Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Sixxx

You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling, but your wild, dark eyes stayed on her, studying her every move. In all honesty, you were slightly afraid, but you trusted her, and this was so exciting.

"Hey, Y/n, it's been almost an hour and – holy shit!"

Bucky knocked lightly, but the second he opened the door, he widened his eyes at the sight.

"Oh, don't act like you've never been in this situation, Barnes," You called out with a laugh, your voice a bit wrecked, and he raised his eyebrows, taking in how you were handcuffed to the headboard, nothing but a sheet over you, but you pulled on the restraints when he didn't move, "Yeah, you should probably leave."

"Where is – oh my god," He rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance when there was a knife to his throat, a hand pushing against his chest to back him out of the room, "Seriously, Romanoff?"

"Get the fuck out, James." She growled lowly, still completely clothed, and you smirked.

"I have news for you two kinky shits," He was telling her, and you could just make out their voices from the hall, but you could see them still a little bit, "If you two weren't so busy shacking it up – thank god for soundproof walls, although..." He trailed off with a teasing smirk, but then cleared his throat when she pressed the knife even further, and you awkwardly squeezed your thighs together, surprising yourself with how you kind of wished that was you in his place, "Point is, Tony and Happy came up with a plan to clear her name and we're calling Fury to see what he thinks about it."

"We'll be down in five minutes." She quickly told him, releasing her hold, and you whined pathetically, disappointed.

She came back into the room as he headed down and shut the door behind her, but you wanted to cry when she started uncuffing you.

"Dammit." You grumbled, rubbing your wrists, and she kissed them.

"Are you okay?" She whispered softly, despite being a straight up evil little minx moments earlier.

"Blue balls," You told her, getting up to get dressed, and she stayed on the bed, openly watching you as you spoke, "Forever with the blue balls."

"It's important we get you out of this mess," She tried, but you just rolled your eyes, making her smile, "You were only following orders and from experience, I can tell you that isn't always black and white."

"You're making it sound like I'm a – no, no, it was black and white with those German bastards, so never mind," You thought out loud, "But all I did was stop people from dying," You reasoned, and she gave you a look, "I know, I know, they were the bad guys, excuse me for thinking a life was a life, okay? I was not pointed in the right direction."

"I know you're nervous." She stood up after you finished, running her hands up and down your arms, "It's why I thought all this," She nodded towards the bed, "Would've helped you relax."

"And now I'm just a worked-up hot mess." You mumbled in frustration and she kissed the little pout off your lips.

"I know baby, I'm sorry."

"Plus, now they know." You sighed, shaking your head, and looking down at the floor between you two, but then she was closing the space with a small step forward, guiding your chin up with a finger so you'd look at her.

"Know what?"

"That I like being tied up," You smirked, and her eyes darkened just at the thought, not to mention your confidence when you added, "Knives next time – definitely gotta whip those out more often."

"Jesus, baby, you're too much." She groaned, smashing her lips against yours right after like she couldn't wait another second.

"But let's go save my fine ass first, okay?"