I slam the taxi door shut and sigh. That date wasn't worth the high heels that I have on. As I shake my hair out from it's ponytail, I head to the tower doors. As always, Bucky stands at the door waiting for me.

We had become close friends in the past few months. I was the only one on the team that sees him as he is, I didn't know him before all the stupid shit happened with everyone else. I don't judge him and he doesn't judge me. It's basically the perfect friendship. Except for the occasional glances I catch him sending me. The ones where his eyes are fire and his bottom lip is captured between his teeth like a dog with a bone. In those moments, I can feel his eyes undressing me. I just wish it would go further than just his eyes on me. I smile as he opens the door for me and duck inside.

"This date a dud as well? You're back earlier than usual." He asks, throwing an arm around my shoulders as I shiver from the cold outside. We walk to the elevator and board.

"Yeah. All talk. And talk and talk and talk. Geez." I roll my eyes at the memory of this guy running his mouth.

Bucky chuckles and pulls me closer, planting a kiss on my head. "Sorry, doll." He says, a little too chipper. He brings a smile to my face anyway.

"You know, you don't sound too sorry." I tease. Bucky shrugs and we exit the elevator heading to his room. We always hang out there after either of us goon a date to tell the other everything that happened.

"Well, I want you to be with someone who isn't a jerk. This guy was a jerk so I'm not that sorry your date was bad." He answers honestly. I laugh a little and he grins at me. We go into his room and he sits down on the bed as I rifle through his drawers. This isn't weird. I borrow his clothes more than Natasha or Wanda's.

Taking out a black t-shirt I shut the drawer and huff. "I appreciate your honesty. I just can't believe I wore these heels for nothing!" I walk over in front of him and click my heels together. He chuckles and stands, letting me use him to keep me on my feet. His hand rests on my upper arm while I hang onto his shoulder.

"I don't know why you bother wearing them. Your shortness is endearing."

I look up at him with a playful scowl. "To you, maybe. But I've learned that guys kind of like it when they don't have to break their backs to kiss me." I get my second heel off and sigh happily as my bare feet touch the cold floor. Bucky chuckles at my reaction and I look back up at his blue eyes. His eyes are like little blue flames, flickering like candles.

"That's not true," He whispers, his voice deeper and huskier than before. "if he was a real man," He moves his hands onto my waist and rubs up and down a little. "he'd just pick you up to kiss you." He ends. I stare at him in surprise, caught in his lusting eyes.

Then he lets go of me and sits back down on the bed. I blink and swallow, setting his shirt on the floor as I reach behind me to unzip my dress. "I can do that." Bucky offers. I nod and head over to him, turning around and pulling my hair out of the way. His fingers dip just underneath the top of my dress and I shiver. "Sorry, is my metal hand cold?" He asks, not aware that it was just the presence of his hands on me making me shiver, not the cold from his fingers.

"No, no, you're fine." I tell him, playing with the ends of my hair. He continues to unzip my dress, all the way down to the small of my back. I hear his intake of breath when he sees what I'm wearing underneath. I immediately clench my thighs together at the sound, the wetness from my core no doubt soaking my panties.

"I...I don't think I've seen you in these before." His breath brushes against my bare back and I shut my eyes, pressing my lips together to stop myself from moaning.

"Yeah, I just recently got it." I whisper quietly. I suck in a breath when I feel a metal finger run down the center of my back. "I, uh, I thought I might get to use it tonight." I bite my lip and turn around to face him. He looks up at my face and I let my dress fall to the floor, revealing my sheer red lace lingerie. He swallows and his lips part just before his tongue flicks out and wets them. "You think that's still a possibility?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips and dipping my fingers under the waistband of my panties.

"I..." He shuts his eyes and swallows. "I'm not sure. I mean, our...our friendship is really important to me." He opens his eyes and I bite my lip again at the lust and desperation in his eyes. Nodding, I move my hands up and slide my fingers under the edges of my bra. I slide my hands around my body and undo my bra clasp, all the while maintaining eye contact with those baby blues. Shrugging it off, I toss it at Bucky's feet. Then, I slide my hands up my ribs and push my breasts up and together, squeezing them too. James's eyes watch every move I make meticulously. Next comes my underwear. Instead of taking them off I slip a hand underneath them and touch myself. I take my middle finger and graze my nub, shutting my eyes and groaning at the sensation. Suddenly, Bucky's flesh hand is on my bare waist pulling me closer and his metal hand is swatting my hand away to take its place. He doesn't touch my core, choosing instead to wait. "You think you can get away with teasing me like that?" He growls against my lips.

I put a hand on his shoulder and my other around his neck, in his hair. "It took you a while to jump into action, Sergeant." I breathe, desperately wishing he'd put his lips on mine. He chuckles and I inch forward to get his fingers on me. He just pulls further out of my reach. Easily, he picks me up and lays me down on the bed, laying himself over me. Yet he still doesn't put his fingers where I want him to.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the show, but now it's my turn." He puts his fingers down on my clit and my back instantly arches off the bed at the frigid ecstasy it brings me. He draws rough circles on it as his other hand reaches up and squeezes my breast, gently rubbing his thumb over my nipple.

"God, Sarge." I groan, but he silences me with his lips on mine. The kiss is rough and hard, but his lips are soft and taste so good. His fingers move faster and I tug on his shirt, wanting more of his body pressed against me. His lips move to my jaw and I gasp as more and more pleasure builds inside me.

"Go on, sugar. Cum for me." He whispers and I follow his orders with a shout.

"Bucky!" I yell and arch my back into him. He removes his hands and steps back. I lie on the bed, trembling as I come down from my high. When I'm conscious enough to see again all Bucky's clothes are off and he's sliding my underwear off too.

"Good girl." He purrs, sliding his hands up my thighs to spread them apart. By the time he's over me again I'm panting with need. Slowly, he rubs his long shaft up and down the opening of my aching pussy.

"Please." I whimper. He smiles and aligns himself quickly. Once his tip is at my entrance he barely puts it in, then kisses me. As our lips dance together he pushes himself in, going slow so he doesn't hurt me. I moan against his lips and he groans once he's all the way in.

"You keep making noise like this and I'm going to cum before I even start moving." He jokes, his breathing rough and uneven. I stare into his eyes and dig my fingers into his shoulders slightly.

"Then fucking move." I wiggle my hips and he chuckles lightly. He obeys, pulling out and slamming back in over and over. My fingers tighten on his shoulders as I shout to high heaven about the intense pleasure. The slapping of skin on skin as well as the moaning of me and Bucky fills the room and sends me over the edge in less than a minute. My hips buck up to meet his and black spots dance in my vision as euphoria engulfs me. Bucky's just after me, his seed shooting into me and spilling out a little on his bed. We both come down and he plops onto the bed beside me. We take a few minutes to just breathe before Bucky leans over and kisses my neck.

"So, can I take you out tomorrow night?" He asks. I laugh, but nod.

"I think you better, Sarge."

*A/N*
I write far too much Bucky, but I'm not really sorry about it. 😂