Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 15

3 months later and nothing changed. Y/n and Bucky went back and forth waking each other up from nightmares and trying to turn dreams into reality. Everyday it only seemed like their love got stronger. Bucky sat waiting for Y/n to come downstairs for the masquerade party. He put on a black suit with a black button up to match her black dress. He secretly loved matching with her. He wanted everyone to know she was his and little did he know she was thinking the same thing. He heard her walking down the hallway, her heeling clicking. He stood and turned around. She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Aren't you gonna tell me how good I look Sergeant Barnes?" I said innocently. I could tell he was frozen in his spot, his mouth moving up and down like he wanted to say something but couldn't. I loved seeing him like this. I walked toward him slowly.

"I wore this for you after all." I reached for his tie playing with the end. He closed his eyes.

"Doll, you're killing me." He breathed out.

"All for you" I got closer. His hands went to my waste.

"I love when you get dressed up for me." He said his eyes were raking up and down my body. I swear to god my knees went weak.

"But I love it even more when I undress you." His mouth now hovered over my pulse point. This was a game, we both knew it, and at this moment he was winning.

"Maybe you should just check that everything is in its place. I don't want to look bad, you know?" I tried to take back the reigns. He smiled. His hands went to the zipper and slowly down my back.

"Here? All good." His hands made it down to my ass.

"Here? Even better." He squeezed eliciting a gasp from me. He thinks he won but he hasn't.

"Lower." I urged him. His eyes shot to mine but he just smirked. His hands went to my legs and I took one of them in mine. I led it down between my legs and he halted.

"I feel like I'm missing something, maybe you should take a look." At this point I knew I won. His hand caressed the top of my pussy and I knew he was drawn in like a moth to a flame. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. He kissed the side of my knee and my breath caught.

"Warmer." I said my hand in his hair. His lips started to move further up my leg. I massaged his scalp. He was making eye contact with me the entire time, it all felt so erotic.

"Warmer." He started to push my dress past my waist and he put his hand on my lower stomach. I could feel his breath fanning over my bare pussy and I grabbed his hair.

"I said look, don't touch." His eyes rolled back in his head.

"As I said, you're killing me." I smirked.

"Please, doll." He begged. I loved the way my nickname rolled off his tongue. I pretended like I was contemplating it.

"Mmhm. No." I began to walk away.

"What-"

"We are gonna be late, Jame." I smoothed my dress out and went to find the masks he got us for the party. I stopped when I saw the box on the table. It looked expensive. I touched the box and the gold lettering of the brand.

"I wanted us to match, I hope you like it." His breath was so close to my ear. I opened the box and smiled, they were beautiful.

"I love it. Can I put yours on?" I smiled. He leaned on the table so that I could reach his head. I placed the mask on his face and reached my arms around him, tying the expensive ribbon. His eyes never left mine.

"My turn." He said switching our spots. He did the same to me, eyes still never leaving. We looked at each other for a long time. I never wanted to leave this moment.

"Are you coming?" He teased me.

"With you? Anywhere."

The party was at full capacity. Tony always liked the dramatics. It was beautiful though. Nat, Thor, Clint, Sam, Bruce, Tony, and Steve stood close to the bar.

"I'm so happy you made it, you look hot." Nat greeted us.

"Not as hot as you. This red? To die for." I took her arms looking her up and down.

"If I don't find a guy you better be taking me home tonight, Y/n." She joked.

"You know my door is alway open Natasha." I joked back. At this point everyone was staring at us.

"What?" I asked. Tony's mouth was open. Steve just coughed awkwardly.

"Is that invitation universal?" Tony smirked. Everyone laughed. I placed my hand on Bucky's chest.

"I'm afraid not." Everyone got back to their conversation and I felt Bucky lean down to me.

"You joke but know that you belong to me. Every part of you." He said slowly.

"This game we are playing, is there a reward?" He asked.

"What is it that you want?" I let out a shaky breath.

"To leave the door open and let the world know you are mine. I'll fuck you so good that you'll scream my name until nobody questions who you belong to." I would literally let him do anything to me anyways.

"Deal. But no one will ever know because you aren't going to win." I turned to face him.

"And what is it that you want?" He looked deep into my eyes.

"I want to edge you. So many times and I want you to beg me for the release you'll crave. The one only I can give you. I want to ride you until you come and then I won't stop until you come again. I want total control." I touched his tie and made my way to his shoulder. He brought his body flat to mine. I could feel his erection.

"Game on." He smiled.

The party was in full swing and everyone took to the dance floor. Bucky and y/n started to dance next to Nat and Steve. Tony had brought Pepper. It was all so sweet.

I loved when we were like this. I wish we could stay this way forever. Bucky and I were hand in hand and his other rested against my waist. The music slowly changed.

"I'll go get you a drink. Vodka soda or a glass of red?" He said sweetly.

"Surprise me." I hummed. He walked toward the bar and I looked after him. I loved him so much it felt indescribable. My whole world stopped when I saw him. If he loved me even half as much as I loved him I knew I was the most loved girl on this planet. How did I get so lucky?

He wasn't the stars and the moon. You only see those things at night when it's dark, when the only thing in sight is black. He wasn't the sun that shined through the day illuminating our bodies while I watched the sheets cover his perfect skin. He was the creases of my knuckles and the lines on my palms. He was the color of my hair and the soft skin over my pulse. He was the branches of blue veins and the blood that ran in them. He was part of me. Seared into my body that even if I couldn't see it, even if I tore my eyes away, I could never escape him. I would always feel him. Down to the darkest trenches of my soul, he was always with me.

I looked at the ceiling completely lost in my thoughts when I felt someone press their chest into my back. I smiled.

"Back so soon, Bar-" My smile vanished as I turned around.

"Wrong. Guess again." Christian.