James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes/OC AU ༺ ༻ Wild, stubborn, know-it-all Adalynn Stark, daughter of Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, is savoring all the pleasures New York City has to offer. That is, until she meets her stalker: an infamous assassin with a strange guilty pleasure. Day by day, he continues to get a little too close for comfort, until a dormant family mystery is unraveled. One that stretches across the far reaches of time and will become the start of everything she's ever known. Or rather, everything she has already known... This story is 18+ (mature content and themes, explicit language).

❝You have to place your foot here." Obi-wan lowered his soft hands to dip of my hips, firmly directing them while brushing my back with his chest. "Now, you have a balanced form." His hard, wet, breath rolled down the length of my neck like a persistent tide. A shiver ran through me. But his hold did not falter. Not as his fingers gently lingered on the curves of my body where he absently stroked my bare skin. Biting down on the roaring in my head, I bring my arms up to the defensive stance he'd been teaching me for the past half hour, feet sliding in compliance of his instruction. "How is this?" I breathe; completely and utterly distracted by the delicious heat of him behind me. So tempting against the cold ripples of wind that glide past the ocean waves into the tree's behind us. Leaning slightly into his touch, a rather solid mass pokes the curve of my lower back. As lighting strikes the ground, Obi-wan quickly removes his hands from my waist. I hear swift footsteps retreat a healthy distance behind me, leaving my back cold and bare. With furrowed brows, I turn to see him wiping away invisible sand on his cream coloured robes. Obi-wan clears his throat. Unwilling to look me in the eyes he quietly says, "Perfect.❞ ᴏʙɪ-ᴡᴀɴ ᴋᴇɴᴏʙɪ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ #1 obi-wan story (at some point)