It was all so rushed and heated and passionate and fucking awesome, the way she took what she wanted from you in that moment, and you were soon gripping at her waist, never wanting her to leave. You wanted her closer and closer, the way her mouth fit against yours, her soft lips pressed into yours and then she deepened it, and your mind went a bit fuzzy. She took and took, and you gave it all right back because you never wanted it to stop.
Her hand slid down the swell of your ass, squeezing a handful in her palm, and you whimpered into her mouth without meaning to, feeling hot and a little lightheaded as she took control.
You could feel her smirk as she moved to kiss down your neck, both of you breaking away for air, and then she slotted her leg between yours and you shivered, using all the self-control you had left not to shamelessly grind down on her thigh before she whispered hotly against your skin, "What do you want, sweetheart?"
Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as your hands moved to her back, her shirt already loose and dragging up a bit with how you handled her. Her muscles moved beneath your touch and both of you were panting into the now too hot room, knowing this was just the start.
Right. Words. She wanted words.
She was sucking your neck like a freaking vampire, surely to leave a bruise, and you were trying to remember how to speak before she was muttering, pressing kisses over her tender mark and feeling a swell of pride from it between every few words she spoke, "You can have it. Anything you want."
"Stark! You gotta couple visitors out here, hope you're decent!"
And the dream was ripped away from you just like that – the heat of her pressed against you lost in an instant and you resisted crying out as she adjusted herself with haste, tucking in her shirt and flattening her hair a bit as she cleared her throat. She didn't look at you as you practically mirrored her, but less so since you had just gotten off stage and looking like a flushed, sweaty mess was probably reasonable. The hickey could probably be explained away with a story of going out last night since nobody's been up close to you much since.
The door swung open, and Bucky stood there with Johnny and Rory.
Your eyes were still a bit glassy, and you were definitely still turned on, but that could surely be fixed in a moment when your agent started speaking.
"This is about the Oscars and that stunt you pulled with the cooking video."
"Yeah?" You mused, only halfheartedly listening or caring because he could tell you that the tour is cancelled and you'll never work again in any entertainment field and you'd probably be fine with it – your head wasn't exactly on straight (gay) right now, "What about it?"
Bucky's narrowed eyes were flicking between you and Natasha, but you couldn't bother to care all that much if it was obvious, "You alright boss? Seem a bit dazed."
"Adrenaline's probably wearing off." You barely registered Natasha telling him for you when you most likely took too long to respond, but you knew it only fueled his suspicions.
"You no longer have to find a date," Rory told you and it seemed like everyone was speaking for each other since you expected an answer to come from Johnny, "We've put you at Harry Styles' table, so you'll be sitting with him, a couple people from his team, and a couple from yours."
"Ah, yes," You couldn't help but to be bitterly sarcastic and you knew it was because this was another thing you didn't get to decide – not like you were close with finding a date, but still, "Put the two people controlled by their management together like a little playdate."
Bucky snorted a laugh and Johnny shot him a look.
"I'm friends with his photographer," Rory explained, and it felt very puppet to Johnny's puppeteer role as he recited his little script, "And it turns out you both have a lot in common, so I thought it'd be a good idea."
"Being closeted?" You guessed without thinking, your tone full of bite and Johnny's jaw clenched.
"Both single, massively famous pop stars," Your agent listed off through gritted teeth, "And this was the safest choice for both of you."
"So, that's a yes," You shot back, and he sighed, giving up, but then you mimicked the sigh, "What happened with the video? What was the um..." You trailed off, trying not to melt as you flashed back to minutes before, "Stunt...or whatever?"
"The agreement was – I think we should clear the room for this first."
You shrugged, "They can stay if they want."
Rory bowed out and you sent him a wave, silently letting him know there were no hard feelings – listening to Johnny blow his top was nothing like when Steve blows his. Anygays.
The door clicked shut, "We agreed you'd match the donations."
"And I did," You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling out your phone from your bag nearby to check your bank account, "Didn't they get it all?"
"We never said anything about you donating a dollar for every view."
"Oh, right, yeah," You nodded, locking your phone again once you saw the money had gone to their account safely, "I added that – you see, it's like, I wasn't sure if we were going to get five dollars or five thousand dollars donated, so I wanted to be sure the project still got a good amount because...well, they could use it."
"There was over half of a million donated!" He shouted and you saw both Natasha and Bucky step forward with the raise of his voice, "You're a moron if you truly don't think you'd bring in that type of money for making some basic dish!"
"Watch what comes out of your fucking mouth next, asshole." Natasha hissed and Bucky looked nearly as angry.
"I don't get it," You shrugged, diffusing the potential bomb as they glared at each other, "What's wrong with adding a million to that and giving it to a good cause? My house in Italy didn't even cost me that."
"You have a house in Italy?" Bucky blurted before Johnny could respond and you looked over to them with a smile.
"Yeah, you guys are welcome there whenever you want – not gonna lie, the view is killer."
"There's also the matter of the livestream views." Johnny muttered and you looked back to him with a sigh.
"Yeah, but after transferring the funds, did I even really notice a difference in my accounts? No, I didn't. It's not coming out of your paycheck, Johnny! Why does it matter so much?"
"There were nearly three million views and who do you think con-" He cut himself off when his eyes flicked over to one of them for only a second, clearing his throat and neatening out his clothes as he collected himself, "It's fine. It's fine. Just...a warning next time would be nice. So that me, you, and your account can discuss this further. It's a lot of money and people talk. Just...don't pull this again, okay?"
Before you could respond, he was out the door, and you were left feeling. Honestly, gross. Because you hadn't showered yet.
"Well," You raised your eyebrows, at a loss for what just happened, and as you turned around towards the bathroom, you shared a quick look with Natasha same time as you said, "Should probably take a shower now."
"Yeah, right," Bucky nodded dutifully and Natasha hesitation for a long moment, eyes on yours, when he continued, "We'll be right outside if you need us."
"Right," You nodded back, watching Natasha subtly as he practically guided her out, "See you soon then, I guess."
Wow.
