Argent ♝ Bucky Barnes

03

xiii. Use Somebody → Kings of Leon
"I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody."

***

Allison wakes up with the urgent need to pee. There's a tight grip around her waist that's crushing her to a wall and one also squeezing her hand, restricting her. She tenses in panic until last night comes back to her and she carefully turns around to face the man holding her body captive.

"James," she whispers quietly as to not disturb the quiet of the morning. He doesn't stir, just continues to sleep peacefully, his breath coming out in little puffs of air.

The furrow between his eyebrows is gone and he looks younger. His jaw is unclenched, his mouth tilted up at the corners, and his hair a mess against the pillow. He really is beautiful, she thinks and hates herself for the thought.

The softness of his sweatpants and warm of his chest feels nice. A little too nice. But she settles back into her original position facing the window and tries to distract herself. The hand on her waist burns through her shirt and she wonders if he always runs so hot.

There's the soft patter of rain outside the large, ceiling to floor window. It's still dark out even with the busy lights and she wonders if she can go back to sleep. But the pressure in her bladder doesn't cease, making the decision for her.

Carefully sliding her hand out of his, she moves his arm up off her hip bone and freezes when he sighs. She squeezes her eyes shut and forces herself to relax. The bed shifts when he turns away from her and she lets out a sigh of relief.

Making sure to be extra quiet getting out of bed, she nearly falls twice getting into the bathroom.

By the time she's back from her trip, she's tired again so she falls back into bed and snuggles back up to James who immediately pulls her back into his arms. She tucks her head underneath his chin and falls asleep once again.

***

The second time she wakes, she's still wrapped up in James' arms. Briefly, she wonders what woke her but her growling stomach answers her. She cranes her neck to look at the clock.

It's 5:46am.

"James," she whispers. There's no response so she pulls away slightly to look at his face. The arms around her tighten in response.

The arm that was right in front of her fucking face flexes and her jaw drops as his muscles ripple. She can barely see it in the darkness of the morning, but the lights of New York bounced off of his skin, giving him a slivery glow.

"Wow," she whispers to herself, amazed. She pokes his bicep. It was harder than steel. That leads to her squeezing it experimentally and she's almost giddy when it flexed again.

"What are you doing?" asks a low voice in her ear. She jumps out of his arms and nearly falls off the bed. Actually she would have, if she hadn't wrapped her leg around him to catch herself. But at the same time he lunged for her, trying to keep her from falling which only succeeded in him crushing her.

They freeze like that. Her, legs around his waist and torso half off the bed, and him, laying on top of her face to face, close enough to where she could feel his warm breath on her face.

It didn't even smell. The bastard.

Lights bounce of the contours of his face and James looked even more beautiful than should be possible. His blue-gray eyes almost seemed to glow in the darkness and it made her feel like he's seeing into her soul. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, making her heart race so loud that she's sure he can hear it.