THE LEFTOVERS

3. Car Ride

"So how long have you been single for?" James suddenly asked, destroying the beautiful sound of silence.

You looked over at him with annoyance, he glimpsed a smile over to you while looking at the road ahead. You looked out the window.

"Half a year," You mumbled.

"That explains why you're so tense," he said easily.

You turned your head in his direction, furious about his ridiculous conclusion. How can he, a stranger even dare to say something so stupid to you? You looked back out the window, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of your attention. He might be special with his little metal arm and old age, but deep down he was just like any other horny man walking the planet earth.

"I am not tense," you said, trying to soften up your voice as much as you could.

"Do you miss it? Being intimate?" He knew exactly how you would react, angry and entertaining.

"I don't know if this is the kind of conversation I want to have with the world's oldest virgin," You slandered him back. Your reply to his question got James laughing.

"You got me confused with my friend Steve Rogers," He corrected you.

"I like being intimate," He said, his voice easy on the note as he looked over at you.

You were beautiful. The colour of your hair made the moon light shine through the window. Your eyes always so expressive and your lips so plump. Your body was a work of art, it was no wonder why this ex of yours would try to cling to you. God knows Bucky would do the same. You were wearing a skirt, something Bucky had noticed you did a lot. You must have known what effect that would cause on a man like himself.

"Good for you," you mumbled under your breath.

Of course, everyone liked intimacy, but you were not about to talk to James of all people about it. First, it was an embarrassing topic. Second, he had nothing to do about it. Third, you had friends you could talk to about these things. You stared out the window as you knew it was red light, which meant that the likelihood of James looking at you were there.

"You don't like it?" Bucky asked,

You were silent.

"You don't like being touched?" He asked, as he so innocently laid his hand on your upper thigh.

You could not avoid him anymore, you looked down at the hand he had placed on your thigh, half of the fingers hiding underneath your skirt. You felt like the air had been taken out of the room, and it got harder to breath. His hand was warm against your cold bare skin. You know you probably should've slapped his hand away, but for some reason you let it stay. Perhaps it was the anticipation making you insane.

"I think you do like it," James's voice was horse as he let his hand move further up your skirt.

You were craving to be touched. Your skin was smooth, like he was the first one to touch you. He looked up from your thighs to your angelic face. Your eyes had grown bigger, your lips were trembling. Ah, you were not prepared for what he could do to you. He smirked as he pressured his fingers into your skin before letting go. He pointed out the window.

"I believe this is your place?" He stopped the car, finally being able to take in the full sight of you.

Your cheeks were burning red, which you unsuccessfully tried to cover with your hair. It was funny, wasn't it? How you were able to live in such denial of your own lust. It fascinated him. He had already noticed how you had pulled the skirt further down to its original placement, hiding the traces of his touch. James leaned over you to open the door for you. For him, it was just another excuse to be close to you.

"I'll take the metro tomorrow," you whispered as you almost ran out the car.

James laughed low as he leaned back in his seat. He didn't take a word from your beautiful lips serious. You didn't know what you wanted... yet.