One Night In Brooklyn | Bucky Barnes 1940's

Sunday - 10.13 AM

"Can we at least have some coffee first?" Bucky sighed. He tiredly rested his head against her shoulder, his hands stroking her thighs, moving slowly up towards her hips as he pressed his weight against her to try to push her back down in the bed.

"No. We do this first. Then you can have a gallon of coffee if you want." Eloise chuckled, pressing her palm against the back of his neck before she moved her hand to his chest and pushed him away from her.

He sat up straight, facing her with his sleepy eyes trailing over her features. She looked even more stunning in the morning. Her lips were slightly puffy, and her eyes were bright. The contrast between her raven hair and the forest green of her eyes was more noticeable than ever.  

"You really are the prettiest girl I have ever seen" He smiled, grabbing her wrists and trying to pull her closer so he could kiss her.

"Ah-ah-ah! I know what you're trying to do. You can't charm your way out of this" She smiled, placing a quick peck to the tip of his nose.

"I can charm my way out of anything" Bucky smirked at her. He placed a soft kiss against her jaw, and then another one on the side of her throat, slowly making his way down.

Eloise wrapped her fingers beneath his jaw, stopping him from going too far, knowing what he was doing would work if she didn't stay focused on the task at hand.

"Sit back" She whispered, her eyes narrowed as they drilled into the startling blue.

"Yes, Ma'm" Bucky teased and took a deep breath pulling his shoulder back. Eloise opened the bottle of cream that she had placed neatly in the space between them. It had taken Bucky some time to admit, but she had threatened to hook the phone back in and call Peggy, who she was sure, would have no problem letting her speak to Steve, who would surely be more than happy to give her the number to the Barnes Residence, so that she could ask for herself.

Bucky had rolled his eyes when she had made the threat.

"What are you, eight?" He had hissed.

"No, are you?" Eloise had argued back.

Finally he had come clean.

Two massages a day. four minutes each. lubricated. gentle.

Those were the rules.

Eloise rubbed the cream between her palms to warm it up.

Bucky looked on nervously, tightening his left hand into a fist and then stretching his fingers out over and over again. The tremor had gotten much better since last night.

"Ready?" She looked up at him curiously, and got a quick nod in response.

She carefully placed her hands against the scar, and ran her palms over the area. The cream slipped on smoothly, and she could feel the raised scar beneath her hands as she moved across his skin. Bucky jumped slightly, but his face didn't harden this time like it had before, and he was breathing calmly.

"Tell me if it's uncomfortable" She whispered, her fingers began to slowly press against the tendons in his shoulder.

Bucky laughed.

"This entire ordeal is extremely uncomfortable, I assure you" He sighed.

"I'm sorry" Eloise responded calmly, her hands moving up toward his trapezius.

"It's not your fault." Bucky smiled, placing his hand on her thigh. His thumb carefully stroked the soft skin. He wanted so badly to feel her legs wrapped around his waist. His mind began to wander, and before he knew it he was sliding his hand further up beneath her nightgown. The silk that brushed against his knuckles was just as soft as the skin beneath his palm, and it sent a tingle into his fingers. The urge to push her down beneath the covers and press his body onto hers was so strong that he was beginning to feel slightly irritated at the thought of how he was unable to do exactly that. In that moment, Eloise's fingers slid over something in his shoulder that caused a stab of pain. The memories flooded his thoughts so quickly he wasn't even able to stop himself from jolting away from her, his hand gripped her wrist tightly as his muscles tensed.

He could hear the tearing of his skin. Feel the ripping of nerves. Smell the smoke coming from the train. 

"Bucky" Eloise whispered, and he remembered he was back in bed.

Eloise. Eloise. Eloise.

"I-" He swallowed. "I'm sorry. It's fine. I'm fine. Keep going. Please" He let go of her wrist and gently placed her hand back on his chest.

"Are you sure?" Eloise asked carefully.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." He nodded.

Eloise pressed her hands against him again, and he tried to focus.

Eloise. Nightgown. Silk. Sheets. White. Lavender. Lavender? It was Lavender, right?

"It smells like you" He whispered.

"Hmm?" Eloise looked up at him.

"The cream. It smells just like you" He repeated.

"Oh...well, it's what I use" She shrugged, smiling at him with bright eyes.

"Can I tell you something?" He swallowed, a slight flash of nervousness on his face.

Eloise nodded, her eyes flickering up to his.

"I kept your letters under my pillow on the top bunk in the barracks. And they would smell just like that. Just like you. I kept telling myself I would ask you when I got home. It's lavender and something, right? I just could never figure out what the other thing was" He smiled that boyish smile, it carried a hint of embarrassment.

Eloise suddenly remembered vividly how she would rub this exact cream on her hands before grabbing a paper to write him a letter.

"It's not lavender" She smiled, her fingers moving down his arm. "It's Lilac" She cleared her throat.

"Lilac?" Bucky tilted his head slightly.

"mhmm" Eloise nodded, her eyes focused on her working hands.

"Well...I like it. It makes me think of you. And I like thinking of you." He whispered, noticing her blushing. It stirred something inside of him, knowing she still found it in herself to feel flustered when he said something sweet.

"All done" She smiled, closing the lid to the cream and rubbing her hands together.