Summer's End - Bucky and Mel Universe 1

Good Girl, Bad Girl

When she got back to the house, she rinsed off outside and threw her clothes off leaving a trail to the bedroom for him to follow. She rummaged through her bag he brought and noticed a silk nightie and thought about how nice it would be to be unwrapped like a present. She threw it on and piled her hair above her head in a messy bun. She waited for him in the bedroom. She played with her necklace while she waited loving how it felt in her fingers.
"Melinda, where are you..." he called out. She remained quiet.
"There's my girl," he said. "You were being so naughty running like that."
She knelt down on her knees down to the floor, spreading her legs apart, laying her hands open on her thighs, looking down demurely. God she was so fucking perfect, he thought as she presented herself to him. He loved that she found the nightie he packed. The silver was a perfect choice against her now tan skin. It skimmed her breasts perfectly and gathered below her clit. He bent down and placed a single finger under her chin pulling it up.
"Go sit on the bed." He said. "Straddle it." She did as he bided. "Lay on your stomach but keep your legs apart."
As he slowly dragged the nightie off of her, he allowed his fingernails to scrape her back gently causing her to arch and moan. "Now grab your ankles." She did as she was told to, not moving from her straddle, her ass up in the air, her sex presented to him clearly. James ran kisses from her tailbone all the way up her spin to the base of her skull, lingering at her neck as he blew air on either side of it. He tied her hands to her ankles with a silk rope, it wasn't tight. If she really wanted to get out, she could. He started to work her clit with his tongue dropping it ever once in awhile into her core tasting her.
Then he flipped her over quickly, not hurting her, he continued on her clit with his mouth. Then he began to finger her, gently, slowly. First with one finger, adding another, and another. Eventually, he was able to fit his entire fist into her massaging her vagina from the inside. He reached up with his other hand and massaged her breasts alternating them.
"Damn, you taste so good." He mumbled. He slowly pulled his fist out and inserted his dick into her so she would not be empty. James kissed from her naval up to her mouth slowly. A moan escaped her lips. "Hon, I want you to cum for me, but not like this," he whispered into her hair. "I am going to untie you, I want you to be on top and take control. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she breathed out.
"Ready?"
"Yes." She was arching trying to reach a climax but also trying to not at the same time. James reached down and unbound her one hand and then the other. He kissed both hands as he freed them then wrapped them around his neck placing one of her legs around his waist one at a time. She clung to him as he placed a hand in the square of her back and flipped them so she was now on top. He did not leave her core the entire time. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed as she kneeled overtop of him grinding herself into him. She picked up one of his hands and placed it on her clit finding the exact place for his thumb to rub little circles on her nub. She had her hand overtop of his guiding it. She took his other hand and placed in on her breast and did the same so that the actions of her hands are what his hands would do.
"Look at me," she said huskily.
His blue eyes stared up at her, she glowed in the setting sun. This was how he wanted to remember her, perfectly relaxed, lit up and shining. She was so wet and dripping onto his balls. He could feel the electricity coursing through her and she was getting close to her climax.
"Say my name," she said.
"Melinda". With that, she crashed around him. As she came down from her high, he had not cum yet.
"I want to suck you and you cum into my mouth," she said. God, what a woman. She lowered herself onto the floor again and began her ministrations. Mel fondled his balls and worked at that special place between his balls and anus with her other hand. As she sucked and used her tongue, she hummed taking in his full length to the back of her throat.
"God, Melinda." He said as he came. He then dragged her up onto the bed and cuddled her. Her hair fell in front of her face and he brushed it out of the way so he could see her properly. The smell of sex was heavy in the air but the gentle breeze blew it out. All he could smell was her ginger scent that was always about her. She reached for his left arm with her left and intertwined the two. His metal arm never scared her, she never asked about it. She just accepted it as part of him, like she was a part of him now as well. He felt it deep within his bones the truth of it all.
He regretted that the next day they would have to return home and leave their little sanctuary behind. James was glad she would be moving in with him, this way she would always be safe. He knew she could take care of herself, if the world found out the two of them were together, it would put a target on her. He hate himself for putting her in danger because of who he was.
She got up and took another shower, started fixing dinner. He laid there looking at the ceiling thinking about what to do next. "Coming lazybones," she called over her should, "I thought you could get the bonfire going and I could bring dinner out to us when it was done." The sun had already set, he didn't realize how late it was.
He got the bonfire going in now time, he brought out some wine for them as well. Ash she came out with the plates of food, she had a guitar strapped to her back as well. She handed him the plates, then took the guitar off pacing it near where they were sitting. She sat on the blanket he had laid out on the sand. The sand was still warm from the sun of that day. He wore a little smile on his face as he ate.
"What are you smiling at? Is the food ok?" She asked worried he would not like what she made. James never complained about what she made, he loved her cooking. He didn't tell her as often as he should.
"Yes, you always make great food, sweetheart. I was just thinking about something, that's all."
"Penny for your thoughts..." she offered.
"I'm just amazed how someone like me could meet someone like you."
"I think, that really should go the other way," she offered.
"No, it's just I did so much wrong in my life.... I really don't deserve you."
"James, don't sell yourself short. You weren't responsible for the things you did a long time ago. Let's worry about the now."
"Those things still bother me, I know I wake you up occasionally with the nightmares."
"I could easily say the same, I just never can remember what they are about."
"I wish I could forget." He said.
"Come here, do you mind if I try something? Would you like to see yourself as I see you?" Her face was screwed up questioningly. "I can understand if you don't, it's kind of weird. I've only ever done this once before, with Matt."
"That's pretty impressive considering he is blind."
"Don't make fun, I'm serious. I think you'll feel better about yourself. Please do it for me?" She looked up at him sympathetically. She could feel some of the pain coming off of him. He huffed but nodded.
"Ok," she arranged herself so she was sitting in front of him, "hold out both hands, take deep breaths, keep your eyes closed. When I say open them, open them, ok?"
"Ok."
They sat crossed legged facing each other. Mel started with her hands starting at his elbows and gently grazed her hands down the insides of his forearms until her hands were gently over his. He felt a warming sensation in his hands. She moved one hand over his heart. He felt a tingly, warming sensation there as well. Mel removed her other hand from his and placed her fingers on his forehead. This sensation tingled but was cooling this time. "And ... now, open your eyes."
James was seeing himself through her eyes. It wasn't a mirror reflection like he expected. Instead, he glowed, like there was a light coming from the inside of him. He noticed his metal arm glowed as well, though not as brightly as the rest of his body. His eyes sparkled blue. The rest of the world looked as it should, it was only him that was different. James would be hard pressed to say this was what he expected. He could feel his hand come up to reach out and touch her cheek but saw himself doing it, it was strange. He could feel the tear that ran down her face on his hand. What he saw was something else. She looked like a nebula clouds of black and grey in human form with bright flashes of color here and there on the edges of the clouds. He broke contact with her, he couldn't figure out why he looked one way and she a different way. If the golden glow meant goodness, love, and light, then what did the black and grey mean with only a little bit of highlighting colors?
"That's the way I have always seen you," she said looking down. He could tell she was embarrassed. What he couldn't tell was why. "I see how you actually see yourself as a film layer over top of what you just saw. It was what pulled me to you when I bumped into you that day. It was your goodness that pulled me towards you. I, on the other hand, am fucked up. I'm sorry, I don't deserve you." He couldn't believe she was apologizing for this. It was one of the most beautiful, kindest things anyone has ever done for him.
"Is that how you see yourself, though?" He asked bringing her chin up.
"It used to be much worse, so this is progress," she began but stopped.
"Hon, you are so beautiful to me inside and out. You are by far the most caring person I know, you work on things until you find a solution. Mel, you are down on yourself too much."
"I know and I have been working on it, really I have. I can't glow like you can and I don't know why."
"Maybe it is the whole angel thing going on, we don't necessarily understand what it all means." He offered.
"Can we not talk about this, I really just want to enjoy the evening with you," she said, almost pleadingly.
"Sweetheart, we can stop talking about it, eventually we will have to talk about it though, ok?"
"Ok." She snuggled into his side as they looked at the clear night sky.
After about a half hour of doing that, she reached for the guitar and began to pick out a melody.
"It amazes me how you are able to play two instruments," he said.
"I can play more, I never took lessons but if I watch someone do something I can usually pick it up and figure it out after awhile. That's how I learned how to fight, in fact everything. Languages, how to read, write. I didn't speak for a year when I was found because I was processing everything. I just observed how people acted towards one another, voice inflection, how people moved, then everything just clicked one day. I can honestly say, I don't remember anything before the day I was found. I started from square one."
James thought about what she said as she was playing, he stared into the fire. Some things were starting to make sense. Once she learned something she could apply it and synthesize what she learned towards other things. He always noticed she was quietest when figuring something out. When they trained and he was showing her something new, she was quiet because she was studying the movements, when breaths were taking place even when someone was blinking. She was taking it all in, then she took those things and turned them on her opponent so they could not touch her. Mel blocked moves and used motion against others, flowing like water, she never really attacked. It wasn't in her nature. Perhaps she was afraid of this darkness inside of her coming out. If it came out, would she ever be able to put it back or contain it?
After awhile the fire started to die down, they stayed out there past the last embers. She helped cover the ash and drown what was left. They rolled up the blanket and walked in towards the house. He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.
"You're being really quiet," he was trying to get her to talk.
"I'm just exhausted, that's all. Do you mind if we go to bed? I love you, I'm just really tired." He knew she wasn't really tired. She was trying to figure out what was going through his mind and how to handle the situation. Perhaps she would feel better in the morning when they left. James was hoping.