Melatonin- Bucky X OC Love Story

Chapter 30

Violet was down in the lab, reading through a large stack of charts that Tony had given her. He had told her that she could choose her patients now, she decided who did and didn't get into the program. It made her uneasy to have to choose, she knew it meant that some people didn't get chosen. She wanted everyone to get the help they needed, she didn't want anyone to have to suffer with lost limbs, not if she was able to help them. But she was only one person, she couldn't take on too much. Tony told her to pick 6 patients out of a stack of 30 charts. She had recruited Bucky to help her, he was sprawled out on the floor reading through a few of them.

"How about this woman, doll? It says A K A?" Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow. He flipped to the next page of her chart, seeing a picture of the amputation, halfway between what should have been her knee and her hip.

"Above the knee amputation." Violet explained. "Is that Mary Foreman?" Violet asked. She stood up from her desk, sitting down in the floor next to Bucky, looking over his shoulder at the chart. "It is, I'm only nervous because her amputation was a year ago." She admitted.

Bucky reached, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her against him. "You can do it, doll. It's your decision who you help, but I think you should help her. It says here so far she's been unable to get any prosthetic so she's been on crutches for a year." He said with a sad sigh, he couldn't imagine how she felt. But he also like that this patient was a woman, women didn't scare Violet.

"Then she's in, if you think I should help her, I will." Violet promised. She curled up against him, stealing a kiss from his lips.

"How many more do you need to pick today?" Bucky asked, smiling over at her, admiring her gorgeous face.

"She was the last one, Tony told me to pick six." She said happily. Bucky let out a happy sigh. He stood up, picking up all the charts and leaving them on her desk, sitting Mary's off to the side with the other five she had chosen. He bent down, scooping Violet up in his arms. "Good, I need my girl." He said. Violet wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands resting on his shoulders while he carried her out of the lab.

"Steve! Hey!" Violet beamed when the two met up with him in the elevator. Steve let out a quiet sigh. "Hey." He said before stepping out of the elevator. He'd been trying to create distance between the two since he went with her to her tattoo appointment, it was far too hard for him to be around her and not want to hold onto her. He struggled seeing her and not wanting his hands all over her, especially seeing his best friend doing it instead.

"Is he mad at me?" Violet asked when the two were alone. Bucky reached his right hand into her shirt, holding onto her bare back. "No, doll. He's probably just busy with work stuff. He wouldn't have been heading to the lab otherwise." Bucky promised. He wasn't sure if Steve was avoiding her, but he had no reason to. She hadn't done anything to him, so he assumed it was team stuff cluttering his mind.

Bucky happily carried Violet to the gym, laughing when he saw how confused she was. "I don't fight?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Bucky stole a kiss from her lips, smiling brightly at her.

"No, you don't. Dance with me." He pleaded. He sat Violet down on her feet, keeping his arms around her waist.

"What?" Violet asked, she rested her hands on his firm pecs, smiling up at him.

"You heard me, please?" He asked.

"FRIDAY, play my playlist." Bucky called out. A Playlist of mostly 20s and 30s romantic songs began to fill the gym, Bucky kept his left arm around her waist, the right hand taking hers. Violet blushed, letting him sway her along to the music, her eyes locked onto his.

"I don't know how to dance, Mr. Barnes." Violet teased. Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, pulling Violet to stand on his boots as he moved the two. Bucky leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he swayed the two across the gym, soaking in the moments with his girl. Violet moved to wrap both arms loosely around his neck, her hands laying in his hair at the nape of his neck. Their foreheads pressed together as she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent.

"Please let me do this forever." Bucky pleaded. Violet pulled her face away from his, smiling up at him. "Eventually, I'll need to eat something." She teased.

Bucky playfully slapped her ass, his hands resting at the top of her ass afterwards. "You know what I mean, please let me be yours forever." He said.

"I don't want to be anywhere else, I'm yours, James." Violet promised. Taylor used to demand she belonged to him, it made her sick. She wasn't property. She didn't like feeling like it either. But Bucky felt so different, he was different. He was perfect, he was hers.

"I love you, Violet." Bucky said quietly before connecting their lips. Violet pulled herself towards him, feeling him lift her to his height. She rested her elbows on his shoulders, her hands tangling in his hair. Bucky carried her to the ring, sitting her on it, her back rested against the ropes so the two were the same height. He gripped onto her hips, their tongues tangling while he held onto her. Violet wrapped her legs around him, her feet resting on his ass. She put her arms on his muscular chest, sliding them down his abs before resting them on his ribs. The kiss was heated, needy, hungry. He needed her, but he would wait for her until she was ready so he broke the kiss before he got too wrapped up in the moment.

"I love you, James." Violet finally replied when he broke the kiss. She moved her hands from his chisled torso to hold onto his face. Her eyes briefly went down, seeing how tight his jeans had became, seeing the bulge from his cock pressed against the ring. Everytime she saw how turned on she made him, she felt guilty that she couldn't give him more. But she also felt desire, she wanted him, she needed him. But she was scared, not scared of Bucky. Scared of memories, scared that at 25 the only sex she had ever had wasn't willing. Scared that her entire life she had never willingly had sex, what if she wasn't enough for him? What if she wasn't good? She knew she didn't know what she was doing, she knew his life in the 40s was drastically different, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Whats going on in that pretty little head, doll?" Bucky asked. His hands rubbed up and down her spine while he stared into her eyes.

Violet let out a quiet sigh, moving her hands to his pecs. "I don't want to disappoint you." She said timidly.

"How could you ever disappoint me? You're everything to me." He reassured her. His left hand came up, cupping her cheek.

"I.. I've never had consensual sex." She reminded him nervously. Bucky let out a sigh, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. "Did I make you feel pressured?" He asked.

"No." Violet promised confidently. "Just.. I, I don't know what I'm doing." She blurted out with a sigh.

Bucky let out a quiet laugh, his lips brushing against hers again, his thumb stroking her cheek. "We will still move at any pace you're comfortable with. If I ever make you feel like that's not true, I want you to tell me. But you can't exactly do it wrong, I love you Violet. I'm in love with you, everything will be fine. Whenever you're ready, everything will be perfect." He promised.

"It doesn't bother you that we get into these like heavy make-out sessions then just have to stop?" Violet asked.

"Not at all. I love kissing my girlfriend, I love having my hands all over you. I love that you let me hold onto you. Someday when you're ready for more, I will love that too." Bucky promised. He stole another kiss before lifting Violet to his chest, happily carrying her out of the gym after realizing the two had danced all afternoon and that dinner was soon.