THE LEFTOVERS

33. Family Home

"I'm sorry, your mother is very entertaining," James pulled your attention as he opened the door.

Your eyes were staring out the window, looking down at your neighborhoods as you turned around at the sound of his voice. You laughed low and nodded. That sounded about right. She tended to take that space in the family. Somehow your brother had been able to escape her harsh grip. Your brother also did what your mother said, he was studying to become a doctor, so he definitely got the good side of your mother.

James walked in when he noticed that you were in your own trance, quietly closing the door. He climbed on to the bed. He took your hand, before he lifted you up in a fireman hold, causing the two of you to laugh.

"However, I find you way more entertaining," He said laughing as your lips met.

You wrapped your hands around his neck as he sat down properly in bed. You were adorable. It was no other woman that could make him feel the way you did. He smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes were shining. He had forgotten how dark they had been just a day ago, now they were sparkling and that was all that matters to Bucky. He let his thumb brush over your cheek.

"Now tell me why you have told your mother you hate me so much," Bucky said laughing.

Oh god, your cheeks turned just as red as a pair of tomatoes.

"It was before we... You know," You said tilting your head.

Bucky just laughed.

"No, I don't know," He tilted his head as he looked down at your beautiful face.

Of course, Bucky had his theories for why you might have said that you hated him in the beginning. To be fair, he didn't make it easy for you either. He pushed you around. Asked questions. Most of all, he never let you be silent, which you had grown so comfortable being. Though he acted silly, it was for reasons he can now finally disclose. He had a slight crush on you since the moment you met.

"Most of all because you were my moms favorite, I still think she would pick you over me, her son and probably even my dad," You said, causing the two of you to laugh.

You turned around, so you sat properly on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"But most of all, I hated you because you were annoyingly kind...always so nice.. To absolutely everyone... and so confident, like it was so irritating," You whispered as your lips fell into Bucky's.

He heard you as you kissed him in between every little backside compliment. He adored how you ever so slightly let yourself bite into his underlip, teasing him. You looked up at him with your deer eyes, that would make any man go feral. He sensed that you were not done yet.

"It was so irritating, it worked..." You whispered.

Bucky couldn't help but smirk.

"Mmm, I'm glad it did," he whispered as he stole another kiss from you.

His hands was tightly wrapped around you as he let his real hand sneak up under your tight t-shirt, lusting for your bare skin. He gently began cupping your breasts in his hand as he couldn't stop himself from softly beginning to massage them. It was safe to say that Bucky always struggled to keep his hands to himself around you, but right now it was even harder. It had been over a week since he had felt your touch, and he carved it even more now than before. You suddenly stopped kissing him as you pulled his hand out of your shirt.

"C'mon, not here," You said, looking at him.

Bucky looked at you confused, did you just dismiss him? The door was locked, and yes this bed was a bit smaller than the ones at yours, but the two of you had proven multiple times that you don't even need a bed. Bucky would be very, very, very okay with trying it out on your desk. The desk seemed to be in perfect height for... certain positions.

"James, this is my family home," You said, wrinkling your eyebrows.

Bucky needed to distance himself from you. He had already started to feel things twitch between his leg. Fuck, he loved that you called him James. It sounded so good, coming from your lips. He stared up at the roof. Why did you have to become so prude all of the sudden? You were a grown adult, and your parents defiantly knew you had intercourse from time to time, nothing could be more normal than this...it wasn't like you hadn't taken risks in front of them before. Bucky had fond memories of the two of you at the cinema, you hiding under the blanket.

"Okay, so we'll wait until your family is gone," Bucky suggested.

You laughed low, but Bucky didn't see the humor in what he had just said. You sat up and leaned up against the wall instead of Bucky.

"James, we are not having sex in this house," You said, suddenly very clear and direct in your language.

"What?" Bucky gulped, his eyes grew as he looked up at you. It wasn't that he was desperate, but he didn't see the fun in not being... physical.

"Yeah, this is what you get for tricking yourself to stay at my family's place a whole week, no sex," You said crossing your hands.

Okay, enough is enough. One thing is you do not want to risk your parents hearing you. Bucky could respect it, but now it just felt like you were punishing him. Punishing him for wanting to stay here. Bucky rolled his eyes. You were being childish. Yes, your mother wasn't particularly charming towards you, but this was a nice home. More than anything, Bucky wanted alone time with you out of the city. It was easier here.

"C'mon, I get that you don't wan-" Bucky began as he watched you stand up and step out of the bed, walking towards your desk. You turned around, with a big grin on your face, clearly happy to finally be able to irritate Bucky back.

"I'm sorry, but if you wanted all of thiiiiis," You said, dragging the last word, dramatically with sass as you moved your hands up and down your beautiful curvy back.

"You shouldn't have behaved like an asshole," You said, with a big smile as you sat down on the chair with your back towards him, fully ignoring him.

Bucky leaned his head on your pillow as he swallowed. What a monster he had created.