It was probably around eleven at night when I had realized Bucky wasn't coming home. The usual time he arrives home is around six thirty maybe seven sometimes but never around eleven. That was considered really late.
I figured maybe something was just going on at the tower and they needed him to stay extra hours so I didn't worry about it. I made us dinner;steak, asparagus and mashed potatoes.
I had so much spare time that I even made his favorite dessert; apple crumble pie. I loved to bake so it wasn't much trouble for me to make it, but even after the pie was finished Bucky still hadn't came home.
Maybe there was just a lot of traffic because I know how New York traffic can be. So I made him a plate of food then made me one as well. I sat down at the dinner table and decided to wait for him because we always eat together. After a while I decided that he would understand if I got a start on my food, it's not like he would be angry about it.
I sat there and ate in silence, every now and then glancing at his seat across the table where he usually sat. We would talk about our day, the pros and cons of it, and make each other laugh, just simple married couple things like that but today was so quiet and lonely.
I ended up finishing my food and then having a slice of pie. Gosh, I hope I don't get that call. That call that I dreaded every time he would go out on missions and I didn't hear from him in a while. The call saying "sorry Y/N, but Bucky didn't make it."
I discarded the thought. He's a tough guy, he knows what he's dealing with and besides with Steve on his ass I doubt he'd let him get hurt. Though he did let Bucky fall off of a train and fall to his death. Technically he's not dead though, he's alive.
Trying not fly into panic I stand up and begin to pick up my plate when I hear the door close shut. More like slammed shut. I jump at the sound and almost drop my plate out of my hand. I'm quick enough to steady myself. I set my plate down and sit down so it will look like I had been waiting here for him which I had been.
I hear the sounds of Bucky's footsteps approaching the dining room and I prepare myself for whatever the story is of why he's late.
He steps into the dining room, still with his gear on and an angry look on his face. I mean Bucky's face is always angry looking but I've been married to him long enough to know that this face means he's actually upset.
"Bucky, honey, what's wrong?" I ask.
He grunts, not even looking at me. He stands there leaning against the table, fists clenched so tight I can see the white in his knuckles. Oh no, someone really pissed him the fuck off.
I gulp then stand up, walking over to him. Softly and gently I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" I ask in a low voice. "Did something happ-"
Before I can finish my sentence Bucky grabs me by my waist and yanks me to him, crushing his lips on mine. He's kissing me roughly and wanting. I'm taken by surprise but with the way he's urging me to kiss him back how can I not? So I do, moving my lips with his. Whatever is his problem can wait, I guess.
He groans under his breath then moves his hands to cup my face, still in control of the kiss. His tongue licks my bottom lip and then enters my mouth and I moan into the kiss, loving the feeling of his tongue against mine. Bucky deepened the kiss while pushing me up against the wall.
He grabs my arms pinning them above my head, still continuing to kiss me. He grinds his body against mine, the sweet friction has me feeling his hard cock through his jeans. He stops kissing me then looks into my eyes and doesn't look away as he moves one hand down into my shorts. I feel the metal of his fingers move aside my panties then rubbing my clit softly.
