Spiderman's Sister

Let's go home

Our driver is already waiting for us in front of the door. He holds the car door open for us, we get in and I immediately snuggle up to James again. On the one hand to tease him further, on the other hand because I just want to be as close to him as possible.

Driver: Where to ma'am?

Victoria: Home, please.

What James doesn't know - home isn't where he thinks it is. Luckily I had sent the address to the driver service in advance, so I don't have to tell where it's going just yet. As we drive off, James wraps his metal arm tighter around me, pulling me a little onto his lap. Whether that was intentional or not I can't say, but I decide to slide onto his lap entirely and give him a real test again. Without warning, I pull him into a heated kiss. That seems to surprise him. He gasps, his lips parting slightly. I take the chance to push my tongue into his mouth. For a moment he seems to forget that he actually has to be abstinent. And what can I say? I can't even be mad at him. I myself am so hot for him that I would like to tell him right now, just so he can fuck me right here. I'm all the more proud of him when he breaks the kiss and pushes me a little away from him, keeping me on his lap.

Victoria: Sorry, i guess i got lost in the moment.

Bucky: No need to apologize. But before I end up in the hospital again, we better not do that.

To keep myself from telling the truth, I just nod and snuggle back into him. Not long now, then we'll be home and I can finally redeem both of us. After a few minutes, James seems to realize we're not going "home", that we don't go back to the tower.

Bucky: That's not the way to the tower.

Victoria: I know.

Bucky: Where are we going then?

Victoria: Home. Into our home.

It's only when we park in front of our home that James understands what I mean. He smiles at me so happily and lovingly that my heart begins to race. We get out, thank our driver and walk up the few steps to the entrance together. Inside, I'm pondering the best way to go about it now. Should I just pull him into the bedroom right away or should I let him fidget a little longer? The decision is made for me when I suddenly hear the soft strains of Frank and Nancy Sinatra's "Somethin' stupid". Seconds later, I feel James' hands on my hips and he turns me around to face him.

Bucky: Would you dance with me?

Definitely. I nod and we slowly begin to sway across the living room.

Victoria: Like on our first date.

I immediately have the images from back then in my head. How we danced in the cabin before we went to dinner.

Bucky: I can't believe how long ago that was.

Victoria: Who would have thought then that we would be here together now?

Suddenly James looks down shyly.

Bucky: To be honest, I was hoping for that. I don't know why myself, but ever since you showed up at the tower that night, I've been unable to think of anything else.

Oh James, like I need more reasons to love you. But every time I think he can't be more perfect, he says something like that and I just fall in love with him even more. I lean towards him and kiss him, soft and gentle.

Victoria: I love you James.

Bucky: I love you too Victoria.

We keep dancing for a while until I can't take it anymore. I have to finally redeem him, and above all myself. I'll excuse myself to go to the bathroom. There I take off my dress, so that I am only in my lingerie - a black bra with the cup consisting of only three bands that converge from left to right and up from the bottom and in the middle, just above the nipple, under one lace blossom. The rest is bare skin. The matching thong is made entirely of black lace, which means that a lot of skin can also be seen here. I leave my heels on, shake my hair up again and look at myself in the mirror. Poor James. In the few seconds that will pass between the moment I get out of the bathroom and the moment I tell him the truth, he's going to lose his mind. But afterwards he is allowed to rip the bit of fabric off my body, that should make up for the whole thing. I grin at myself in the mirror before walking to the door. Show time.