Sweet and Sour

Chapter 11 - Just for me

Warnings: Smutty smut

You'd practically forgotten about the club beneath, the pulsing bass a rude slap in the face after your sanctuary in the peaceful office. Bucky leads you through the throng of club goers and they part for him like the Red Sea, nodding and greeting him excitedly as he passes through. You sometimes forget the effect he has on people, it's illuminating when you see it play out in front of you.

You get to the front door where you see Thor and Sam. They greet Bucky enthusiastically and you see their eyes widen in surprise when they notice you perched behind him, both flashing you knowing smiles.

Hell, you're just as surprised as they are.

Bucky whispers something to Sam who nods before turning and mumbling something into his earpiece.

You leave through the front doors, the bouncers nodding to Bucky as he proceeds outside. You notice a small gaggle of girls watching you carefully, the brunette from earlier amongst them. Their eyes jump between you and Bucky, gazes locking in on the grip he has on your hand. You suddenly feel laid bare in front of them, feeling the weight of their scrutiny as you move behind him. You instinctively drop his hold as if you've somehow been caught out, but he turns back to face you and briefly shoots you an annoyed glance as he grabs your hand again. His fingers interlock firmly with yours as his clutch tightens. 

Clearly, he didn't like that.

A dark car whizzes down the street and parks up on the sidewalk a few feet away, the driver rushing out of the front to open the door for you. You guess this is what Sam asked for on the earpiece. It's seamless, Bucky didn't even break his stride from the front door to the car. He lets you in first and you settle inside. Then he moves around to the other side of the car where the driver has already opened the door for him.

You set off, Bucky is the picture of stoicism as if you hadn't just been grinding your crotch against his minutes before. He makes small talk with the driver and you're grateful for the brief respite, still dazed by how the evening has flipped and lead to an impromptu make out session. And you're somewhat nervous about what lies ahead.

You take a moment to check your phone, Wanda had replied to your message - she and Vis left shortly after you did, and she hoped you felt okay and she was sorry John was a jerk. You nearly giggle out loud at the fact she has no idea what has happened since that was sent.

Bucky is very quiet, he takes his time sending a few texts of his own and for a second you wonder if he even remembers you're still in the car.

But then he pushes the button to close the partition between the driver and the backseat and it's like a switch has been flipped.

He unclips his seatbelt and then he's on you in the blink of an eye. He presses you into the seat as he roughly kisses you and it steals your breath. You feel the interior leather cool against your skin as you sink further and further into it. Your hands fly up and you caress his chest, your fingers moving under his jacket as you trace his shirt buttons and tug him closer to you.

You go to eject your own seatbelt to get better purchase on him but he places a firm hand over yours, pulling it away.

"Safety first Doll". He grins as his mouth works its way down your neck again, and you're strangely touched that he's looking out for you even when your tongue is buried in his mouth.

Or maybe he just likes the idea of you pinned to your seat.

He draws back for a second and looks at you longingly, his eyes skimming you from head to toe. He runs a finger along your thigh following the hem of your dress as you watch him, utterly transfixed.