Fine Line (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Dinner Disaster

"Luna! We're late!" Bucky yelled from the living room.

"Sorry! Couldn't figure out what to wear."

Luna came walking out of the room wearing ripped skinny jeans, a black scoop neck shirt, and black vans. She looked at Bucky and then down at her outfit.

"You look good, doll. Now come on, we were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago."

"Bucky, wait." Luna grabbed his hand and stopped him as he walked past her. "There's something I haven't told you and I don't want you to get pissed if it happens while you're there."

Bucky's eyes narrowed, not liking where the conversation was going.

"Well, uh–" Luna stumbled over her words, afraid that he would get mad that she didn't tell him sooner.

Bucky's face softened and he reached up to run his thumb along her cheek.

"Tell me." He said softly.

"Yesterday wasn't the first incident I had with Thomas. He...he's been getting a little more...touchy. Over the past few weeks any time he walks past me, he brushes his hand up my arm or across my back. And he stares all the time–like more than you do. And yesterday it wasn't just his words that got to me. Megan was in the kitchen and he walked me out. He, uh, pinned me to the door and–and pressed himself against me." Luna rushed out. "Please don't be mad at me for not telling you. I just didn't want you to worry."

Bucky's jaw clenched and he felt his body heat with anger. How could she not tell him? He was her partner. He was supposed to keep her safe and Thomas clearly didn't make her feel safe.

"Bucky?" Luna whispered as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. At least she told him and didn't let him walk into the situation blind.

"You need to start telling me these things, Luna. I'm your partner and it's important for me to know about everything that happens when you're over there."

"So, you aren't going to scold me?" She questioned.

"No. Although I do have half a mind to bend you over and spank the shit outta you." Bucky chuckled.

"Ooo, you really are a kinky one huh, Barnes." Luna winked at him as she slipped her arms into her sweater.

"T-that, uh, wasn't–" Bucky stumbled over his words and his cheeks flushed.

"It's okay, iceman." Luna leaned in closer to him as if she were telling him a secret and patted his chest. "So am I."

She turned around and walked towards the front door, a smug smile stretched across her face. Bucky and Luna were on much better terms than when they first left the compound, but she still took a small amount of pleasure in torturing him but now it was a different type of torture. As she reached for the door, Bucky's hand grabbed the back of her neck. He spun Luna around and pulled her against his body. She pushed against his chest, but he caught her wrists and pinned them behind her.

Her back arched and her breasts pressed into him, sending a shiver through her body. Bucky fell into the closest chair and brought her with him. He positioned her until she was straddling his thigh and it was pressed snuggly against her core. His lips hovered over hers while his other hand traveled over her hip and up between her breasts.

"What are you doing?" Luna asked, eyes wide and unblinking.

"From now on when you decide to tease me, I'm going to rerun the favor, doll. It's only fair."

Bucky tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. He smirked when she groaned and her hips rolled against his thigh.

"Plus, the way you're blushing will make them think we were late because we had trouble finding our way out of the bedroom." Bucky added.