THE LEFTOVERS

40. Opportunities

"I find it hard, looking at you, without seeing all the ways we could pleasure each other," Bucky whispered into the depth of your eyes.

Your mouth dropped by his words. It was something so very poetic about the way he spoke. Like you had read them in one of your books, and he read it out loud for you, but it wasn't. It was his own words, that made you melt even more. You tried to sit up, act normal, but you couldn't hide that you were in awe.

"What do you mean?" You softly spoke.

James sat up, leaning the side of his head on the sofa as he looked directly at you. A little smirk appeared on his lips. You felt like he was hiding something behind that glorious smile of his. You wanted to know what. You needed to know. He looked out in the room, as he pointed at the washing machine. Your eyes followed his grace.

"When you were so innocently putting your clothes in the washing machine, I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if you sat at the top of it... with your legs spread out, waiting for me." James whispered, looking into your eyes, not letting go, even when you felt like you had to hisk for air.

"How the vibration from the machine... would feel," He whispered, with a smile.

You were sure that the temperature in the room had gotten higher. You knew more than words could be impactful, but until this moment you had never known how impactful. You crossed your legs, trying to gather yourself. How did his mind corrupt yours so rudely, yet only in form of words. No physical touch were required to make you feel this way. You noticed how James suddenly pointed towards the tv.

"Then you came over here, thinking I was just bored, when in my head my fantasies of you were running wild, as you leaned down, with your perfect bum in front of me. Finally making my fantasy real," He whispered, placing a hand over his mouth as he rubbed his chin gently, in the thought of you.

"In my mind I couldn't stop thinking about all the... opportunities we have on this couch. Like how you could be leaning up against the arm chair, as I come from behind. Our hands rubbing each other as we watch our favorite shows, till we can't no more. You laying down as I hover over you. I would go deeper, than ever before... Or you at the top of me, as I watch your breasts move in the rhythm of your hips when you go down...It's just so many chances..." His voice sounded soar, as he slowly spoke, making sure he took his time as he looked at you.

You couldn't look at him anymore. You closed your eyes. It felt even worse. Everything suddenly appeared in front of you. Visualizing every description, every position as he spoke. You opened your eyes. He was still here, still speaking. You took a deep breath, thankful when he was done. You immediately grabbed the chips and dipped it in the dip, trying to collect yourself and concentrate on something else. It caused James to laugh.

This, was just another fantasy of his. Bucky watched as your whole body changed. Your demeanor were different. You seemed clustered. Anxious. Your shoulders were high. Bucky knew a couple of ways to work out those challenges. You grabbed the chips like it was a life robe, but truly... You were just making it worse for the both of you. Bucky tilted his head, smirking. Your lips enjoying your food, like it was your last one.

"The dip, falling slowly from your lips... It reminded me of earlier. How beautiful you looked on your knees in your parents kitchen." He said, your eyes popped by his words, and you immediately stopped eating. You could hear his laugh.

"I think we need to take it slower, a break from talking, it's very healthy to do silent camps actuall-" You were talking nonsense trying to adjust your body back to your normal state.

He lifted his head back up laughing low.

"We could, but..." He began looking away into the air.

You looked desperately at him.

"But, what?" You asked.

"We never know what will happen between us... How long we last... when I'll go... when you'll work... Imagine if we didn't have time to do everything we wanted, because we wanted to 'take it slow'" James said, pointing out the lasts words.

Fuck, he was right, wasn't he?