James Barnes/OC
Marvel AU
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Alouette Clementine has battled severe illness for most of her life, but she never let that stop her from living it to the fullest. She was wild and carefree, never failing to shine a bright light on the darkest moments...
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𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 currently in James' house, not his bland hotel but his newly built house. Well, in her opinion house wasn't the right word, castle was more accurate.
The wooden floors were even shinier than the ones he'd left behind and the walls were covered in more than just paint. There were art nooks and high ceilings, ornate crown moldings, and archways built into strategic locations.
Books cases filled whole walls in some rooms and other rooms had open layouts with large windows. The floor was a deep maroon and the ceilings housed simple diamond chandeliers.
Alouette pushes James' arm lightly to get his attention, "This house reminds me of one that I read in a book once," she tells him as she looks in awe at the simple and smooth walls.
He walks towards the couch that sits in the enormous living room. It was soft and creamy white, the material was delicately brocaded. Letty takes a seat next to him when he sits down, sighing in comfortability.
"I'm going to steal your couch," she sinks further into the furniture.
He leans his head back and huffs out an annoyed sigh. "What's wrong?" She asks, scooting closer to him. It had been a couple of days since their last rendezvous in his hotel room and since then, they had been a mess of lips and limbs.
James never let it go past that though, he would slowly pull away, never letting it go too far. Letty wasn't too disappointed, though she couldn't lie and say she wasn't starting to feel a little insecure.
"Is it about the dinner tonight?" She pries further, "Cause I'm sure it'll be fun. Ivy said she would bring Peter."
He turns his head to look at her, seeing her legs bent underneath her as she sits on her heels. Her hands are flat against the cushion of the seat, petting the soft material as if she were in a trance.
Her voice is distant in his mind, background noise compared to the beat of his heart that picks up the longer he stares at her. The outline of her face catches his eye the most, her head pointed down towards the cushion.
Her small button nose twitches as she sniffs, and her puffy lips, always either visibly chapped or coated in lipgloss, are moving as they continue to form words.
Her wild hair falls around her face in loose curls like the most beautiful fountain, graceful and pure.
"Not the dinner?" She asks when he doesn't answer her. "Is it that people are coming over for dinner in general? I know you're not the most social person, but usually when someone moves into a new house they have a housewarming party."
He still doesn't talk and she looks up at him with a tilted head, "Are you ignoring me?" Still no answer. She reaches towards him, going to push his shoulder but he grabs her hand and pulls her to him, landing his lips right on hers.
