I'm Not Yours

8. Shameless

"There's just inches in between us. I want you to give in. There is tension in between us. I just wanna give in. And I don't care if I'm forgiven."

I'm nervous.

Well, excited...but also nervous.

Tony's parties are always talked about around campus, so obviously I can't wait to finally see it. But...Steve and Bucky will both be there, in the same room, dressed up. And if Steve looks half as good as Bucky does, it's going to be a tough night.

Bucky and I leave my room and head down together. Even getting to the stairs I realize just how much I'm not used to walking in these heels. By the time we get to the steps I'm already clutching onto the railing.

"What is wrong with you?" Bucky asks, watching me slowly go down one step.

"I'm trying not to break the other ankle." I say, knowing I can't even complain about these shoes because I'm the one who picked them out.

Bucky rolls his eyes at me and before I can even process his movement he scoops me up into his arms and starts carrying me down the stairs.

I let out a yelp of surprise as I wrap my arms around his neck. "God dammit." I say, noting this isn't the first, or second time someone does this to me in the last two days. "You and Steve must be best friends because you both love doing this."

Bucky doesn't say anything but I can see it on his face, my comment sparked a thought. I want to ask him what it was. But I'm too scared of the answer.

When we get to the bottom he sets me down, his hands grazing my sides as he helps me steady myself.

"Thank you." I say, trying not to show how flustered my voice is from this small touch. It's like my body knows today is supposed to be our "cheat" day and it's starting to feel deprived.

"You're welcome." Bucky says, and based on the smile on his face I'm going to guess he's thinking the same thing I am.

He confirms it when his hands start lowering down my back, his fingers inching closer to the curve of my ass.

I reach back and grab his hands to pull them off of me. "Bucky." I say, clear warning in my tone since we already talked about this.

"I didn't like that." he says with a small pout. Suddenly he shifts our grips so that he has a hold on me and he pushes me back against the wall behind us, lifting out arms and pinning my hands above my head. He presses his body against mine and immediately drops his head to kiss my neck.

"Bucky." I try to say again, but it comes out as more of a moan.

"That's more like it." he says, pushing himself against me even more.

God it feels so good, but we can't. Not here.

"You're going to get us caught." I say as I try to find the will to stop him. But as soon as I feel him kissing me a little too hard I panic and pull my hands from his grasp so I can put them on his chest and push him away. "You're going to give me a hickey!" I chuckle out. "How am I going to explain that to everyone?"

Bucky brings his metal hand to my neck, lightly dragging his cold fingers against my skin that he left hot from his lips. "I kind of want to find out." he teases.

I swat his hand away but he catches my fingers, bringing them up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on them. It's such a tender moment, and kind of odd for him, but I try to control my reaction.

I push him away so that I can walk past him and we continue our path towards the main room, just past the main offices, where the party is being held.

I've texted Nat and Wanda and they both say they're already there, as is most of the team. Which means Bucky and I are officially late.