Sweet and Sour

Chapter 13 - You're finally awake

Warning: Angst - Bucky kinda mean :(

Bucky pulls out of you and flops back onto the pillows as he catches his breath. You're still half collapsed in front of him, the cool organic cotton of the sheet against your face grounding you and bringing you back down to earth. You can feel his spend leaking from you, seeping down your inner thigh.

He gets impatient with your recovery and grabs your waist like a ragdoll, pulling you upright against him. You sigh contentedly as two thick fingers grip your chin, turning you to face him. He carefully moves your hair out of your face as he studies you. He notices the flush of your cheeks, the faint layer of perspiration, the heavy breathing. Happiness and satisfaction rises within him.

"Still with me, Doll?" he whispers.

You nod weakly . "Just need a second..."

You turn and get to your feet but a metal hand clamps around your arm and pulls you back down into the bed with a thump. You roll your eyes as you bounce off the mattress.

"Bucky, I need the..."

"Not yet" he barks and wraps his arms around you protectively, kissing your crown. You're locked in his embrace, your back against his chest and his arms across your torso. You lean back into him, letting him kiss your neck. You're not a big post-coital cuddler normally but can't deny it feels nice.

You both sit like that for a little while and you feel your eyelids grow heavy as sleep catches up with you. You don't really want to fall asleep sitting upright covered in his release, so tap two of your fingers on his hand and try to move forward to show your intentions. He grunts with dissatisfaction but begrudgingly releases you, and you patter over to the ensuite bathroom to go pee and clean yourself up.

Of course the bathroom is enormous, you've seen Brooklyn apartments smaller than this. Everything is sleek and marble, with a deep copper bathtub to your left. You briefly wonder if you'd have time to try it out tomorrow, but aren't sure if Bucky is a wham-bam thank-you-ma'am type likely to kick you out on your ass before his morning coffee. Only one way to find out...

After finishing up you venture back into the room. You can hear Bucky before you see him, the sound of gentle snoring filling the space and you know he's no longer in the land of the living. As you get nearer to the bed you see him curled up under the sheets on his side facing away from you. You can't resist leaning over and stealing a peek. The big, bad mob boss looks like an angel while he sleeps and you revel in this rare moment of vulnerability, unable to stop yourself moving a loose strand of hair back behind his ear. You stroke his cheek, feeling the stubble rough against your finger, before gifting him a light kiss on the forehead. The affection you feel for him is almost overwhelming.

You settle down on your side salvaging as much of the sheets as you can (of course Bucky is a bedspread hog). The bed is luxurious and soft, like sleeping on a marshmallow. It's not long before you feel yourself drift off. But then the weight in the bed shifts and he's awake again and rolling over to you right as you're dropping off to sleep.

"Doll..." he whispers in your ear.

"Mmm...What?" you reply sharply, annoyed at having your soon-to-be sleep disturbed. Your eyes stay closed. He wore you out, you're an empty husk!

"How about that date then, huh?"

"Now? Buck, I am barely conscious..." you groan.

"No idiot...next week. When are you free? Wednesday night?"

"Don't call me an idiot..." you mumble into the pillow.

"Don't act like one, then. Wednesday?"

"Okay, Wednesday" you surrender.