𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

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TW: Discussions of hurtful actions, fingering, and praise kink.

[Ride - Lana Del Rey]
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Beverly's POV

The moonlight shines through the curtains that blow with the wind from outside the hut. It is rather late in the night, the day has been long. It has been full of hugs, eating together and letting all our emotions out, and tears. I told Bucky all about the cemetery today, and he let me drown in my emotions. He held me after I let out all my much-needed tears, and then drew me a bath. It was just what I needed after today.

Now, I am fully bathed, lying in bed beside Bucky, both of us reading from a book. This has been one of our many routines since we came to Wakanda, and we have never faltered. It is the most relaxing thing before we go to bed.

But, Bucky drops his book from his eye line, looking down at me. I do the same, looking up at him confused. I wait for him to speak, to prepare himself for whatever he has to say. It takes him a few seconds to open his lips, but even then, they only part, no words coming out.

"Will you ever be able to forgive Steve for the way he reacted last week?" He finally asks.

My eyebrows raise, not expecting the words that left his mouth. It takes me a couple of seconds to register what he said, but when I do, I know the definite answer. But, it hurts knowing that even if I can forgive him, he will most likely never forgive me.

"It hurt what he said to me, but I still love him like a brother," I confirm.

"That's good." He smiles. "But I have to tell you something." Then, it fades. "Steve has been calling me since they all left."

"Oh," I sigh.

"And he hasn't asked about you yet."

"Oh," My lip begins to tremble.

Tears quickly fall down my cheeks, and I can't stop the sob that trips from my lips. Bucky gets alert at the sound and pulls me into a hug. I cry into his shoulder and he rubs my back comfortingly. I let him take control of the situation as he pulls me even closer and then kisses my lips. He keeps doing it until I stop sobbing, and I reciprocate the kiss. The more we kiss, the more passionate it gets. I lean into the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

"I'm here for you, doll." He breathes out.

"Please,"

"I'm here."

His kiss travels down my neck to my sweet spot, sucking on it and pulling a moan from me. He smiles against my skin, proud of himself. I start pulling at the roots of his hair desperately, needing him to touch me the way that makes me forget. He takes the hint, his other hand smoothing down my body and underneath my lace nightdress. He pushes my panties aside and starts slowly rubbing my clit. I shift underneath his hold, making his hand go further down me. He holds my waist, taking control.

"I'll make you feel good, baby." He kisses my neck. "Let me do this for you."

I nod my head, letting him do whatever he wants to me. I trust him completely. He starts pushing his fingers inside of me, the palm of his hand pushing against my clit. I moan as he curls his fingers and hit my G-spot, making me jolt uncontrollably. He smiles as I start shifting under his hold again, uncontrollably. The other hand that is unoccupied pulls down the front of my nightdress and reveals my breasts. He sucks on the nipple closest to him, his hand pulling at the other nipple. Both of them are hard, and he nibbles a little before pulling his mouth off me with a pop. His hand movements quicken, and my moans get closer together. Noticing this, his hand thrusting gets harder until the coil in the bottom of my stomach bursts, making my mouth drop open, but no noise comes out.

"That's it, baby." He moans. "That's a good girl."

"Oh, fuck, Bucky." My body shakes.

"So good for me." He whispers as he bites my earlobe.

He pumps his fingers until I come down from my high, breathing heavily. When I can move again, I begin to crawl over to him and my hand goes under his pyjama pants, but he grabs my hand. He pulls it away from his pants, kissing my palm. I look at the evident dent in his pants, knowing he is hard, and then at his face, confused at his actions.

"I don't want that, baby." He smiles. "This was all about you."

"But, I can help you."

"I don't need it." He kisses my palm again. "All I wanted to do was please you, tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

He pushes me onto my back, kissing my lips passionately. We both get up out of bed and make our way into the bathroom. He turns on the shower at the coldest temperature, and gets in quickly, sorting himself out. Whilst in the shower, I go to the bathroom, clean myself up, and splash cold water on my face and chest, trying to calm down the red splotches on my body. He always gets me hot and heavy. Bucky gets out of the shower, me opening a towel for him and wrapping it around his waist, kissing his chest. He hugs me, making me slightly wet, but I don't care. He brushes through his hair, letting it air dry. We walk back into the bedroom, Bucky getting on a new pair of trousers and joining me in bed.

Me lying on my back, Bucky kisses my lips, my forehead, and my nose, making me giggle. I have almost completely forgotten what Bucky had told me before, and I feel at peace. He sits up against the pillows, pulling me to lie on his chest. I snuggle against him as he pulls his book out again, going back to the page he bent the top corner of. He is re-reading the original copy of 'The Hobbit. He begins to read the page out loud to me, pulling me into a deep sleep. The weight of the day is heavy, and it is easy for me to fall asleep against Bucky's chest, his reading lulling me into a much-needed sleep.

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