The Merger

Kiss

James' grip on you tightened only when you forced him to. You had been pulled onto his lap once again, feeling the supple leather pants beneath and forced his arm to pull in tighter. You had to admit, feeling another body against yours was exhilarating and for it to be one quite as exquisite as James' was even more exciting.

"Why don't you show me how to use a sword?" you stood. The knight scoffed in laughter. "What's so funny?" he stopped smiling.

"Oh. You were serious? You want to learn how to properly...fight?" James' dumbfoundedness irked you sometimes, mainly because everyone thinks you're this precious naive little thing that cannot and will not defend herself.

Within four steps you had trapped him in his chair. The hair on the back of Bucky's neck stood tall at the closeness of your faces. You smelled like lilies today.

"Stop treating me like a glass slipper, " you spoke lowly, "I need to learn from the best to be the best."

"You don't need to-"

"James-" you cut him off, getting closer, "I've explained myself countless times. Now if you don't help me, I'm going to find someone else, " you tried threatening him with a serious tone but all you could think about was what he looked like under all those clothes. His smile was enough to make you rub your thighs together.

"I thought you didn't trust anyone else, " the tiniest smirk shone on his handsome face as you moved away. Looking into his eyes, trying to find a weakness, it was more heartbreaking than you thought it would be. He'd been through wars, surrounded by death and decay, living on nothing but stew and water.

James noticed the accidental glance down to his lips and had to clench his jaw to avoid smiling euphorically. It wasn't just him who held these hidden emotions.

It started with the slow lean. The lean that feels like an eternity before you actually touch lips. But once it happens it's a mixture of pleasurable feelings. His lips were soft and his beard scratchy against your smooth cheek. It was a quick first kiss.

Not your first very kiss, that was with a boy from your visit to Asgard. Prince Thor was a kind boy if you could even call him that, he had muscles the size of your head since he was 14 and always showed the utmost respect for you and your family. The man that you just touched lips with had given you the same very feeling that your childhood sweetheart had given you - shock and anxiety.

You leaned back, thinking about what just happened - less about the consequences and more about what you felt.

Buck didn't like that frown. "I have to go, " you ran quickly, James reached for your hand but you were already gone.

The next day was when you were to begin rehearsal for your wedding...with Steve. You remember Steve, right? Your fiance and father of your future children? Rest of eternity spent side by side and all? Yeah, that guy.

Now that your engagement was announced and the townspeople had met Steve, you were to spend practically every waking moment together for the next few months to plan the wedding. Most of the planning was done, you and he just had to pick out what you wanted from the many many options provided to you and perfect the couples dance.

There was to be a lot of dancing on the wedding day. You had to dance with Steve, his father, your father and whoever wished to dance with you provided they were a ranked as Lord or above.

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The first dancing lesson was after breakfast in one of the smaller ballrooms. Steve had been stepping on your toes and you on his but neither of you had any quips to say.