Mated

Chapter Four - Occupied

Warnings:  angst, semi-public sex, fingering
Words: 3,211

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Y/N could feel all the blood drain from her face.

"Y-you couldn't have possibly..."

The words died on her lips as she watched him lean back and crossed his arms, making the leather jacket he wore creak slightly. He didn't say anything, but his eyes looked her over as if to make sure she was okay.

"You come here---expect me to believe that you---you are just---"

"Just what, Lil' Bit?"

"Stop calling me that. You haven't been here for almost two decades, James. Two. Decades. You haven't even written in forever." Y/N's chest started to rise rapidly as all the emotions she had felt in the last dozen years came crashing over her. "Do you realize how much that hurt? Then you waltz in here like nothing happened and that I haven't changed a bit? News flash, James. I'm not the same girl you left all those years ago."

She couldn't believe how much her voice was cracking and she needed a distraction, but unfortunately all she could bring herself to look at was him; he was the only thing in the world that could calm her down. It was the first time she noticed he wore a black leather glove over his left hand, complementing the biker jacket he wore, but only on his left hand. His hand clenched and moved to his lap and cleared his throat, making her gaze snap back up at his eyes. The way he was looking at her made her bite her lower lip and shift in her chair. She swore she saw him stiffen, his eyes flick down to her lips, but she had to have imagined it.

"Um, I think...I think we---I mean I---should go. You don't have to be pity company for me," she sighed, getting up slowly and took her jacket. "Goodbye James."

She didn't wait for his response and walked down the small hallway to the door of the women's bathroom. She looked at her reflection and frowned at her flushed face. She turned on the water, splashing cold onto her face, hoping to get herself together before facing the man responsible. She was mad at him but at the same time her body just wanted to jump in his lap and kiss him, and her heart was happy to see he was actually alive and not a ghost.

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"You sure about this?" Bucky asked, pulling away from the heated kiss he and Y/N shared in the cab of his truck. His hand moved through her hair, his eyes soft on her as his breath mingled with hers.

She nodded, her fingers moving over the open button-up he wore over the black v-neck. "You're graduating in a month," she whispered, eyes closing softly, "and I want you." She looked up at him with innocent eyes, scooting closer to him with her bottom lip between her teeth.

Bucky let out a harsh sigh and she knew he was fighting an internal battle she wasn't privy to, but she had a guess. He took her hands in his, the sweatband on his left obscured the tattoo he had and never shared with anyone, and brought both to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"You'll wait for me to get home. Is that want you want?" he asked softly, pulling her to him so she was pressed against his chest. "You're not quite sixteen yet. Two years waiting for someone who might not be your ---"

"Stop," she growled, pressing a finger she flexed out to his lips, "You're it for me Bucky. I don't care what some stupid tattoo thing is suppose to say. I love you."

"You're fifteen--"

"And we've been together for almost two years. If you think this isn't supposed to be...you had plenty of time to tell me different. You said I wasn't--"