"Stop it, you two. Bucky and I are friends. Don't even go there." I shook my head at them.
"Oh, come on Max! You know you have a thing for him!" The blonde teased.
"Had. I had a thing for him. Past tense. And that was, like, my sophomore year of h...
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"So."
"So."
Bucky has been standing in the bathroom doorway for the last ten minutes, watching me apply my makeup and get ready for tonight. Asking me 20 questions about what I'm doing and what product does what and why I have much of it all.
"Tonight's your date with Mouth." He said while my tongue was tucked in the corner of my mouth while I attempted to get my eyeliner done as even as I possibly could.
"Not a date." I reminded him.
"He doesn't know that." He grumbled.
"Yet. He doesn't know that yet." I corrected.
I put the cap back on my eyeliner and folded my arms over my chest to turn and face him, a smile tugging at my lips.
"Are you jealous, Buck?"
He ran a hand through his hair and held on to the back of his neck while shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe. I just don't see why you have to get all dressed for a 'not a date' date."
Men. Fuck forbid a woman get dressed up and do her makeup for herself and not to please men and their expectations of how we should look at all times.
"First of all, this isn't the 40s. I can wear whatever I want without it being to impress a man. I'm not out looking for gentleman caller." I laughed, walking past him towards my bedroom door to get dressed.
Mouth is picking me up at 7:00, it's currently 6:35 and I still have to decide what to wear.
"Second of all, it was your idea for me to still go tonight. I said I would call and cancel, you insisted I go since you're the one that doesn't want Steve to know or get suspicious."
I eyed my closest, grabbing my dark orange corduroy overalls and a white MTV shirt to go underneath it.
"I know." Bucky sighed, shutting the door behind him and collapsing onto my bed with a thunk as he hit my mattress. "I know it was my idea to keep this set up. I know it isn't a real date. I also know that it's killing me to watch you get ready to go out with another guy. Real date or not."
I smiled softly and tilted my head to the side, walking across my room from my closet to where he sat on the edge of my bed. I sat on his lap, dropping a leg over each of his muscular thighs.
"B, l promise you that you are the only man I want." I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm dressing nice tonight to feel good about myself. And no other reason." I trailed a line of kisses down his neck. "But, if you want, I can make you a promise that I will dress even nicer for our real date tomorrow night." I finished, biting at the base of his neck where his collar bone starts.
He sighed and leaned his head back while I continue to bite my way up and down the column of his throat. "Doll. Can't you just stay in tonight?"
His hands found their way to my thighs and ran up them until they found a home on my waist. As he gripped my skin, he flipped us over, landing on top of me. Leaning into my neck and biting down on it. "Come on. Stay in and I can just bend you over and fuck you. All night long." He breathed against my neck.
