Fine Line (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Tease Me

Luna was in the middle of cooking when Bucky walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the counter. He watched her move around the kitchen, switching between finishing the salmon and watching over the rice and mixed vegetables they had decided on. She looked completely in her element. Bucky had never seen her look so...normal.

Her back was to him, giving him a nice view of her ass in the skin tight leggings she was wearing. She bent to pick up a utensil she dropped and Bucky felt his cock twitch against the thick fabric of his jeans. The growing problem in his pants caught his attention and he forced his eyes to look at the back of her head instead.

Damnit, Barnes. You can't be thinking that shit on a mission. Think about baseball or something.

"Why are you staring at me, Barnes?" Luna asked without turning around.

Bucky cleared his throat.

"I've just, uh, never seen you look so comfortable before."

Nice save. She definitely doesn't know you were staring at her perfectly toned, pert...ahhh, you can't think about her ass again.

"I've been taking care of myself most of my life, I guess being in a kitchen is my comfort zone." Luna shrugged slightly, but still didn't turn to face him.

"Can I ask you something, Luna?"

"Why don't I like the sound of that?"

Luna pulled the salmon from the pan and cut the burners on the rice and vegetables. She turned to face Bucky and leaned on the counter across from him. His eyes flicked down to her chest as her arms crossed under her breasts.

Goddamnit, Bucky! This is Luna. You do not have sexual thoughts about Luna!

He quickly looked back up to her face and into her deep green eyes.

"Why do you hate me?" Bucky asked.

Luna stared at him for a moment chewing on her bottom lip. Did she hate him? She disliked him. He was grumpy and rude, and he always scolded her when they were on missions. Part of it was her fault for trying to achieve their objectives alone instead of accepting his help, but he didn't have to treat her like a child.

"I don't actually hate you, Bucky. I just–I don't know. I'm not used to sharing my life with people. And I'm not used to having a partner to worry about. I've always been by myself. That's the only way I know how to function."

Bucky nodded thoughtfully.

"Why do you hate me?" Luna asked him. "I mean, I have two theories, but I'm not sure which one it actually is."

"What are your theories?" Bucky asked curiously.

"It's either because I called you grumpy cat or because I suggested you masturbate more often in order to not look like grumpy cat."

Bucky burst out laughing, remembering the first day he met Luna. He had just returned from a long mission where he had taken a bullet to the leg and he wasn't in the best mood. He barely wanted to interact with the rest of the team, so having to socialize with someone he didn't know made his mood even worse.

"I almost forgot about that. Ya know, it took me a few weeks to figure out that grumpy cat was an actual thing and you weren't just calling me a cat that looked pissed off."

Luna giggled and Bucky felt his heart stutter at the sound. He had never heard her laugh like that before.

"I don't actually hate you either, Luna. I want to trust you, but it's hard for me when I don't know who you really are. I'm not known for my trusting nature. I'm suspicious of everyone until I get to know them and I know absolutely nothing about you other than your history as an agent. And before you say anything, I understand you don't want to talk about your past right now, but maybe you could start small. Maybe tell me about a hobby or your favorite movies and music."