Winter's Lost Gem - A BuckyBarnesxOC Story

Chapter Eight (NSFW)

A/N: Bijuterie means "Gem" in Romanian.

Warning: Does delve a little bit into the past sex life of Emma and Bucky.

August 2018

Emma slammed her fist into the battered punching bag in front of her. Her annoyance with life in the facility was an ever rising tidal wave. The only time she ever got peace was in the evening while the others all hung out in the common room for dinner. Every time, she'd sneak away to batter out her frustration. Tonight was no exception. She pounded away, paying her bruising knuckles no mind as she continued on with her assault.

Out of the corner of a room, a gruff chuckle broke her concentration. "What'd that punching bag ever do to you, Bijuterie?"

She smirked, looking to the voice. "Well, there wasn't anyone else to pick on. Figured the inanimate object wouldn't mind."

Bucky's amusement clearly showed across his face. "Maybe you should pick on someone your own size then."

"If you find someone close to my skill let me know." Emma teased.

He feigned an injury to his ribs, a soft laugh echoing behind his voice. "Oh. Ouch, that one hurt."

She couldn't help but giggle. "What're you doing here anyway? I thought you'd have gone home with Steve and Haleigh."

"I was going to but then the others all decided to go into the city for the night so I thought it'd be a good opportunity for the two of us to spend it together." He grinned.

"The night? You think you can handle it?" Her smile only widened further when Bucky turned a flustered red beneath the scruff on his face.

"I-I didn't mean like that!" He all but shouted at her.

"And I was teasing, Buck." She mused. "Pray tell what you had in mind, then."

"Looks like you could use a partner. Give that old bag a rest." He suggested, smirking.

"Alright.. What're the stakes?" Emma moved to change out her bandages for actual fighting gloves.

Bucky got caught on her movements. Her stretched out arm reminded him of one night in Cairo. They were on the rooftop, rifle all set up and ready for his target. He didn't take the shot that night because Emma had found and interrupted him with a much better distraction. He could feel her hand pressed against his chest to hold her steady as her back arched towards the stars, hips melding together as she rode him into ecstasy.

He shook his head, clearing his throat a bit. "Uh, dinner? With me, that is."

She smiled brightly. "Alright.. If you win, it's your choice of place. If I win, you have to cook us dinner tonight."

He cocked a brow, readying himself for the spar. "Anything in mind?"

"Naw, I'll be nice and let the chef pick." She laughed stretching out from the tips of her fingers right down to the tips of her toes.

Bucky's laugh caught in his throat. He remembered the time in London where he caught her spying on him while he was spying on his target. He had gotten so furious to see her after she had shot him in Russia that he had decided to teach her a lesson by shoving her against the wall in a remote alley. Her arms stretched upward as he held her neck to the wall, squeezing just enough that she enjoyed it as he forced her to cry out in pleasure.

"Yeah, right, thanks." He mumbled, trying to see straight.

"What's the matter, big shot? Afraid I'll kick your ass?" Emma grinned.

"Psh. You wish." He tried to brush off whatever was happening to him. "You ready or what?"

"Eager are we?" Her voice was laced with seductive amusement. It certainly wasn't helping Bucky's flashback problem at all.

The words echoed within his skull and he could see her standing there in Milan. She had booked a room, they made plans earlier that afternoon. It had been years since he'd seen her last. She shrugged off her dress with ease as it fluidly fell to the floor in a pool around her feet.

He was brought back from his reverie from the same words she had said that day as well. "Are you going to stare all night or are we going to do this?"

"What? Oh. Right." Bucky nodded, holding his fists up as she had done. "Sorry, I'm a little scattered today."

"I've noticed." She laughed, going on the offensive.

She lunged at him, attack after attack. Each one he blocked or avoided. She was calculated and on point, able to throw off any sort of pattern he thought she was doing.

"You've gotten better." He grunted, defending himself.

"As have you." Her face twisted into discomfort as he gripped her knee aimed for his gut. She braced herself as he used the opportunity to flip her onto the mat. The breath she had escaped her as she contacted with the surface. She looked up at him, smirking. "Remember that time in Paris you pulled that stunt?" She choked out, catching her breath.

"If I recall, you like it a little rough." He smirked, the image of doing just that but onto a bed instead of a mat reverberated. He had held onto her knee and quite literally fell into her on purpose, pounding into her as she screamed for more.

"Only with you, Soldat." She smirked, taking his offered hand. Instead of pulling herself up, she used his weight against him and flipped him over her head. She followed, managing to straddle his hips. Her advantage didn't stay for long as he gripped her shoulder, pushing her back to the mat as he sat, trapping her legs beneath her.

Bucky lost himself to another memory of a time in Saint Petersburg. He wasn't even suppose to be on a mission but spotted her minding her own in a market. Instead of returning to his superiors, he stayed one more night with her. That was the night he learned how flexible she could be. No matter where she was placed, she could make it comfortable for the both of them.

His lack of concentration left him open to the hard jab Emma landed to his stomach. He instantly let go of her, coughing.

She scooted out from the entanglement and stood. "You alright there, Buck? You seem a little distracted. Maybe we should call it and you can make me dinner after you hack up that kidney."

Bucky managed to nod. "That sounds like a good idea." He pulled himself to his feet, hand resting where she had hit him. "You hit harder than I thought you would." He grumbled.

"Yeah well, I wasn't exactly taking it easy on the punching bag either." She mused, removing her gloves. She tossed them into her bag on the floor. She saw him out of the corner of her eye as he watched her despite heading for the door. Purposefully, she bent towards her toes, aiming for her gear. Just as she had hoped, she was rewarded with an audible groan from her counterpart.

He just couldn't help but remember the time in Bucharest. Steaming hot water rolling down his shoulders, easing the tension in his muscles from his weary mission. His hands gripping into the soft flesh of her sculpted hips as he bent her over in the overtly large shower. The sounds of their wet skin sticking and pulling away from each other as he thrusted deep within her. The way he shuddered when she'd beg for him to- "Ow!" He growled only to look down at the cocky grin on Emma's face. "What was that for?" He pouted rubbing his bicep absentmindedly.

She watched as he started to follow her, knowing full well of the visions he had seen. "Nothing, stud. Now how about that dinner?"