Red

Part 1

Bucky

The old, plaid couch groaned beneath me as I shifted my weight around, trying to find the best way to keep the friction going between us. What had started with some innocent kissing, quickly progressed into necking, and here I was with a raging hard on straining against the zipper of my jeans and causing me to grind into my girl, to both of our delights.

Except she wasn't my girl; not really. She didn't want the label; thought she was too young. It didn't stop either of us from stealing these moments when we could be completely alone and unbound with each other.

Her lips were at my ear, nibbling and sucking the lobe into her mouth, her tongue swirling lightly, teasingly. I shuddered at the pleasure and bucked my hips against her core. She knew when I was putty in her hand; knew when she could mold me, twist me, tease me to do anything and everything for her.

I snaked a hot palm up under her shirt to cup her breast and tug at the fabric covering her skin. Her stuttered sigh tells me I made the right move, and I can feel her fingers dance down my bare chest to my waistband.

We've never gone all the way. We've wanted to, I've wanted to ... but if she wasn't going to be mine, I couldn't take that from her, even if she was willing to give it to me. Everyone knew that I was hung up on her, and I couldn't disagree. But ...

"You're doing an awful lot of thinking up there, Sarge." Her eyes were twinkling in the low light from the lit lamp across the room. "Eyes on the prize, soldier."

I laugh because she is a prize, but I'm the only one who sees her that way. I know other people feel the way I do, but she doesn't bother to listen to them either.

"I told you." I sigh, leaning away from her. "I'm leaving in a few days. I'm gonna come home to you, but I want you to wait for me; be mine when I'm gone and when I come home."

Her eyes roll into the back of her head, but this time, it isn't in pleasure. Now she's annoyed. Me leaving in a few days was a subject she'd been trying to avoid, and her unwillingness to discuss our future or my putting pressure on her wasn't going to change at this moment.

"Buck, I want this." She pulls me gently back to her. "You want this. Let me send you off with something to remember. We can talk when you get back."

"Four years is a long damn time, Red."

"I bet you'll be pretty busy." She chuckles, but I can't join her.

"And when I get to come home, to visit, you're telling me I can't come home to you?" I cup her cheek, and she sighs.

"Buck, you can't go back."

I can feel her tears slipping down her cheek into my hand, and it feels like rain is starting to drip all around us.

"Back where? Home?" I search her watery eyes for the answer but come up short. "I'm right here, Red. I'm not going anywhere just yet."

She drags me down to her and bucks up to meet me, and the sensation of her hot center gliding over me and water falling around us chills me to the bone. It feels wrong, but I know it could feel so right. I feel a hand slide into my pants and wrap around my erection as I open my mouth to moan ... and that's when a drop of water hits me right in the back of my throat. It takes me a few moments to realize what's happening as droplets fall around me as I lay in my bed in my penthouse in the city.

Bolting upright, one hand in my pants, stroking my dick and the other feeling around the empty bed to find wet sheets, I can hear the distinct sound of dripping water. I release myself and reach over to turn on the bedside lamp and look up.