Gallium // Bucky Barnes // 18+

41. More?

I can see the way you look at me, waiting to attack
You are on your worst behavior,
I want it just like that
I can see the way you look at me, waiting to attack
You are on your worst behavior,
I want it just like that.
My baby's bad, you know
My baby's bad, you know.

~Bad.
(By: Christopher.)

TO: Sexual content, smut.

Consequences of your actions aren't just for you to bear, sometimes. When you share your life with another person, they also have to bear the fruit right along side you.

After ripping Brock's life apart by taking his company from him, Bucky was beyond contented but he still hadn't told Krystal about any of it.

They were both working out in the gym in the evening when Krystal's phone started buzzing while she was on the treadmill, wearing a pair of tights and a zipper over her sports bra with her hair tied up in a pony tail.

Picking her phone from the handrails, she read the name and furrowed her brows before hanging up the call.

"Hey, Peggy and Steve are close to the birth of their baby." Krystal said to Bucky who was punching the shit out of a bag, right across from her, wearing a tank top and a lower.

"Yeah?" He asked, landing another punch and her phone started ringing again.

"Yeah-" she said, picking her phone again. "The baby's healthy." She added, hanging up the call, one more time which caught Bucky's attention.

"You know, they'll stop calling if you'll just answer." He said in a deep voice, holding the punching bag with his arm and looking at Krystal.

"It's my dad." Krystal said, slowing down the pace of the treadmill. "He's been calling since this morning and I don't wanna talk to him." She added and stopped the treadmill before hopping off of it.

Bucky knew why her father was calling her, but he didn't say anything and stepped towards the ring in the gym. While Krystal pulled the zipper down of her jacket and took it off to reveal her sweat covered body making Bucky to cock his eye brow and gawk at her, leaning on the top rope of the ring.

"Dumnezeu, Ea o să mă omoare." Bucky murmured to himself, staring at Krystal, while she threw her phone over her jacket on the bench and turned around to see him. (Translation: God, she's gonna kill me, in Romanian.)

"What?" She asked with a slight furrow in her brows, looking at him. Bucky's eyes were trailing over the sweat droplets over her neck, slipping down to between the valley of her breasts and he swallowed down hard.

"Get in the ring." He said in a dark, authoritative voice with shady eyes and Krystal softly raised her brows but stepped towards the ring, maintaining eye contact with him.

"Are you finally gonna teach me boxing?" She asked, innocently as she has literally been begging him to teach her boxing but he wanted to teach her, gradually. Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

"Sure, get in." He said, exhaling deeply and stepping back, so she could get up and sat back on the stool in the corner, tucking his elbow over his knee and resting his thumb under his chin and fingers over his lips.

"Yay." She squealed, softly, before stepping up the ring and flicked her one leg over the middle rope and then bent down, swaying inside the ring which gave Bucky a perfect view of her cleavage and Krystal knew it as she blushed, lightly, while biting on her lower lip, noticing his eye line.