𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼 [1]

14. {Come Back With Me}

Your lower back hits the island counter within Bucky's apartment, the cool granite a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your bodies. The journey from the door to the kitchen had been a blur of feverish kisses and hurried footsteps. You barely noticed Bucky kicking the door shut behind you, the sound echoing briefly before being drowned out by your own ragged breaths and the rustling of clothes.

His hands are everywhere, urgently exploring the contours of your body as you fumble with his shirt buttons, your fingers trembling with a mix of desire and anticipation. You manage to push the fabric off his shoulders, revealing the hard lines of his chest, the familiar sight igniting a deeper hunger within you.

Bucky's lips leave yours only to trail a path down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You gasp, arching into him, your hands tangling in his hair as he works his way to your collarbone. His hands find the hem of your dress, and with one swift motion, he pulls it over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Your fingers trail down his torso, savouring the feel of his muscles beneath your touch. You make quick work of his belt, the metallic clink barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. His own hands are not idle, deftly unfastening your lingerie and slipping each strap off your shoulders leaving you in just your underwear.

The intensity of his gaze as he looks at you sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes are dark with desire, but there's something else there too—something raw and unguarded. It's as if, in this moment, all the walls between you have finally crumbled.

Bucky's hands cup your face, bringing your lips back to his in a searing kiss. You respond with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his now bare back, pulling him closer. The feel of his skin against yours is electric, every touch sparking a fire that consumes you both.

As the kiss deepens, you push yourself up onto the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. Bucky groans, his hands gripping your hips as he presses against you, the need in his touch mirroring your own. The world outside ceases to exist; all that matters is the two of you and this moment of unbridled passion.

How you both ended up here was an interesting turn of events. Neither of you was accustomed to such a moment of passion without a heated battle of wills or a game of verbal tennis preceding it. The rest of the night at Steve's birthday celebration was spent keeping your interactions to a minimum after that kiss in the corridor. It was only when you decided to call it a night—saying your goodbyes to the team, offering hugs, exchanging numbers with friends you hadn't seen in a while, and wishing Steve one last happy birthday—that your eyes met Bucky's across the room. He was engaged in a brief conversation with some other guests, but the moment he noticed you preparing to leave, his curiosity was piqued.

You decided to slip away without a word to him. He waited a moment or two before following you out, finding you outside, waiting for a cab. His presence was almost immediate, the sound of the party fading into the background as he approached. The cool night air did little to quell the heat between you, a smouldering desire that had been simmering since the moment your lips met in that hallway. He didn't say a word as he walked up to you, his eyes locking onto yours with a burning intensity that made your heart race.

"You're leaving without saying goodbye?" His voice was low, a hint of amusement lacing his words as he approached.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the fire still burning between you. "Didn't think it was necessary," you replied, though the slight tremor in your voice betrayed your true feelings.

Bucky stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I think it is."

The cab pulled up to the curb, but neither of you moved. The driver honked impatiently, breaking the spell momentarily. You glanced at the cab, then back at Bucky, a silent question in his eyes.