Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

This is going to become a problem.

"Yes," I answered breathlessly before finally rolling over and looking at him. He had the sheets covering just his delicious man-bits with both hands resting behind his head. "Are you okay?" I asked with a small smile.

"Definitely," he said, a yawn following quickly after. He closed his eyes and sighed softly. "Bed time?" he asked but I shook my head in reply. "Ugh. Why not?" It came out like a whine... it was kinda cute, actually.

"You can sleep in your bed," I suggested before throwing the blankets off of me and walking, butt-ass naked to the bathroom where I proceeded to take a second shower.

It wasn't long before I heard the slower door open and felt Bucky's hands on my waist. "Now," his gruff voice assaulted the quiet as his hands ran across my shoulders and back. "I kinda feel a bit used."

"I'm not using you, Bucky," I pause in my hair wetting to turn around and stare at him wide eyed. "It's just- I've never done something like this, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. If we sleep in the same bed, it'll be awkward in the morning."

"It doesn't have to be," he murmured, his hands ghosting over my body as his eyes roamed behind.

God, does he have to look this delicious.

"Its my first day, I don't even know you and I fucked you," my face began to heat up at the confession, it finally hitting me what I had done. "I've only slept with two people before Bucky and I was-"

"What?" he laughed, his pretty teeth breaking from behind his pouty lips. "I definitely couldn't tell that," he paused as his hands gripped my hips and pulled me close to him, out from under the water. "And I don't think bad of you, just as I hope you don't think bad of me. I don't do this either. Your the first person I've been with in eighty years and-"

"Hm?" I interrupted, glancing up at him with wide eyes.

Excuse the ever loving fuck out of me?

"We don't know each other," he began, his eyes showing hesitance. "You know about Steve, right? He was stuck in ice?" I nod, everyone knew that. "Well, I was stuck in cryo unless needed. I'm from the same time as Steve, I was taken and experimented on, I became the Winter Soldier."

Oh sumbitch.

Natasha had told me the story of the Winter Soldier, from beginning to end but she didn't tell me it had been Bucky. That bitch knew what I was doing and didn't tell me? She could have warned me, I would have been a little gentler with him.

"I know the story of the Winter Soldier," I whisper, his face betrayed his worry, he was scared that I would regret what we did and run away, avoid him. "I didn't know it was you. If I had known, Buck. I wouldn't have came on to you so hard, I would have worked up to it-"

"No," he stopped me, squeezing my hips gently as he walked me back into the water, letting me get my hair wet again before removing his hands from my burning skin to grab the shampoo. "I've been deprogramed, I'm going to counseling. I'm not weak, I have my mind back. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way because I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I don't know what it was," he paused as he squirted the shampoo in his flesh palm and brought it up to my head, slowly massaging it into my scalp. "But I wanted to know you, I wanted to touch you. You just took the lead, which is very modern."

"I don't want to give you false hope, Bucky," I murmured, staring into his blue eyes, happiness shining in them. "I just got here and I don't think I should be in a relationship so soon."

"I've heard of this term since being here," Bucky didn't take his eyes off my head, as he continued to massage down to the nape of my neck.

Oh fuck he has wonderful hands.

"I think it's called friends with benefits," he continued, only to pause when he nudged me back to rinse my hair under the rainfall shower head, he used his hands to massage both sides until all the soap came out. When I wiped my eyes, he was smirking. "Would that be something you're interested in?

Fuck buddies with Bucky Barnes? Would I be interested? Does a bear shit in the woods? Fuck yes.

"Absolutely," I whispered, watching as a grin slid across his face. I smirked back, this would most definitely be the best decision I ever made.

Thank you Stark for your million dollar incentive. Had you sent me pictures of the entire crew, you might not have even needed it.

"Now," he glanced around for my loofa, putting body wash on it before he turned his attention back to me. "How about we get nice and clean, then get really dirty again?"

"You were serious about cumming all night, weren't you?" I blushed bright red as his flesh hand gripped my shoulder and his metal hand that held the loofa began to work in circles against my hot flesh, already feeling the tingle of arousal between my legs just at his words.

"Oh doll," he whispered, as the loofa worked upwards towards my breath. "I'm always serious."

This is going to become a problem.