Rosalie Kasten is out of luck and out of time. For the last two years, she's been living on borrowed time. After her involvement with the death of Edwin Pierce - Alexander Pierce's son - it's only a matter of time before Hydra comes for her.
James...
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𝚴𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝛐𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝛐𝐯𝐞𝐬. Rosalie doesn't know what to feel. Maybe this means she hates him a little less while liking him a little more. It doesn't make sense. She hates when things don't make sense. The only thing she's sure of, is that it wasn't his fault. The one thing she's been able to see since it happened was regret and guilt. She's already made her body home to both of those emotions, they thrive in her like a disease.
James is cupping her head with his tattooed flesh hand, slowly running his thumb back and forth on her cheek. She has slid her hand up the back of his neck, and she's massaging his scalp with her nails. Both of their cheeks are red from how painfully intimate it is, but they've come to a silent agreement to not discuss it right now. Rosalie thinks this has to be the weirdest form of aftercare she's ever experienced. Although, that usually happens after sex and not after someone tries to kill her. Nonetheless, it's nice and what she needs.
"What if it happens again?" She whispers.
There's no need to make her voice any louder, their noses are almost touching.
"If I have a nightmare again?" Bucky asks and she hums. "You don't have to wake me again. I don't wanna take that chance."
Her eyebrows furrow.
"So, you want me to just let you be in that state of panic?"
He gulps but then decidedly nods. Rosalie smiles.
"Are the nightmares why you haven't been sleeping?"
He frowns.
"Why do you think I haven't been sleepin'?"
"I might not be as observant as you, but I'm not totally blind either." She slides her hand to the front of his face and wipes her thumb over the dark marks beneath his eyes. "These are pretty telling."
"That and Hydra won't allow me to rest," he says, and she nods, hand going back to his scalp.
"You know Hydra is going to be easier to take down if you actually rest, right?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can," he huffs, and she rolls her eyes.
"Great. My bodyguard is gonna get knocked out with one punch because of sleep deprivation," she jokes with a grin, and he shakes his head.
"I'm more durable than that, doll."
Rosalie laughs and pushes his shoulders down, so he's lying on his back. She crawls on top of him and points a finger straight at his face.
"I swear, if you don't stop with that freaking nickname!" She laughs. The blush rises when his large hands begin caressing her thighs.
"Then what?" James purrs, and he's got that look in his eyes again.
