The Blood Pact

Chapter 7: No going back

Hi all. Bit of a shorter chapter as we build up to their Big Night. Warnings for beginnings of smut, talk of blood drinking and reader being a bit over eager with Bucky (but he's very willing).

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You were a jittery mess the next day as you waited for sundown. The hangover didn't help much, either. Part of you even wondered if you'd dreamt it all, and Bucky would come down those stairs as he did every night and everything would be as it was. Awkward and uncomfortable. But you remembered his hands on you too clearly, the feel of his tongue against your neck, the breathlessness from that kiss...all too real to have been a dream.

You distracted yourself with housework and a catch up video call with Wanda and Nat, filling them in on Peter's dastardly deeds as they scoffed and shouted – outraged on your behalf. You were still annoyed at yourself for your moment of weakness, but Nat vowed to avenge you and it felt good to be talking about it and laughing, reminding yourself that it was only the important people in your life who mattered.

You did a couple of loads of laundry and took a long leisurely bath. You wanted to look nice for Bucky but didn't want to look too dressed up as you normally wore casual shorts or loungewear around the house, so one of your sexy cocktail dresses would certainly raise an eyebrow from Steve. You settled on a tight leggings and tank top set you knew emphasised every curve of your body, popping on a bit of minimal make up for good measure.

You had ordered your favourite takeout as your capacity to cook was non-existent. You were sat at the kitchen table eating when they finally descended the stairs and came into the kitchen. You looked up and greeted them as naturally as you could, trying to ignore your heart as it hammered in your chest.

Steve was dressed up and ready to go in a crisp white shirt and navy tailored pants, while Bucky was more laidback in dark jeans and a fitted grey t-shirt. The two of you exchanged the briefest of heated glances before you turned away and asked Steve if he was looking forward to his night out.

"I am, yeah. Haven't seen this crowd in a while so it'll be good to catch up" he beamed.

"Fun!" you responded cheerily. "What's a vampire gathering like? Do you have a human sacrifice? Drink the finest AB negative from martini glasses?"

Steve laughed heartily. "Not since the 70s. We normally just hang out and catch up, put on some music. But yes, they do offer refreshments so you're off the hook tonight"

You smiled back. "Sounds like a blast. Say hi to Blade for me".

You laughed together for a moment before Steve's expression turned into something more serious.

"Are you two going to be okay together without me?" he asked, looking between you and Bucky. "I'm a little worried I'll come home and one of you will be torn limb from limb – and I mean it, both of you have a fair shot of being capable of that".

You both turned to look at Bucky who was standing at the kitchen counter, reading through some mail. He glanced back at you briefly before turning to Steve.

"We'll be fine" he replied solemnly as his azure eyes locked with yours once more, giving nothing away. "Won't we?"

You nodded. "Yep...I'm still kinda hungover so I'm probably gonna watch a movie and call it a night. We'll just stay out of each other's way".

Bucky nodded back as Steve eyed you both. You could see he wasn't wholly convinced, worried about what the two of you might get up to in his absence.

If only he knew.

Steve eventually got to his feet, satisfied that he could trust you both not to kill each other at least until he got home. Or as satisfied as he'd ever be, at least.