Marvel One Shots

Bucky

**Rated R/NSFW**

"You gonna be at the party tonight?" Bucky asks me as I remove the tape from my wrists

"Doubtful. They're always the same." I stretch my arm across my chest. He almost looks sad at my answer. "But I might pop in for a little bit. Get a drink or something." I shrug

"Good, you're my only sense of entertainment at these things." He smirks at me

"Aw wittle James all by himself at a pawty." I shoot him a grin in the giant gym mirror. I can see his entire body tense as he purses his lips in a fine line

"You know I go by Bucky." He puts down the weights he was lifting and steps towards me. I turn to meet him face to face, still grinning

"I prefer James." I place my hands on my hips and bring my gaze to meet his, relishing in his response to my comment

There's always been a sexual tension between the two of us but for some reason, neither of us have made the first move. Or any move for that matter, besides occasional mild flirting. But that's about to change

As I stared into his beyond beautiful eyes, I decided to slip into his mind, but only a little. Just enough to place an image in there for him. I fluttered an image of my hand on his crotch with me biting my lip, the image disappeared as fast as it popped up

I watched, as innocently as I could as his muscles tensed. His face flushed red before I stepped away

"If you don't mind, I have a party to get ready for." I tossed a lock of my hair over my shoulder before bounding out of the gym

After showering, putting on the bare minimum makeup, and tossing on my favorite party dress, I decide to just chill as the party starts. Always fashionably late. I looked over myself in the mirror, admiring my dress. It was pure silver, low cut in the front for a little cleavage to peep out, backless, and laid an inch above my knees. I decided on black earrings and heels to match my hair color

After waiting just under an hour into the party, I decide to go join everyone. I reach the main room to find well over a hundred people all chatting, laughing, dancing and well, partying. I head for the bar. My head was full of everyone's thoughts but I zoned them out enough to make it all a small muffle in my mind. I scanned the room for Bucky telepathically

God damn she's beautiful, If only she knew the things I'd do to her..

I turn to find him across the room, eyes locked on me as he chatted with an elderly man in an Air Force uniform. I raise my new glass of whiskey to him with a smile and gulp it down before being poured another by the waiter. A moment later, he's by my side

"Nice of you to finally show up. I was starting to think you ditched." Bucky smiled at me. I smirked, taking a sip of my new drink. I brush my arm against his

"So, James, care to dance?" I ask as a more mellow song fills the room. He shakes his head

"I don't dance sweetheart."

"Well you're about to, let's go." I grab his metal hand and pull him to the floor

His entire body stiffened when I touched him. He hovered his metal hand over my waist and held my hand with his flesh hand. We started to sway to the music

"See? You're not bad at this!" I exclaim. He nervously chuckles

"I haven't done this since the 40s." He twirls me around before bringing me back to him

"You know, I'm not afraid of this." I slide my hand that was on his shoulder to rest on his metal arm. He sucked in a breath

"You should be." He spoke sternly. I bite my inner lip as I gaze up at him. He looked scared of it himself. I lean in close to his ear