Bucky gets dragged to a speed dating event by Sam and Kate. He's exasperated and unimpressed by everyone he connects with, until he comes face to face with Nora, the owner of a book store. She's sweet, kind, and funny, but she's not interested in a...
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CW:soft!pleasure dom!Bucky, multiple orgasms, body worship, oral sex, very sweet dirty talking Bucky, very light bondage, massive praise kink, somewhat rough and desperate sex toward the end.
Once again, I'm practicing my French in this chapter because I have an exam on Thursday. If it's not quite right, let me know! It helps me to learn! 🥰 The translations are at the bottom. Sorry, I don't put them in the actual story because it wrecks the flow for my brain while I'm writing.
I'm not the one who broke you I'm not the one you should fear We've got to move you, darlin' I thought I lost you somewhere But you were never really ever there at all - The Goo Goo Dolls, "Here is Gone"
The mood is a little tense in the hotel room. Bucky can tell that Nora doesn't like the idea of him leaving, even if it's for a night. He knows why, he doesn't need to be a psychologist to figure it out. She's terrified that he's going to die, but if this is the standard mission that Sam claims it is, he'll be able to intercept the shipment, beat up the bad guys, and be back before the wedding.
It's a hard thing for him to explain his confidence in the situation, especially to someone like Nora who has been hit so heavily with loss. Bucky understands, in many ways, but he would never leave her.
Never.
He wouldn't do to her what Steve did to him. Bucky doesn't have that in him.
Bucky shrugs on a black dress shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. As he fiddles with his tie and struggles with the knot, Nora approaches him, fully dressed in a pretty pale pink sweater, a pair of dress pants, and her hair perfectly wavy as it frames her face.
She grasps it gently and begins to tie it for him.
"Thought you'd be a pro at this since you had to wear ties in those army photos."
"Always got someone else to tie it for me," Bucky chuckles.
She smiles as she begins to loop the fabric around itself.
"Where did you learn to do this?" He asks.
"Tied my dad's ties for years after he got arthritis in his fingers. My mom does the same thing for Roger. And I tied Ben's ties when he started to get sick. Even if he was supposed to be bed-bound, he'd still want to look his best if we went for a short walk or something. He always wore a dress shirt with a tie, and a pair of jeans. Even at the very end." She sniffles and Bucky reaches up to wipe a tear away.
Nora continues.
"His, uh, mobility and dexterity wasn't the same after he started getting really sick. He started losing those fine motor skills just because he was too tired. So, I stepped in and helped him out."
