One Night In Brooklyn | Bucky Barnes 1940's

Friday - 9.02 PM

It was easier than he thought. Like muscle memory almost. Was he nervous? Sure. Terrified, even. But he had been with a girl before. And most importantly, he had been with Eloise before. It would be fine.

He would remind himself whenever the moment would allow, whenever he wasn't too occupied by the way her body felt beneath his, and how her soft moans vibrated against his mouth as he kissed her, tongues swirling over each other. And the heat between their bodies.

"Are you sure you–" Bucky managed between kisses, and strokes, and panting, and writhing. So much writhing.

"yes" It was a soft whisper on her lips, barely there, more like a sharp breath than a word.

Bucky could feel her heart drumming against his own chest, and he tried to take another deep breath, keeping his focus on the way she felt beneath the palms of his hands, and trying to talk himself through it. Sheets. White. Steel frame. Canopy. Eloise. Eloise. Eloi–

Her hand moved across his left shoulder, grazing his scar. It made him jump. His eyes shot open and he pushed himself back.

Eloise looked back at him, her eyes just as wide.

"I'm so sorry, I–" She began, her hands pulling away quickly as a look of concern flushed over her face.

"no, no, no. It's okay. It's okay, It doesn't hurt I just–" Bucky swallowed hard. His heartbeat was picking up. "No one's touched it– I mean, I have, of course. But I just–" He was rambling. His heart was beating faster. Eloise was right there. Right there underneath him, looking up at him, her lips kiss stained, her chest rising slowly, her eyes glossy. She looked stunning. Incredible. Part of his own brain was screaming at him for ruining this moment. This moment that he had missed and obsessed over, that had kept him warm and patient for an entire year. While the other part of his brain just felt numb. Dead silent.

"I'm just gonna– I'll be right back" Bucky panted nervously, ripping himself away from the bed and heading straight for the bathroom.

He doused his face in cold water, took a few deep breaths and ran his damp hands through his hair. He gripped the sink hard as his eyes flashed to the reflection in the mirror, but just as quickly flashed away. He closed his eyes and spoke to himself.

"Get it together. You're okay. Everything is alright. Everything is fine." When he walked back into the bedroom. Eloise was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs swayed slowly over the side and her palms were pressed into the mattress. She looked him up and down carefully, her expression looked like she was pondering something.

Bucky leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched how the tie  around the waist of her dress had come undone, and how one shoulder had slid off. 

They looked at each other for a bit, both of them just inspecting the other.

She looked fierce, and mean, and beautiful in the soft light of the bedroom. So so so beautiful. Like she had that first night. But there was more to it now, there were also all the things that couldn't be seen on the surface, that were now floating heavily between them. Like the tingling sensation in his fingers, all except for three of them. And the soft whispers exchanged somewhere in the dead of night.

"Will you come to bed? And sleep?" She tilted her head gently, her eyes almost shining.

Bucky walked towards her, his hands finding her face, his fingers lacing carefully through her hair, making Eloise look up at him.

"Of course" He smiled.

He let her hands wander up his body, tugging at the belt of his pants, and then slowly the buttons. And then she was standing. And he watched her unbutton his shirt. Button by button. Until she could carefully slide it off his shoulders.