You went every Friday at the Rockfeller center rink.And he'd been there,over the last month.
That man spent hours watching from the balcony the skating crowd, brown hair,full beard,wrapped in a coat,no scarf or gloves.
The air got keen,time to go back home,skates in your hands, "Winter is my favorite season.I missed too many winter times",you turned to meet a sweet smile "I'm James.May I buy you a coffee?it's freezing!" you can't refuse it to his crystal hypnotic eyes.
Enjoying your hot Starbucks drinks,you took a seat under heating lamps,"why are you there each week?", "my few memories from the past.I grew up in NY,before joining the army.This place awakens a lot in me".He suddenly frowned..a soldier! "When was it?",he showed the dogtags hidden under his sweater "1943.James Buchanan Barnes/Steve Rogers".That couldn't be real! "come with me",he took you to a shoe shop: "the old club.men only.there was the bar counter", he pointed the till and you looked at the sign over the window that told the truth.
"Then War changed everything.I woke up,not aged,many years later.I did bad things not worth to tell till I found peace", he held your hand in his,lost eyes. Your phone started ringing "gotta go,will I see you again?", "yes.here,doll,next week.",he kissed you softly lifting your chin.
Other Fridays followed,those few hours spent together,listening to the incredible story of his life,surreal like the movies.Bewitched by him. And in love.You couldn't hide it anymore. "I lost everyone and paid my dues.They can't cancel my memories anymore,not now that I found love!".
You shut him up taking both to the small flat,clothes fell already on the stairs "You're so beautiful..." tears in his eyes "and I'm yours,James","call me Bucky.I hardly remember how magic it was..", he said rubbing your collarbone with his soft beard.
His fingers brushed your folds as a small cry left your lips.Your nails squeezing his strong back when he got into you "don't know if I'm worth you baby doll..I give you all of me",his words choked by the climax when both came at once.
You breathed into his arms "we'll make love every day,to remind how special you are to me"
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50 Shades of Stan🔥
FanfictionShort stories between the reader and Sebastian Stan's movie characters (some with him for real 😉). Try the 50 shades of Stan! which one is yours?🔥
