Fantasies Come True

Bath Bomb - Bucky Barnes

Bath Bomb – Bucky Barnes

A/N: The alliteration was unintentional. I got this idea from a pin on Pinterest.

You carried your supplies to the bathroom, ensuring that you had everything for a nice, sensual, relaxing bath before getting the water started. Your fresh clothes were folded neatly and waiting on the counter, your favorite candle was waiting to be lit on the edge of the tub, a bag of "Relax and Relief" Epsom salts sat on the floor by the tub, and in your hand was a lighter and your new "Stress Relief" bath bomb. Your mother had put together a care basket for you as a birthday present, and in it was a handful of bathroom essentials – shampoo, conditioner, candles, bubble bath, lotion, and bath bombs.

Whenever you took a bath, you liked to go all out with candles, salts, and bubbles. Regular baths were no fun, and they certainly weren't relaxing. If you were just trying to get clean, you usually opted for a shower, but when you wanted to lie down and soak in the tub, washing away the day's stress, you had to have all your goodies.

The water was now running, a pleasant temperature that was just a few degrees hotter than tepid. You knew that if you got it too hot, you'd end up sweating, and your bath wouldn't last long enough to be of any use.

You stripped down, tossing your dirty clothes of the day into the basket that sat against one wall of the bathroom. You took your lighter and lit your candle, setting it on a stool so it wouldn't accidentally fall into the tub. You then poured a healthy amount of salts into the running water, sighing softly at the soothing aroma of mint and eucalyptus that emanated from the bag.

Last was the bath bomb. It had an Avengers sticker on it, promoting something about a hidden prize inside. You figured it just had one of those tiny action figures in it. It smelled amazing, and there was a red star across the side of it, reminding you of Bucky Barnes's metal arm. Shrugging, you tossed the bomb in, watching it fizzle as you dipped your feet into the water. A sigh left your lips at the perfect temperature, and you slowly eased down into a sitting position. When the water was high enough, you shut it off and lied back, your tied up hair acting as a makeshift pillow against the wall of the tub. You closed your eyes and let your arms fall at your sides, plunging into the water.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt splashing beside you and heard someone cough. Sitting at the other end of the tub was a man who looked like Sebastian Stan and was dressed like the Winter Soldier, complete with a shiny silver left arm.

"What the hell?" you shrieked, crossing your arms over your chest. "Who are you?"

"Bucky," he replied in a delightfully brooding voice.

"Bucky?" you repeated in disbelief. "Like the movie character?"

He tilted his head in adorable confusion. "The what?"

You shook your head. "Never mind. How did you get in my bathroom?"

"I just... appeared..." he replied unsurely.

You thought back to the bath bomb with the red star across it, and the sticker's promise of a prize waiting inside. Was this man your prize? Had he come from the bath bomb?

He stared at you, soaked and confused. His long hair was dripping into his eyes as he looked at you. You could see understandable confusion in his baby blues, but there was something carnal there too. You weren't sure what his expression meant, but you liked the chill it sent up your spine.

You sat up and scooted closer to him, placing a hand on his chest, careful to keep your own chest covered. "So your name is Bucky?"

He nodded, his gaze holding yours. "What's yours?"

"(y/n)," you whispered. He leaned in and rested his forehead on yours. You bit your lower lip and looked up at him. He tilted his head and went for it, pressing his lips to yours, not even giving you a chance to pull away. You wouldn't have taken it if he had. You responded immediately, your hand on his chest sliding up to tangle in his dark hair. His teeth grazed your lower lip, pulling on it, earning a pleasured gasp from you. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring it like a thirsty man finally finding water. You moaned against your will, which only seemed to spur him on. His flesh hand rested on your cheek, keeping your lips connected, while his metal arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on it, causing him to growl against your lips. You leaned back until you were lying down as you had been before, your head against the slanted wall of the tub. You were grateful for the bubbles covering your lady bits. Bucky hovered above you, his eyes on your face, his metal arm holding his body up while his flesh hand caressed your cheek.

"You went from questioning me to kissing me in a matter of seconds," he recalled with a smirk. "Why?"

"When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade," you replied. "So, when life makes Bucky Barnes appear in your bathtub, you take advantage."

He grinned and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You let one hand tangle in his hair while the other travelled down his chest. Your fingers bunched up the fabric of his shirt, wishing it wasn't in the way. He got the memo and broke the kiss so he could sit up and pull the fabric over his head. You marveled at his chiseled chest, running your hands down his torso as he leaned in close again. He let out a soft sigh at the feeling, gasping when you added your nails. He kissed you roughly, tangling one hand in your hair, tugging on it so your head tilted back. He continued his kisses down your neck, pausing here and there to nip and suck the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, which seemed to be the last barrier. He ground his hips against yours, all questioning pushed aside, focused only on giving you the attention you deserved. You spent the evening at his mercy, his hands groping and caressing, his lips kissing and nibbling, eliciting moans and gasps from your mouth. The water eventually turned cold, but you didn't notice, your body heat increased thanks to the man above you.