Saving Bucky

The brawl

Olivia's POV:

I have never sprinted so fast to take a cold shower. The undeniable ache between my thighs needed to stop. No man has ever had THIS effect on me. Not even David. My heart is still racing. I've been standing in the fucking cold shower for almost 10 minutes, and it's not helping. Fuck it. I turn it off, get out, dry off and put on an oversized shirt to sleep in. This frustration I'm feeling right now is more intense than anything I have ever felt in my life.

All I wanted was his lips on mine, my hands gripping his long hair while he fucks me into oblivion. (STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!) I am screaming to myself. (Lay down and go to sleep). But I can't. I can't stop fidgeting. I reach into my nightstand and pull out my vape. I haven't smoked in so long but I have to do something. This nervous energy is not going to let me sleep.

Bucky's POV:

The whole ride home, all I wanted to do was turn around and go back to her. Fuck. What did I start. An aggressive feral feeling was beginning to rise underneath my skin. Like an itch I can't scratch. The nights i have spent thinking about her, for months. What her skin feels like? What her kiss tastes like? What it would be like to bury myself inside of her.

For 70 years, this wasn't an urge I have had. I was either on ice, being tortured, or completing missions for Hydra. Flashes of her are invading my mind. The way she looks up at me from underneath her lashes, lips parted.

(No James. It's too dangerous) I tell myself (you can't give in to this). I pull up to my house, shut off the bike and just sit for a minute, closing my eyes. Fuck. I drop my head and try to breathe away this raging, painful erection in my jeans.

I'm finally able to climb off my bike and head inside. I take a cold shower, and head to bed. my mind won't shut off. I just keep seeing her. This urge may be more than I can resist. I need to have her.

Olivia's POV:

A good nights sleep didn't seem to help. His face is the first thing that comes to mind when my eyes open. I grab my phone and see that I slept until 1pm. Shit. I need to get up and start getting ready to open the bar at 4. Surprisingly, this is the first day I have woken up and not been angry about the day. I get to see him again tonight.

I head to my closet to pick out an outfit, and get an idea. I grin to myself, knowing this will probably backfire in my face. This man seems to have unbelievable self control. Why not tempt it?

I pull out the tightest shredded Jean shorts I have, and white tank top, and black bra. Finishing off the look with a pair of black docs, a cute black bandana around my head and make up in a pin up girl style. Perfect.

I head downstairs and start my prep work. A few hours later, I open the bar and count the minutes until I know he will get here.

Bucky's POV:

I pulled up to the bar at my regular time, parked my bike and went to head inside. I stopped in my tracks when I saw her through the window. Holy shit. It's been a long time since I have seen her look like this. Fuck it's sexy. I will head inside soon, but I just want to stand here and admire her. After a few minutes, she starts looking around, she looks at the usual table I sit at, and I notice her face drop a little, then pulled her phone out of her back pocket and glance at it for the time. This makes me smile, maybe she feels the same way I do. (Well, C'mon Buck, can't keep a pretty girl waiting). I walk inside.

The moment her eyes meet mine, she smiles. The most genuine smile I have seen from her in a long time. I watch her eyes move down my body as she bites her lip, then glances back up to meet my gaze. (Buck, sit down before you pitch a tent in front of the whole damn bar).