Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Regrets

James' POV

"I have more regrets than I care to remember, Sarah. You were never one of them." I closed the distance between us and kissed her gently. "Not then, not now."

Her lips were soft, and I explored them fully, getting her to open her mouth to allow me to tease her tongue with mine. She tasted slightly of popcorn and vodka, with an underlying sweet hint of Sarah as well. She rested her hand on my cheek, as I tangled my fingers in her hair as I deepened the kiss and slid my hand down her back and under her shirt, her skin by far the softest thing I'd ever felt.

She pulled back from me, breathing hard. Her eyes were slightly wild, dark with passion. "James, we shouldn't do this."

"I won't just let you just walk away from me, Sarah; not without giving it my best shot. I'm going to fight for you like I should have back then." I didn't understand why she kept trying to distance herself from me.  "You can't tell me you're not attracted to me. I can see how you look at me." I ran my metal fingers over her cheek, cupping her chin so she would look up at me. "Give me a chance, Sarah."

"What do you mean by giving you a chance?"

"Let me show you what you mean to me."

"I don't think that's a good idea."  She started shaking her head and tried to push off of me.

"Sarah." I resisted, holding her in place. I had startled her intensely; she wasn't going to just walk away if I let go right now, she was going to run.

"You don't know what you're asking of me, James. I shouldn't...would you have shared Peggy with Steve?"

I flashed her a grin; I disliked the thought, but I knew she was wavering, even if she didn't realize that herself. "Yes. I think I would have if Steve and I were as close as you say. How do you know he'll object?"

She didn't have an answer for that one, and I knew it. She wouldn't have asked the question if there hadn't been a small niggle of doubt. I was determined to show her that she felt as strongly about me as I did about her.

"Don't think, just feel." I kissed her again, deeply, slowly, stroking her tongue with mine, not pulling back until we were both breathless. "What do you feel when I kiss you?" She was still thinking, trying to come up with an answer that she'd be willing to tell me. "Tell me the truth, Sarah; not what you think you should tell me." I kissed her again, gently, not stopping until I felt her guard drop and she put her arms around me. "What do you feel?" I asked when I pulled back this time, resting my forehead on hers and meeting her eyes.

"Too much," she sighed. "I feel too much."

"Good or bad?"

"Both." She rested her forehead on my shoulder, trying to hide her expressive face from me.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as I put a hand under her chin and tipped her face up, holding her eyes with mine, suddenly certain that she wanted this as much as I did. I didn't know how I knew that, but I did.

"No," she whispered, swallowing hard. "I should, but I don't want you to stop, James."

I crushed her mouth to mine, running my hands up and down her body. Her hands did the same as I shifted her so she was straddling me. She tentatively reached for the hem of my shirt, to slide her hands over my skin, so I drew it up and off of me so she could touch my body as she wished. Her fingers traced where metal met flesh before she ran them down my arm. I closed my eyes and breathed out a groan as she pressed her lips to the metal. I drew in a deep, shaky, breath as she kissed the red star on my shoulder.