Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Seven

Barely making my weekly post this time around lol. Hope you all enjoy this chapter and Happy Mother's Day to anyone who is any kind of mom!

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When Malo and her Zaštitnik woke the next morning, both were exhausted and silently agreed to stick together. At some point, Malo had turned around to face the soldier in the night. Their eyes automatically met, honey and ice, as they looked over each other's features. This seemed to be a common occurrence the longer they spent together.

In a wave of bravery, Malo cleared her throat. "I want you to take me, Zaštitnik. In every way possible. I want you to claim me, so the others don't look at me the way they do. I want you to be the only one I let touch me, and-"

He shushed her by placing a giant metal finger over her lips. If that goddamn muzzle was off, she would've pressed her thin, chapped lips against his. As she thought about it, she wet her lips in anticipation. Her tongue wrapped around his finger and she pulled it into her mouth. She watched as his eyes went from an icy blue, to dark azure as she continued to suck.

"Soldier, I only want to be yours. It's only been two days, but I don't want anyone else to have me. Please," she begged quietly. The last thing she wanted was for the guards outside their door to hear her pleas. Then again, if she got what she wanted they'd hear a different kind of plea falling from her lips.

Her Zaštitnik rolled over on the cot, so her tiny figure was engulfed by his muscular frame. Malo shivered; this was happening! She wished she had access to a toothbrush and perfume, but she doubted he could smell anything with the muzzle on, anyway. It looked thick enough to have a filter in it. If it did, she was grateful.

His thick flesh hand crawled its way down her neck, brushing lightly against her chest and stomach before resting just below the hem of the robe she still wore. Perhaps Hydra was also willing this to happen by leaving her in this thin outfit? She shivered again as his hand began moving its way back up, the fabric caught between his pointer and middle finger, both brushing against her thigh.

"Come on you two! Up! It's time for training!" Izak shouted as he opened the door. The soldier ripped Malo off the cot, into his arms, while simultaneously throwing their bed at the guard for interrupting. Malo had let out a scream that sounded more like a surprised laugh.

"It's okay, we'll try again later," she whispered. Her hands wound around his neck, playing with his long hair that fell at his shoulders. She didn't realize how fast her heart was beating in her chest. Their moment had been short, but her body had plenty of time to react to it.

Her Zaštitnik's eyes shone with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. But she hoped to God it was the same one she was feeling. There was certainly some truth in what Izak had said. After two days, maybe she was getting feelings for this man?

Or, she was stuck in a horrible position and he was kind to her. Then again, so was Izak and she didn't want to jump his bones.

"Get dressed. We'll be back in two minutes. She might need some help with her legs, актив {asset}."

The soldier released her just enough to look at her legs, reminded that she was injured. She took the thin grey long sleeve shirt and green canvas pants. Behind Izak, a pair of hands dropped a pair of boots that were at least a size too big for Malo by the door.

'No new underwear and no socks. Joy,' Malo thought to herself. She let the robe drop to the floor and began to slip on the shirt. When she went to pull it down, a metal hand stopped her. She met her Zaštitnik's eyes, still a deep shade of blue. He took over pulling the fabric over her stomach. His grip was surprisingly gentle as he helped her step into one leg, then the other of the pants. She could feel the thumbs of each hand – one cold, one warm – as he took his time pulling them up her hips. He remained kneeling in front of her as he buttoned and zipped up the front.