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CW: Voyeurism and "long distance" sex, sexting, heavy flirting, Bucky being cute and smitten, threats of violence, vomit and mentions of vomitting.
This is kind of part one to what was originally going to be a very long chapter, so I'm going to try and post chapter two tomorrow.
BUCKY
BULLSEYE TATTOOS || EDEN, KENTUCKY
I don't wake up to an alarm anymore. Instead, I wake up to buzz buzz on my nightstand, bright and early at 8:00am. For the past three days. I don't mind it at all, it's a hell of a lot better to wake up to a text from Sadie than a goddamned alarm clock. This morning, my phone buzzes and I roll over and grab it, seeing her name and a message pop up.
[its.sadie] What do you think for Open Mic night? This? Or this?
I blink and sit up, groaning as every single one of my vertebrae aches and pops.
"Christ." I manage to prop myself up onto a pillow and blink away the bleariness in my eyes before I click the two photos.
The first is a soft blue dress with a pretty neckline that exposes some cleavage. I can see her soft, thick thighs peeking out and lick my lips. I want those things wrapped around my fucking head and crushing it like a watermelon. She's got great thighs. Thick and muscular, and a nice plump ass that jiggles when I smack it from behind.
I'm pitching a goddamn tent just thinking about it.
Quickly, I flip to the next picture. It's a long black skirt with a Led Zeppelin crop top that shows off a little bit of her soft belly. She's got a Stevie Nicks meets Dolly Parton thing going on that I can't get enough of. That big blonde half-bouffant, half 70s shag cut drives me crazy. She looks so good with all that golden hair around her, especially when she's riding me.
First one. I don't wanna have to work through a shitload of fabric just to eat your pussy tonight.
[its.sadie] Oh good! So I'll wear that to Sunday dinner and you can finger me under the table.
I nearly choke. I should have expected something like this in response. Whenever I think I'm quick, she's just that much quicker. I chuckle and shake my head.
I miss you. Is that weird?
It's been three days since we went to the creek and we haven't seen each other. She's been working, I've been working. Texting is all we have right now, but I'm determined to come to the bar tonight for open mic night.
[its.sadie] I think it's sweet, also find it hilarious that your response to me wanting you to finger me under the table at dinner is 'I miss you.'
Hilarious?
[its.sadie]: And super adorable. I miss you too. It sucks not being able to see you.
