The World Keeps Changing

Chapter 33

We got out of the shower and I looked at the towels and two cups of coffee that had appeared on the counter. I don't know when Steve dropped them off, but it was unlikely he missed all the action. And that supersoldier hearing meant he absolutely knew what was happening before he came in, not that enhanced hearing was required to know I was getting wrecked a few minutes ago... I looked at Bucky, handing him a towel with a perturbed look.

"What?" He asked warily.

"You ass. You knew."

"Wait... You didn't?" He looked genuinely surprised.

I frowned at him and pointed at my ear. "Not supersoldier hearing. Also, I was a little distracted, in case you missed it."

He just gave me that smug, lop-sided grin of his, the little shit.

I pursed my lips in frustration, shaking my head as I dried off. I watched his eyes glaze over while I dried around and under my breasts. "Eyes up here, soldier. Serious question coming."

He blinked, coming back to the conversation. "What?"

I frowned. "How long. Did Steven goddamn Rogers. Watch. Us. Fuck. Without my knowledge."

"Umm... How are we counting?"

I cocked my head with as much exasperation as I could manage. Which was a lot. "You know what?" I sighed and groaned and chuckled in frustration, if you can imagine that sound. "Fine. My orgasms. Let's go with that."

He thought for a half second, a bemused smirk on his face. "One and a half?"

"How can you be there for half an orgasm? They don't last that long."

"When that's where you walk in?"

"First and second or second and third?"

He was getting more cagey under interrogation. "Fiiiirst?" He finished drying his hair, peeking out from under the towel with one cagey gray eye and it almost made me laugh. "How much trouble am I in?"

I sighed in exasperation. "I'm not mad at you for not stopping if you really thought I knew what was happening, but I wish I'd known. Feels like a missed opportunity."

He gave me a look I could not read. "Really?"

I gave him a very flat look as I hung up my towel. "I've shared a bed with you both, and talked to you both about sex, even a threesome. You really think I'm not open to the idea? I told him as much last night. I just would like to be involved instead of a prop."

"You were absolutely not a prop. I thought you knew."

"Hell, if I knew I would have invited him in! I kinda thought I had when he was staring at me, but I forget how prudish Steve is."

"Last night made you forget that? What'd I miss? Besides him discovering your tits." He indicated the hickey on the left side of my cleavage with a smirk.

I gave him a level look. "Well, if you'd knocked, you might have found out."

He looked like I'd hit him, and I immediately felt bad. "I just... I wanted to give Stevie a chance to..." He seemed to fold in on himself, the confidence of only minutes ago suddenly shattered to leave the Bucky from before the shower with his tenuous grip on the present.

I sighed. "It's okay, love. I know what you meant." I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. I pulled him onto the bed after me, dropping his damp towel on the floor and tucking us in under the covers. "But I need you to understand that I will never be upset by you needing me." I cradled his head into my chest, letting him wrap his arms around me and ground himself with as much skin contact as he wanted. "I doubt Steve would either." I pet his hair and his face, looking down at him. "Don't suffer for me, love. Not ever. I don't want that."