The Winter's Witch || Bucky x Reader

Chapter 10

Note before reading:

I have never, in my entire life, spent this much time on rewriting a smutty scene. I think everyone's been waiting for something to snap. Well here it is. 

If people have certain- persuasions and ideas that might need to be incorporated in any future smutty endeavours, let me know. Those chapters are still being edited.... [insert suggestive wink].

Love, 

Nina

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You stood before the mirror, looking at the way the floor-length white dress fit snugly against your body. You traced your fingers over the fabric, feeling the fragile threads and thinking how easily they could tear without the protective enchantment you'd soon cast. The dress felt like a spell in itself, delicate yet powerful, waiting to come alive under the light of the super blue moon.

A breath escaped you as you imagined it- a rare super blue moon- so much more than an astronomical event- was a beacon, a calling. You, Cordelia, and Agnes would be fully initiated at last. The thought of it made your heart race. It wasn't just the knowledge of the coven's ancient spells that excited you, but the idea of a deeper connection- of feeling their blood mingling with yours, their hearts beating in unison no matter the distance. You would be bound to your coven sisters in a way that was beyond human understanding.

You allowed your fingers to trace the thin fabric that barely covered your chest. Auntie Bell had had her own initiation dress taken in for you; promising it would look 'sinfully marvellous'. And goddess be, it did. The skirt had two slits on the side which would allow you to dance without tripping. You felt positive that the bottom half of the dress had six times as much fabric as the top because the top had a deep slit, the lace scantily wrapped around your chest to eventually end in two dramatic sleeves, leaving your shoulders entirely bare.

You were about to snap a polaroid shot for Cordelia and Agnes, but before you could do so, there was a sharp knock at the door. You cursed softly under your breath, snapping back to the present. It had to be Bucky- he was supposed to pick up those tires. Hastily, you grabbed your robe and pulled it over your upper body. You barely tied it around yourself before stumbling down the stairs, your heart racing as you wrenched the door open.

Bucky stood in the doorway, his eyes already drawn to Bee, the cat lounging lazily by his feet. But when he saw you, his gaze travelled slowly down, lingering on the edge of your robe, he could still see the bottom half of your dress. His eyebrows lifted, amusement lighting his face as that slowly and inevitable smirk spread across his lips.

"Is that a wedding dress?" he asked, his gaze stayed fixed on you, taking in every inch of the lace that clung to your legs through the thin fabric.

Heat flushed your cheeks as you crossed your arms over your chest. "What? No, of course not!" you stammered, barely able to hold his gaze. "Give me a second. I need to change. You can wait by my car, okay?" Your voice was breathless, and you were still a little embarrassed, but also curious with the way his eyes couldn't seem to leave you.

He chuckled softly, nodding. "Yeah, sure." His boots scuffing against the porch as he turned to leave, but not without one last glance back, his eyes full of something you couldn't quite name. It made your heart flutter like it had done when he had kissed you.

Back in your room, you quickly swapped the dress for something more practical—a white shirt and your trusty corduroy dungaree dress. But when you hurried back outside, you found the spot by your car empty. Bucky wasn't where he was supposed to be. You could see a squad car he had likely borrowed from a fellow officer at the end of the drive. Your eyes darted toward the greenhouse—its door was wide open.