𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼 [2]

20. {You're Mine}

Every time Bucky found himself in a situation like this with Y/N, he always thought nothing could top it, yet each time, the next moment surpassed the last. But now, as he stood with her under the waterfall shower, fully clothed, his lips pressing urgently and deliberately against hers, smudging her makeup, his hands cradling her face, fingers entwined in the wet strands of her hair, and the warm water enveloping them both, he was convinced that nothing could surpass this moment.

That word reverberated in his mind again as he stepped deeper into the walk-in shower, urging her to press her back against the stone wall with the water now completely enveloping them. The term goddess persisted in his thoughts. As the warm water saturated her dress, causing it to cling heavily to her flawless body and the fabric to become sheer, Bucky could detect the perfect contours of her breasts and curves. Her hair slicked back under the cascading water, his fingers continuing their tangling movements. Her lipstick smeared across her swollen lips thanks to his own, her eye makeup subtly darkening as the water washed over their faces. All Bucky could contemplate was how his work partner didn't just appear like a goddess in that moment—she unequivocally embodied one.

This fucking insufferable woman he wouldn't hesitate to confess he despised. This exasperating goddess whom Bucky also wouldn't hesitate to worship. He would willingly kneel before her in this moment. With that notion consuming his mind, he groaned against her lips as he felt her hands fumble for the buttons of his shirt, the fabric clinging to his own body.

Y/N's hands grew clumsy as she reached the last of the buttons, pulling his shirt free from his trousers, desperate to shed the clinging fabric. He aided her by adjusting his shoulders, his hand sliding down her body to grasp the hem of her bodice. The damp fabric creased in his grip as his other hand moved to the nape back of her head, mimicking the first by clutching a handful of her hair to tilt her head back ever so slightly, allowing him better access to her neck. His lips descended lower, drawing a gasp from her.

As she leaned into his body, his lips leaving kisses on her wet, shimmering skin, his teeth lightly grazing and nipping in response to his growing intensity, his hand in her hair moved to her side. It sought the zipper, poised to free her from this dress he cherished. But Bucky understood that his affection for her transcended mere attire—he desired her, regardless of what she wore. And in that moment, he wanted her wearing nothing at all.

Her hands deftly found his belt, tugging him closer as she eagerly worked to unclasp it from his waist. Her urgency spurred him on as he swiftly located the zipper, pulling it down. Moving with the same haste as she did, his hands then seized the straps of her dress, pulling them down. Bucky chuckled softly against her lips, his breath mingling with hers, as he followed her lead in discarding his belt. Without breaking their kiss, he assisted in removing it, casually tossing the leather it in the direction his shirt had gone. Then, his hands resumed exploring her body.

Y/N moaned softly into his lips his hands rediscovered her body, while her own hands moved to the top of her dress, eager to shed its weighty fabric. Sensing her desire, Bucky withdrew slightly, his eyes smouldering with longing, hunger evident, as he watched her intently. With a deliberate and tantalizing movement, she peeled the gown away from her body, sliding it down past her breasts, then her waist, and finally her thighs. Gravity took over the rest, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her completely exposed before him, without anything underneath. Standing there, drenched from the shower above, she delicately stepped out of the dress, which now lay soaked on the floor, absorbing the relentless cascade of water.

Bucky could only behold her in that moment, savouring and revering the sight before him—a vision he swore never to forget. He moistened his lower lip before a devilish smirk played on his lips, an approving growl rumbling deep in his throat. Without hesitation, he closed the gap between them once more, his lips seeking any exposed part of her moistened skin, consuming her with unabashed passion.