𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛☘︎︎

Warnings: smut, mentions of drugs

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Thunder flashed in front of the windows that Bucky had forgotten to close last night, illuminating the room in flashes, successfully waking up Addison and him from their gentle slumber. The power had gone out, the city was an endless pit of darkness, the gray of the storm clouds surrounded their penthouse, drawing attention to where the king of the mafia slept. They hadn't known this, but George was preparing the commission meeting, ready to step down so that Bucky could become the boss George knew he deserved to be. Addison slipped from her spot in the bed, a warm palm kissing the cold glass of the window, below showed the underbelly of a world that she had come to admire. Bucky joined her at the window, placing his own hand over hers while his other arm slipped around her waist, both of them staring at the expanse of the city, neither of them needed to speak, they knew exactly what they were looking at.

The underworld they would become the king and queen of.

She tilted her head back, resting on his warm shoulder, a smile gracing her lips as lightening flashed again, illuminating their frames. She could see the love in his eyes as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, her stomach doing flips at the gentle touch. His own heart lurched at the feeling of her lips on his, his hand removing itself from hers on the window, cupping her jaw as she slowly turned into him, her hands sliding up his chest, hands taking purchase on his shoulders when they pulled away, his head dipping down to press against her forehead. Their breaths fanned against each other, gentle pants as their chests heaved against each other. Rain beat against the window, droplets slowing as they hit the glass. In the pitch black of the city that never sleeps, Addison and Bucky felt alone, and at peace. For once they were in love, just able to be themselves. He wasn't the Mafia underboss, she made him leave that at the door, and she wasn't the broken girl that hid in the shadows, he made that fear disappear in the doorway of their home.

She made him feel as exposed as a nerve ending, as exposed as the underbelly of a porcupine, and he wanted that feeling more than anything.

"Sweet girl," Bucky murmured, melting as the lightening flashed, showing him her bright blue doe eyes, noses bumping against each other gently, "get on the bed, close your eyes." He whispered, smiling as she leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, slipping out of his arms and climbing up onto their bed, eyes closed. She could place him in certain areas of the room from the sounds that she heard. Addison knew he had gone to the candle cabinet that she stalked full a few weeks ago, the door shutting reverberating around the silent room, the sound of glass hitting the wood made her very aware that he was lighting those said candles. "Open your eyes." Bucky whispered, the bed dipping below his weight when he kneeled at the foot of the mattress, watching as she sat up, blinking a few times to adjust to warm candle light, watching as her eyes landed on his.

In a flash, she was kneeling in front of him, her arms draped loosely around his neck while their lips moved in perfect unison. His hands rested on her hips, pushing the shirt up slowly, pulling away only to dip his head into her neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin, nipping at her jawline to create small red patches, they would be there when he was done, but they would be gone by the time daylight broke over the horizon. His hands moved to unbutton the dress shirt she was wearing, exposing every delicate piece of skin slowly, his lips following the trail his hands exposed, gentle kisses met her heated skin, his tongue slipping out to create wet patches that would goosebump over from the chill of the room. In all the times they slept together, it was rough, fast, meant for them to escape the world. But now as she sat in front of him, his shirt dangling off her body, only attached by the way it pooled around her elbows. He felt his heart swell, and he knew.