Marvel/Actor Stories

Massage time (B.B.)

You decide to give Bucky a massage; which further kindles things between you, pushing you across the line of curiosity.

Written from the point of view of 'Lily' as well as Bucky

Warnings: None? Fluff.

When Bucky got back, I saw him in the hallway. I smiled at him, "Hey, Buck. How did it go?"

He half smiled at me, and I could feel how tense his entire body was. "It was alright. I'm tired."

I touched his shoulder and it confirmed how tight his muscles were. "You're all wound up, Buck. Did something happen?"

He sighed, dropping his bag at his door. "Just got to be an intense fight."

I smiled and caressed his cheek, "I have just the thing for that. Shower and come down to my room?"

LHe raised an eyebrow but smiled at my eager face. "Okay, yeah, sure. Give me about ten minutes."

I went back to my room and excitedly got things set up. I put up my old massage table, and got out my favorite oil for relaxing stubborn muscles. I lit a couple calming candles before turning off the lights. As I turned on the calming native flute music there was a knock on the door.

I jogged over and opened it. He smiled then looked in behind me and an eyebrow arched up. "Lily... what is this?"

I pulled him in by his metal hand, shutting the door. "It is the way you're going to relax your body. Okay? I promise it's just a massage, nothing weird. I used to do this as a hobby before joining the team."

He seemed hesitant, unsure of if this would be okay. "Sweetheart... you don't have to do all this."

"I know things are still sort of... grey... for us right now. But I can feel that you need this. It'll help if you're willing to try. If it gets weird we can always stop."

He kissed the side of my head before sighing. "Alright."

I leaned up and kissed his jaw. "Awesome. Strip down to your boxers – if you're comfortable with that – then get on the table. There is the blanket. I'll go over there for a minute to let you do your thing." I said with a small blush.

He chuckled and nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

After a minute he said, "Okay, I'm ready... I think."

I turned and he was on his stomach, but propped up some to look at me. I smiled, taking in his barely covered body. I could see every muscles besides about a foot of space at his middle; only covered by his boxers. He is very toned.

I snapped out of staring. "Alright. You can lay all the way down. You good if I use some oil? It smells amazing." He nodded, "Whatever you like, sugar."

I let the quiet take over and slowly put some oil on my hands and rubbed it some before putting my hands on his upper back. His skin was warm but the muscles were tense. He took in a deep breath and let it out as I spread the oil around gently.

I started pressing firmer and he let out a soft grunt. "Breathe through it, Sarge. It'll be uncomfortable for a minute. But, I'll be easy on you." I whispered to him. He took a slow deep breath and relaxed a bit, making me smile. This is the most control I've ever felt while even in the same room as him. "That's it, Bucky. Nice easy breathing."

I got to a particularly tough knot near his right shoulder blade. He grunted softly as I started working it, so I softened my touch. "Sorry, that feels rough. More deep breaths."

He nodded and took a deep breath with me. He let me press a little harder, "My guess is this is from compensation – from the weight of the arm and the force it takes to use it the way you do." I said softly to him, he was quiet for a second, "That makes sense."