Beyond Saving Bucky

I'll lock him in his room if I have to

Steve's POV:

I wake up slowly, the morning light filtering through the curtains, painting golden streaks across Olivia's peaceful face. I watch her for a moment, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes in the quiet of the morning. Gently, I reach out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

As I look at her, memories of the night before come rushing back, a tidal wave of regret crashing over me. I shift uncomfortably, my stomach twisting into knots. "Oh no... oh god..." I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "Why did I do that?"

I close my eyes briefly, trying to make sense of my actions, but the answers elude me. Flashes of the previous night play like a movie in my mind, each scene more bewildering than the last.

"Knees....now princess..."

"Oh god...." I shake my head in disbelief, trying to shake off the weight of my own confusion.

"Such a good fucking girl..."

"Oh no......"

Slowly, I extricate myself from the bed, careful not to disturb Olivia's slumber. I stand by the window, the sunlight warm against my skin, but the warmth does little to ease the chill that has settled in my mind.

Olivia's POV:

As I begin to stir from my slumber, I feel the warmth of the morning seeping through the room, coaxing me back to consciousness. Blinking sleepily, I slowly open my eyes, my gaze landing on Steve standing by the window, lost in thought.

"Good morning, Stevie," I coo, my voice soft and affectionate. Steve turns to look at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as a blush creeps onto his cheeks.

"Good morning," he replies, his eyes momentarily dropping from my gaze.

"What's the matter, cap? Don't get all shy on me now... not after last night," I tease, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

"I... don't know where that came from," Steve admits, a small chuckle escaping him as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Oh, I'm not mad at primal Steve... primal Steve is sexy..." I quip, my eyes sparkling with amusement.

Steve can't help but feel the heat rising to his cheeks, his embarrassment evident as he blushes furiously. He lets out a nervous laugh, his gaze flickering away for a moment before meeting mine again. "Oh god, Bucky is gonna kill me," he whispers, a hint of worry in his voice.

My laughter continues to bubble up, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Probably..." I reply with a playful smirk.

"Gee, thanks," Steve chuckles, his smile widening as he meets my gaze.

"Stevie..." my voice drops low, a hint of seduction lacing my words. Steve's attention is immediately captured, his eyes locking onto mine. "Olivia?" he responds, mirroring my tone, his heart pounding in his chest.

"...before he kills you, can you bring your fine ass back here and do that again 'cause..." my voice trails off, a teasing glint in my eyes. Steve can't help but burst into laughter. "LIV!" he protests, his cheeks flushing once more.

"What? It was just... mmm...chefs kiss..." I reply.

Unable to resist my allure, Steve walks back towards the bed, a smile playing on his lips. He reaches out and grabs my ankles under the blanket, pulling me towards him. "Come here," he says in a throaty voice, his desire evident.

"Wooo yes!" I scream as he covers my body with his as he crashes his lips into mine .

Bucky's POV:

I was roused from my sleep by a feather-light tickle on my nose, a sensation so gentle it's almost imperceptible. A smile spreads across my face as I recognize the familiar scent that accompanies the delicate touch.