Bucky gets dragged to a speed dating event by Sam and Kate. He's exasperated and unimpressed by everyone he connects with, until he comes face to face with Nora, the owner of a book store. She's sweet, kind, and funny, but she's not interested in a...
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CW: Protective Bucky, Bucky has inappropriate dreams, inappropriate boners (but he does his best to hide them), and more of these two idiots in love but they don't knoooow it yet! Also some plot setup and mentions of drug overdoses and PTSD.
I don't know if there are big outdoor markets like what I describe in this chapter in NYC, but I don't GIVE A FUCK because I love outdoor markets and I'm gonna put them in every fic if I can.
That night, his dreams are chaotic, but welcome.
He dreams about Nora - about kissing her, buying her flowers, and carrying her on his back through Central Park while she laughs hysterically. He dreams about holding her hand as they walk down the street, wrapping her in big hugs, and feeling her lips pressed against his. He dreams about Christmas dinner at their apartment. It's cozy and warm, and it's just the two of them laughing and drinking wine, while Rusty and Alpine eat turkey from their little bowls.
He also dreams about pinning Nora's arms above her head as he fucks her against a wall. She's whining and whimpering as he drives himself deeper and deeper into her, telling her how well she's taking him, telling her she's such a good girl for him. Bucky can feel her cunt quivering around him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He can taste the sweat on her skin, the wine on her tongue, and smell the perfume she put on two days ago.
Her moans sound so real in his ear. She's wet and tight around him. In the dream, he releases her hands just to feel her fingernails making deep claw marks down his back. It's gentle yet primal, and he whimpers when she moans his name in his ear while he comes deep inside of her.
"Oh, God, Bucky!"
Bucky wakes up with a jolt, gasping softly as his eyes open. He's so hard it hurts, along with the rest of his body, but it seems like all of the blood has rushed right to his cock.
The sofa bed is empty, and he's tangled in the blankets, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He looks around and hears the gentle jingle of his dog tags. He must have pulled them out overnight.
The dream.
Oh fuck. Did he moan in his sleep? Did she hear him?!
Bucky sits up and rubs his eyes, wincing when he touches the swollen one. He can feel the bruise wrapping around it, going all the way down to his cheekbone.
His ribs ache, and he feels like he's been run over by a bus about fifteen times. Most of the really painful internal bruising has healed overnight, but he still feels rough.
The knuckles on his right hand are swollen, smatterings of black and purple cover them. It looks like he dipped his hand in paint. There's black blood beneath one of his fingernails.
Slowly, everything comes back into focus. He hears music and turns his head. Nora is dancing in front of the stove in a tank top and a pair of leggings that make her ass look amazing. He shouldn't be looking, but he is.
