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22. Adventurous

The temperatures continue to punish us through January and into February.

You can definitely see a change in us both now. Bucky is more relaxed, I think more so because we're together. I sometimes think that it's a bad thing, that he's too off guard now. When we first got to Washington, he was all about hiding here in the cottage and lying low. Now, he wants to be the social butterfly and go one place every day at least.

Maybe he's losing his mind.

Valentine's Day was spent outside of the cottage. It was a sweet time, and we pretty much treated it like a normal day. It was your traditional Valentine's Day: dinner and a movie. The dinner we went out for, the movie we came back to the cottage to watch.

February became nothing, and soon March rolled in. I learned a few things in March: Bucky is not a winter person, although I learned that once the cold started to settle in. His birthday month is March, the exact day being the tenth. He's technically ninety-eight now. It's hard to swallow that I'm legitimately dating a ninety-eight year old man.

With April came the showers and the warmer temperatures. We got a lot of rainy days, very little sunny days. The rainy nights were when Bucky and I snuggled more, it seemed. I didn't know why, but the thunder bothered me. Maybe it resembled gunfire, and gunfire reminded me of Vanessa and her killer. How she sacrificed her life for both of ours.

While the hours, days, and months fly on by, I constantly think of S.H.I.E.L.D. and what's left. Our phones haven't gone off once, not even for an alert. I sometimes forget they even exist, the phones. What if they never get used? What if Bucky and I have to spend the rest of our lives in hiding? I expected finding a new base would take some time, sure, but this long? Not that I was complaining. Bucky and I had settled in, eventually, in Washington. Almost like we were normal people living normal lives.

Oh if only.

Maybe we could live our lives in the shadows, we are doing a pretty decent job now. We haven't had any incidents. We want it to stay that way. For once, S.H.I.E.L.D. is avoiding Hydra's detection nicely. It's harder to find your enemy when they're spread thin.

I yawn hugely to a nice May day. I stretch my arms, hear Bucky shift beside me in bed. I roll my head to see him still asleep, or faking sleep. His hair seems like it's grown very little, it's almost shoulder length now. It looks more unruly by the day, more so in the morning.

I massage his scalp gently, he smiles. He's definitely awake.

"I'm not a dog, Dani," he groans, forcing his eyes open.

"Good morning to you too," I retort. "What's on the agenda today? Are we going out again?"

"Why wouldn't we?" He pulls me so that I can lay my head on his shoulder. "I'm thinking we should go a little more...dangerous."

"Dangerous?" My brows come together.

"I think adventurous might be a better word," he admits. "We've been kind of quiet lately."

"Buck, we've been the quiet couple since we've gotten here."

"I think you'll like what I've got in mind. It'll maybe jog your old college memory." He smiles coyly.

Something twists inside my stomach. I'm not sure how accurate Bucky is about me liking his "adventurous idea".

* * *

Adventurous is definitely the better word to describe what's going on.

We're at perhaps one of the loudest, busiest clubs Washington has to offer. We got here just as the sun went to bed. Most inside are people around our age—I should say my age. I keep forgetting Bucky looks around my age, but he's far from twenty-seven.

We're bystanders for a while, just observing. Bucky initially doesn't like what he's seeing, between the immense crowding and provocative dancing. I keep him from being a stick in the mud and pull him in—this is without any alcohol influence. I drag us right into the middle of the pulsing dance floor, sweating bodies, and rather clingy couples. I make sure to at least hold Bucky at all times so I don't lose him, or him me. I can see the initial discomfort in his body, but once I coax him into dancing, he's practically another face in the crowd with me.

I keep all preying girls away from him by giving them death stares. Bucky doesn't even notice them, he's too focused on me. He holds me close, buries his head into my neck. I gasp loudly as he nibbles. A foreign feeling blossoms in my stomach.

I decide to play the game and mirror him. He pulls my face to his, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. I'm sort of propelled back to my college days Vanessa had told me about. The partier inside of me is here tonight, more than ready to play. My fingers gently claw at the back of his neck, his fingers dig into my hips.

I don't feel twenty-seven, I feel more like I'm in my late teens.

The people, the music, everything seems to melt away when I'm with him. Like we're in our own little bubble. Everything's silent.

We're thrown off balance by a couple grinding near us. Bucky holds onto me, looking rather irritated at the couple with their backs turned to us.

"Sure this is worth it?" I shout.

"Do you want to start doing that?"

"I'll pass."

Wordlessly, Bucky grabs me and pulls me through the crowd. I'm almost lost between two rather attractive men. I barely escape them and attach myself to Bucky. I don't realize just how humid it was in there until we slip out into the cool, May night breeze. I feel gross.

"We tried it," I pant. "Not exactly our kind of lifestyle."

"I thought that used to be yours?"

"'Used to' being the key phrase, Buck."

We both head for the car. The base is still vibrating through our bodies even as we get into the car and buckle up. We're hardly out of breath, but we're both breathing slightly heavy.

There's a certain high I'm feeling right now. The exhilaration of being in a familiar environment. An environment I hadn't been in for quite some time.

The base pounds in tune with my beating pulse even after we're long gone from the club.

* * *

The first thing I do is head to the shower to wash the sweat from other people, and myself, off. I make sure the water is extra cold for some reason. This sort of thing sounds like it calls for cold water. I picture Vanessa's reaction to our short visit to a club. She'd probably make a snide remark of me going back into my past, but she'd say it teasingly, not in a bad way.

I'm dressed in baggy clothes and damp hair when I walk back out into the den room. I look at Bucky questioningly, who's poking a fresh fire.

"It's not winter anymore, Bucky," I tease.

"I know. Figured we could just end the night on a quiet note." He puts the poker away, rising to come towards me. He takes me in his arms. "No loud music, no insane people, no distractions..." He pushes back damp strands of my hair. "Just. Us."

My arms lay atop his as he bends down to kiss me. I can feel the passion, feel my heart race in my chest. His metal hand rests firmly on the back of my neck, my hands crawl up to rest on his back.

The fire isn't the only thing crackling in this cottage.

I yelp when Bucky grabs under my legs. Instead of it turning into a disaster, I catch on quickly, getting my legs around his waist and my arms looped around his neck. My hands hold his face, my hair pools around me. Tingles shoot down my spine. The heat of the fire can't compare to what heat is between us right now.

"Are we sure about this?" I pant. He kisses my jaw a bit aggressively. "I-I mean..."

"What?" he breathes, capturing my mouth again.

"I think this is just the club following us home," I stammer.

"Don't tell me Danielle Finley is backing down," he teases me lowly. He and I lock eyes, the fire heats us up from the one side only.

I frown before kissing him heatedly. "I never said I was."

"You're hesitating. You're more the expert than me."

"Nobody has ever said that." My breaths hitch when his hands crawl more towards my ass. I'm resting comfortably on him for right now. I throw my head back, biting down the moans in my throat as he suckles on my exposed collarbone.

"Do you think we can make it to the bedroom?" he mutters against my skin.

I shiver, feeling his breath. "Let's see if we can."


**I'll let your imagination run however you like, dearies. ;)**

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