Sequel to Save me from myself.
Bucky and Lilly finally get together after the blip. Still, there are many things they need to go through before they go on with their wedding plans. The Flag Smashers is one of them, but the other is Bucky's insistent...
Bucky and Lilly finally get a moment alone for themselves, and they will take advantage of every second of it. Unfortunately, that short moment of pure bliss will be one of the last they will have without the burden of what is to come. Unbeknownst to them, the dawn will bring the beginning of the fight for their love.
TW: Smut.
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The pizza box was forgotten on top of the hotel room counter as soon as the door was closed. Bucky needed Lilly as much as she needed him.
His fingers traveled on her skin, remembering every scar, every ticklish spot, every kiss and moan she had ever given him. His lips silently begged her not to leave him again, and his eyes searched her soul to ensure she still loved him.
Instead of soothing his worries with words, she bared her soul for him to search, pry open, and claim. He knew that because of the way she smiled at him. The way she embraced him. Whispered his name in his ear.
"James."
She let him take his time with his delicate kisses, trailing fingers, trembling breathing, and confessions. Bucky missed that intimacy. The one where she laughed shamelessly, dropped the mask, and let him see her vulnerabilities. Where she scooched over on his chest and slept without a care in the world. The one, she allowed him to pleasure her.
Bucky missed her so much it hurt. It ached, bruised, and wounded his being. He needed her not because he was nothing without her but because she accepted his sins. Helped and led him to a better path. Not by holding his hand and leading him but by standing by his side. Always by his side.
Lillian was his lover, his fiancée, and, most important, his friend and confidant. She trusted him.
She was his rock, base, and foundation. His present and future. She was the one who he loved and who loved him.
He needed her because she was him.
Her fingers massaged his scalp, and she kissed him. Bucky reached the foot of the bed and pulled her t-shirt up. His lips lading soft pecks on the valley of her breasts, the perched nipples, and her stomach. He sat, lifting her skirt, running his hands up her warm thighs, and resting them on her hips. He looked up at her eyes and admired her. She was his, and he was hers. There was no denying it. All Bucky wanted was to shout to the world how lucky he was. How he was the happiest of men... just because she had accepted him.
When she trailed his lips with her thumb and rested her hand on his neck, pushing him down on the bed, he didn't try to fight her. He let his body go and watched her unbutton his pants. She took his boots off and then kissed his thighs, nibbling here and there. Her fingernail scratched his skin when her fingers curled around the hem of his underwear, sending goosebumps up his body and making him throw his head back because of how much she made him feel. Lust, love, hope.
