Following Team Orders (A Steve Rogers AU x F1)

Monza

The Italian country side is beautiful in the summer. The red convertible took to the curves with ease. Olivia tilted her head back in the car to absorb the sunlight on her skin. It felt freeing, feeling the wind in her hair as Bucky drove them around. It was Thursday, just a team meeting later. Bucky took a hold of Liv's hand and she smiled. There were no words to say right now. It was nice to be with someone who wasn't a jerk, or a liar, or in it for the money.

Bucky squeezed her hand gently. "Sorry Bug, but we gotta go back."

"Why?" She whined. "I love it out here."

"I know Bug, but we have that meeting." Bucky lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. "I know a good restaurant for after. We can eat with Frank, maybe invite some of the crew?"

Liv smiled. Bucky was selfless and she liked that about him. "Team dinner then?"

"Team dinner."

**

After Friday's practices, Liv and Bucky were in her trailer, reviewing photos of the track. Monza had an upward climb that could be tricky, and Bucky wanted to make sure that Liv was prepared.

"So this is..."

"Turn one, uphill after the straight. Umm..." Liv closed her eyes, "there is a tree as a marker for the turn, left and into turn two."

"Perfect. Great job Liv." They high five'd and Liv giggled. "What?"

"You can only do things with your right still. Why aren't you rehabbing?"

"Because I'm busy with a bratty driver who needs more attention." He pointedly looked at her.

"I am not a brat. I am a Williams. We are never brats," Liv said with a mock accent.

"Said the brat." Bucky smirked at her. "Williams or not, you have to be the neediest driver I have ever worked with."

"I am not." She pouted a little.

"Are too."

"I am not needy or bratty. I am just ... delicate."

Bucky snorted. "Delicate?"

"Yeah, delicate. Like a flower. Just need some love and nurturing and BAM! I'm a garden."

Bucky looked at her for a moment before bursting out laughing. "You talk some shit."

"Well that's just rude," she sniffed. "I'll go hang out with Johnny or Frankie then."

"Whoa, whoa, baby girl." Bucky pulled her back and she tripped, landing in his arms. He pushed a tendril of hair away from her face. Liv looked up at him and bit her bottom lip. He tugged it free and searched her eyes, trying to see if she was hesitant. When he saw none, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers gently.

Liv was lost. His lips were so soft and gentle, no bruising force behind it. She tried, oh so hard, not to compare it to Steve's but she couldn't. Steve was just as gentle, but his lips formed better onto hers. Not to say that Bucky was a bad kisser, no, he was an amazing kisser, just different. Liv mentally shook herself. Bucky wanted her and that should be the important part. She moved to deepen the kiss and she felt Bucky smile against her lips.

Bucky couldn't believe how lucky he was. The most beautiful girl in the world was kissing him back. He ran his fingers through her dark hair and tasted her. She tasted like pop and strawberries. It was addicting. And he was in heaven. After a moment, he pulled back to let them breathe. "I'm sorry doll face, I didn't mean to take it that far."

"You didn't?"

"No, well, I meant to kiss you because your lips are so inviting but I didn't mean to push you into more."