A Little Song Bird

*Falling Into Old Habits*

August 5, 2019- Bucky

12:08 am

Oh, Addie doll.

It's written in every aspect of her body just how badly she's hurting and how overwhelmed she feels.

Twenty years ago, the solution would have been simple, but now? I don't know if I have that trust anymore, that privilege to be with her like that. Desperately she needs that release.... Honestly, we both need it.

Now my baby won't eat.

My might be a bit strong right now but fuck it all. We both know we are far too interconnected. For fuck's sake she came searching for me last night, even though she probably still isn't sure exactly why she came.

Her body is perfectly plastered to my chest. Slowly I run my hands over her back, and slide just my finger tips under the hem of her sweatshirt.

"Addie, tell me your safe word." Her breathing picks up but her muscles aren't overly tense. Over the years we learned she needed different levels in a scene.

Russia, meant nearly anything but hard limits.

Paris, she's feeling overwhelmed and needs to be dominated.

Moldova, means a more equal scene.

Then there's Winter. Everything and anything comes to a stop word.

Her arms encircle my neck, and her nose nuzzles at the base of my throat. She shifts her hips, pressing herself against my erection. Taking a deep breath, lightly I grab her hips, already knowing her next move was to start rocking.

This little brat.

She whines before finally answering the damn question.

"Paris."

I'm gonna have to hold myself back. It'll be hard but for her I wouldn't fucking jack-off if she asked it of me. She's been hiding from me since that night in the hotel room and rightfully so. God, I was an ass.

My fucking hands are shaking its been so long. Splaying my hands over her hips, I do my best to stop them, she's trusting me to be in control. Giving her ass a firm squeeze she bites my neck and groans.

Get a hold of yourself, soldier.

Under the sweatshirt, my right hand traces up her spine till her bra gets in the way. Easily I flick open the snap and she encourages me by starting to kiss and suck at my neck lazily.

Normally I'd stop her, maybe even discipline her for acting out of turn but not in this scene. I'll let it slide. Anymore and I know she's trying to push me. With my left hand, I hold the back of her neck, a cool reminder of who's in charge.

"Sorry, sir." She mumbles against my skin, and as I remove my hand from under her shit, I pull her back by her neck. Desire flashes in her eyes and I tighten my fingers around the sides of her neck just slightly. Enough to restrict the blood flow to give her a bit of that rush.

Addies eyes roll and her breathing picks up, I can't help but grin at her state.

"I thought you were my good girl..." Immediately she nods but keeps her hands limp, she really is behaving today.