Marvel One Shots

Bucky & Genevieve

Prologue: Bucky & Genevieve have travelled down with Sam Wilson to help him and his sister get their lives back on track. Bucky and Genevieve have only been dating for a few months and have still not consummated their relationship. Genevieve has had enough of her vibrators and smut books and wants nothing more than for Bucky to take her and have his way with her.

Sam and Bucky have been down at the dock all day working on that damn boat. Sam's sister, Sarah, sent me a Snapchat earlier of Sam attempting to fix a broken pipe that was spewing steam. Bucky walked up and was like "hold on, hold on, hold on." And proceeded to take the wrench from Sam with his right hand and do it himself and said "you gotta go up". Once it was fixed, Sam looked at Bucky and said "Why didn't you use the metal arm?" And he looked down at it. (By this point I'm rolling laughing). Bucky in all seriousness says, "I don't always think of it immediately. I'm right-handed." And I can hear Sarah cackling and then both men look up at her at the same time and the video cuts off.

It made my day. Sam and Bucky were becoming best buddies. Sam wasn't trying to replace Steve but he wanted to make sure that Bucky knew he could count on him for more than missions; and it seemed to be working. It was Sarah's frustrated call to Sam that got us all down here to help them out. I spent all of yesterday helping her in the kitchen and making pies and home cooked meals for the less fortunate. The people here in Louisiana were so friendly and welcoming. They even had these adorable accents. I think someone called them "coon-ass". Said that's what real Cajuns were.

I was looking at the time on my Apple Watch, when I thought I heard footsteps on the porch. It was a quarter after 5:00 so my assumption is that it's my favorite little handy man. Then I heard, "Eve, honey, I'm back." The way my nickname rolled off his tongue gave me a little high. It sounded so sweet coming off of his lips. Like it had been dipped in honey and there were little beads dripping off of it.

I felt a cool hand and warm hand wrap around my midriff (it was 101° down here today - crop tops have been my friend since we arrived, and don't even get me started on the humidity). Then he put his bearded chin into crook of my neck where it met my shoulders and placed a soft kiss. He smelled like he'd been working outside all day, which I'm painfully aware that's what he was doing, and while normally that might be a deterrent for some women.. that was not the case for me. If anything, I wanted to climb him like the tree he was. "Hey, honey. How was your day? You get to relax a little bit?"

"Mmm." I hummed after he called me honey. Those pet names will never get old for me. I think they're endearing. "Hey, babe. It was good, yeah I did get to relax. I finished that book I started on the flight over from the other day."

He kisses me on the neck right where my one of my pulse points is located, and I know he can feel the blood pumping through me at a ridiculous rate. Even just being near this man was a turn on. We have only been dating about 3 or 4 months now and while him wanting to take it slow was sexy and sweet, it was not getting old since I could no longer pleasure myself adequately. I needed some dick and soon.

Bucky looked at me and said "That's great, honey. What was it about?"

Did he really want to know or was he just making conversation? I'm almost certain that he peaked at the book when I went to the bathroom on the jet.

"How about I show you?" I asked and before he could respond, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled myself up against his chest and planted my lips on his. I kissed him with passion at first, but as the kissing continued, we both got hungrier. Both wanting more. Maybe his self-control was running low, just like mine. I respected his wishes even if they were a little different for me. He was definitely an old soul.

His hands were exploring my body as though he was wanting to remember every single scar and every single freckle. His hands stopped on my breasts and gently fumbled with them. He took my nipple that was showing itself through the fabric of my bra and tank top and placed it between his index finger and thumb. As he pinched and squeezed I moaned into our kiss which seemed to fuel him on. His hands went to my ass and squeezed each cheek, and then they slid down to my thighs signaling me to hop up.