Breakthrough

Seventeen

You woke on a cresting wave of pleasure, starting at your toes and rolling through you strong enough to leave you breathless. Bucky was buried between your legs, arm pinning you in place, his mouth and tongue hot on you. Lifting your head, you looked down to meet sparkling blue eyes.

"Good morning, doll."

"Well, good morning to you too," you said a little breathlessly.

Bucky nibbled his way up your body, sparking little fires of pleasure everywhere his mouth touched. When he had made his way to your mouth, tongue slipping inside to tangle with yours, you were squirming and dripping. His scent had returned to normal, but you weren't about to complain.

Sitting up, he pushed your knees up to your chest, holding them in place as he inched slowly inside of you. Watching you squirm and whine, he smirked, enjoying your desperation and neediness. When he was finally seated inside of you, hips nearly flush with your ass, he stilled.

" Bucky !" you whined, your fingers digging into the skin of his forearm.

"What's wrong baby?"

"You're being mean."

"Oh? Am I being mean?" He teased, dragging back until he was just barely still inside of you.

The moment your mouth opened to answer, he snapped his hips forward; hard and deep and changing the words you intended to speak to a moan. Then he was rutting into you, fast and quick. Your nails dug harder into his arm, he slid his metal fingers over you pressing them against your heated, throbbing clit and circling it, continuing to thrust.

You came apart, your walls gripping him, coming with a keening cry. He grunted, leaning over you and sucking on your throat, while he chased his knot. A few minutes later, he felt himself swelling that electric tingle at the base of his spine signaling his release so that he buried himself deep inside of you before he released.

Breath wheezed out of you when he collapsed on top of you, too spent to try not to land directly on you. He was squashing you, but for a moment you didn't really care. Turning your face, you rubbed your cheek against his neck. He mumbled something you didn't catch and then he was shifting, rolling over to his back with you spread over him.

His hand rested on your ass, squeezing gently before splaying across it. You sighed, content, and nuzzled against his chest. When you looked at his face, you say his eyes were closed and his face was completely relaxed.

One of his eyes slitted open. "You're staring baby."

"You're really pretty you know that?"

Both his eyes shot open in surprise, then he squinted at you. "I am not!"

Giggling, you nodded, "You kinda are. Even with the scruff and the shaggy hair."

Reaching up he ran a hand over his cheek and then pushed at his hair. Then he pinched your ass. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I bet it will," you said with another sigh, dropping your head back to his shoulder.

You thought Bucky had fallen asleep, he had been quiet for so long. But then his hand stroked up and down your spine. "So, you came over here unannounced."

Nose wrinkling, you pressed your forehead against his shoulder and groaned. "Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

Sighing, knowing that you had to have the conversation now, you shifted so you were looking at him. "I came over to have a fight with you."

His eyebrows shot up, a grin spreading across his face as he chuckled. "Oh? You did did you?"

"Yeah."

"About what?"

Your eyes rolled. "The whole Canada thing."

Bucky winced. "Look, you gotta know I wasn't trying to tell you what to do."

"I guess I know that. But, what reason would I even have to move to another country?"

His knot had gone down, so he shifted you off him and sat up. "You and Autumn are important to me. Your safety is important to me. With who I am, with what we do, there is always a risk."

"Risk?"

"That you will be targeted."

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah," Bucky said, his hand pushing his hair back. "So, I went to Steve who went to Tony to see if there is some way that I can mitigate some of that risk."

"Uh—"

"Tony's building this—I guess it's like a community? On some land he bought in Canada. It's going to have the highest level of protection and security someone like him and the Wakandians can come up with."

Your forehead wrinkled. "Wakandians?"

Bucky waved that away. "Yeah, they are most technologically advanced country in the world. Doesn't matter. What matters is that he's creating it for our families."

"I see. And you want Autumn and I to what? Move there? Like under house arrest or something?"

"What? No. It's not a prison, anyone who lives there can come and go as they please and it's not too far away from Toronto from my understanding."

You hummed; eyes narrowed. Bucky continued, "Look, I'm not saying you have to. I'm just saying think about it? It would probably kill me if something happened to either of you."

Bucky watched as you nibbled on your bottom lip, then you nodded. "Alright, I'll think about it. But I really need to go, Zach is likely gonna turn my ears red with a lecture about having his car here this long."

~*~*~*~

Bucky returned to the common area after seeing you off. He was trying to be okay with you saying you'd think about what he proposed, but he wished you'd just agreed to it. He was scowling into the fridge when Clint wandered in.

"What did the fridge ever do to you?"

Bucky looked around. "What?"

Clint nodded as he hopped up on the counter. "You are looking like you wanna murder the appliances."

"Whatever," Bucky grunted as he shut the door.

He turned around and considered the man. Clint's eyes widened a little. "Uh-oh, I don't like that look."

"You're mated aren't you? Have a couple of pups?"

"Three, and yes. Why?"

"I need some advice and you're pretty much my best option."

Clint rolled his eyes. "What a kind way to ask."

"Har har," Bucky said, "How did you know that your mate truly wanted to be claimed? That it wasn't just a—hormone thing?"

The archer shrugged. "We talked about it, when we both had cool heads."

Bucky crossed his arm and scowled at the floor.

"Have you considered taking her out on a date?"

"What?"

Clint rolled his eyes again. "A date."

"Well, I mean we've—"

"No, Don Juan, I'm not talking about sex, or a heat/rut thing. I'm talking about an honest to goodness date. Where you dress up, and she dresses up, and you bring her flowers and take her out somewhere that isn't in either of your places."

"Oh."

He hopped down from the counter. "I heard you were quite the dancer when you were younger. Maybe she likes dancing too."

Bucky watched Clint wander back out of the room, considering what he had said. Maybe it would be a good idea to try and take you on a date. Of course, he'd have to get you to agree to that first.