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lostinlewis · 1 year

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Wicked Games

Rating: M - MMF - Lewis x Abel x Reader

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The claustrophobic hallway you walked down was lit only by the faint red LED light that peaked out of the door to the end. Sounds of a synth, so electrifying that they were, lured you to your destination as if it was possible for you to lose your way. You weren't aware of who was behind the door of the room in which you were about to enter, but that made it all the more exhilarating. The fear of the unknown crushed you but it also fueled you as you walked.

The drinks you carried rattled on the tray in which they were perched, your hands shaking a little with excited anticipation. This was your first night as a host at the recording studio, it was to be expected that you were nervous to be faced by whoever you would be serving. You just hoped whoever it was on the other side, that they were kind, you were far too fragile to handle anything else right now.

You knocked out of courtesy, it was impossible for them to have heard it over the music they were making, but it would have felt wrong to just walk in unannounced. No one had ever opened a door slower than you did as you made your way into the room, hoping to blend into the furniture during the few seconds it would take you to lay down the drinks and disappear. Your plan went out the window the second you heard the voice of who was in the recording booth, immediately your eyes were drawn to the hypnotising sounds of the man singing behind the microphone. It was undeniable who it was, you would have recognised that voice anywhere, but he had a look that was so distinct, there was no mistaking who it was.

You were hypnotised, in a trance, watching him serenade lyrics that were both some of the most profound, and utterly filthy, you had ever heard. It was very him.

“He’s incredible, isn’t he?”

Your daze was interrupted by a voice just to the right of where you stood frozen on the spot. You hadn’t even noticed that there was anyone else in the room with you until that moment, you were so lost in the man who it felt like was performing just for you, that you didn’t even once think to look around you.

“Sorry…I-I…I just came to bring you guys drinks. I’ll leave you to it.”

It was at that moment you looked at who the words had come from, and immediately you were convinced you were in a dream, you had to be, there was no way on earth you would be lucky enough to be alone in a room with both The Weeknd, and Lewis Hamilton.

“Thank you for those. You can stay, you know? We’re just messing around here, there’s no need to rush off.” Lewis placed his glass to his lips. “Unless you have somewhere you have to be?”

The image of your boss, standing waiting for you to come back from your first ever recording booth delivery, was imprinted on your mind. You knew if you stayed, there was all the possibility that you would get fired on your first night, but you also knew that there was really nothing that could convince you to leave this very room. Afterall, when would you ever get this chance again?

You shook your head in response, it was a meek shake, an uncertain and nervous one, much like your character that night, luckily Lewis felt your nerves and knew exactly how to settle you.

“Come take a seat.” Lewis commanded. You sought out the first empty seat you saw, just behind him, but he grabbed your wrist the second you got close to him. “You deserve a better seat than that, beautiful.”

With the hand that wasn’t wrapped lightly around your wrist, he patted his lap, offering you what you were sure was one of the two best seats in the house, the other being the lap of the other man.

You perched on Lewis in a way that screamed your insecurities, but he wasn’t going to let you bask in them, especially when you had absolutely no reason for it, not in his eyes.

“Relax, beautiful. I won’t bite, I promise.”

You will always remember the first time you saw his eye crinkles when he smiled at you, lines that immediately disarmed you of any doubt you may have, strokes in his skin that invited you closer to who was essentially a stranger, but one that you knew you wanted to get to know in every way possible.

“Just a simple touch/and it can set you free/we don’t have to rush when you’re alone with me…”

The multitude of world renowned lyrics washed over you as you felt your body relax completely into Lewis’ lap. The lyrics were all jumbled into one song as the man worked on his voice. You wondered if he had noticed you yet, you wondered if he noticed anything outside of the box he was standing in as he lost himself in his music.

The atmosphere had engulfed your entirety, the sweet sounds that filled the air, the soft strokes of Lewis’ fingers across your bare thighs, you found yourself rotating your hips just enough that it was undeniable that you were turned on.

“Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?/You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum/Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?/Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?”

Lewis responded as if he could feel the desire burning inside of you, he tickled a light trail up your exposed neck first, before tracing the same line with the warm tip of his tongue.

With your eyes shut tight, your consciousness ran adrift. Lewis’ fingers danced up under the hem of your skirt, his other set cupped your cheek, drawing your lips towards his so that the very moment he met the place where your desire burned strongest, he could taste the pur that escaped your lips.

“Want me to hold on to you tight/ You pull me close/ I feel the heat between your thighs.”

The cool air of the room hit your middle the second it was exposed, the feel of his fingers running through your folds warmed it once more. Lewis didn’t stop kissing you, with lips as full as they were soft, he lulled you with a rhythm that matched the melody that rang through the room perfectly.

A mixture of both the gentle circles stroked on your swollen pearl, and the battle your tongues fought, it meant that you were completely naive to the fact that the singing had stopped and you were now being observed by the man leant against the mixing deck, as if what was happening in front of him was something he saw everyday.

Lewis broke the spell he had kept you in by pulling away just a little, his fingers still held you at your core though, he wasn’t going to let that go easily.

“Someone wants to meet you, beautiful.” He whispered as he saw how crestfallen you looked without his attention. “Say hello to him.”

You turned to your left and saw the man you had idolised for nearly ten years now, a man who had provided the soundtrack to many a moment filled with happiness but also sadness, a man who had just spent a few minutes watching you be pleasured by his friend. All reasons made it so you were muted, a sense of star struck that was a little out of the ordinary.

You locked eyes with him and he smiled. Whilst he didn’t have the crinkles that Lewis possessed, his smile was one that spread across his whole face, the contrast between his normal apathetic look and the one he was presenting just for you, comforted you in ways you weren't sure he even knew.

“You must be new here.” He stood up to walk a few steps towards you, cupping your cheek in between his thumb and his forefinger. “I’m Abel. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I…I…It’s my first day, Sir.” The stroke of his thumb on your cheek made it impossible for you not to melt into his hand a little.

“Sir?” He smirked at you before raising his eyebrow at Lewis. “Such a polite girl. As you were, don’t let me interrupt you both.”

You felt the breathy chuckle of Lewis behind you as he slowly began to work you into a frenzy once more. He nibbled at your neck, your eyes desperately wanting to close, to enjoy the feeling of being pleasured by this man, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Abel.

Abel stood against his mixing deck once more, his face completely unreadable, you couldn’t tell if he was enjoying watching you be played with, or if he was bored. You decided right then that you wanted to impress him, you wanted him to want you just as much as the man who had been carrying the biggest hard on since you sat on his lap, did.

You placed a hand over Lewis’ as he rubbed on your clit, drawing up to your lips and taking the finger he had been using with expertise onto your tongue, sucking from the knuckle with exaggeration as you held eye contact with Abel the whole time. His eye roll was so subtle you almost missed it, but the moment you caught it, and the heavy gulp he took, his adams apple protruding more, you felt a twinge of excitement, and an immediate shot of confidence, to spur you on more.

“Fuck me with them, please.”

“So polite, even when she wants to be fucked.” Lewis praised.

“Especially when I want to be fucked, Sir.” You quipped back, stunning him to silence for a moment.

“Feisty, I like it. Don’t leave the pretty girl wanting, Lewis.”

Abel’s words shot to your core, his praise made you tingle like never before. Lewis had the thickest fingers, as he pushed inside of you with only two of them, curling them upwards to make sure they were pressed hard against your sweet spot, you let out a moan that focused both mens attention on you.

“That feel better, beautiful?” Lewis purred in your ear. “Ask me again.”

“Please…” He tapped at your spot, knowing that he was making it impossible for you to talk, but loving it all the same. “Please fuck me with them.”

Lewis pulled you back against him, whilst he fucked you with his fingers, he drew the other hand up to your throat. He could feel you shake every time he hit your spot, the little whimpers of pleasure you let escape your lips was like music to his ears as he sucked on your lobe.

Your attention was taken from Abel the moment Lewis took control of your body, you had almost forgotten he was your audience, the one you wanted to put on a show for, until you felt his presence beside you. He didn’t say a word, Lewis didn’t acknowledge him either, instead he took each thigh into his hands so he could position your feet on Lewis’ legs, spreading you open wide.

“I want to watch your pussy drip for me, pretty girl.” Abel growled as he caught your shock. “Can you do that?”

You nodded your head, you hoped that would be enough, the way that Lewis’ fingers worked inside of you, it took your ability to do much else away completely.

“Words.” Abel spoke with one eyebrow raised, he knew you knew better than that without even having to tell you.

“Ye-yes…Sir.”

Finally he flashed that smile at you once more, and you knew you had penetrated him a little.

“Good Girl, don’t hold back now, I want to see you gush.”

Abel stroked your cheek as he watched your face contort with every ripple of pleasure that washed over you.

“Fuck…Close…So Close…” You cried out, to the both of them.

Lewis held your throat tighter as if he was using it for leverage to get the best angle to fuck you with. Abel brushed his thumb over your plump bottom lip, mesmerised by how much redder it had gotten, the more turned on you were. Your breathing laboured the more your orgasm grew closer, Lewis didn’t once stop fucking you with his fingers, nor did he ever stop smothering your neck in kisses, knowing that it was only adding to the intensity.

Your tongue slipped between your lips, hooking Abel’s thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. The moment you had both men inside of you, in the most unconventional ways, you felt yourself peak. Lewis held you down on him as your whole body shook, ravaged by the intensity of your orgasm. Abel didn’t remove his thumb, instead he let you suck on it so hard that it hurt, wanting to help centre you as you were taken to new heights by his friend.

You attempted to regain control of your breathing, panting loudly and with a whimper everytime Lewis smacked the fingers that he had fucked you with against your clit, with all purpose to drive your orgasm to last as long as possible. Both men soothed you through it in their own unique ways.

“Pretty girl, your pussy is soaked.” Abel spoke as he moved between your thighs for a closer look. “So wet it’s glistening.”

Your whole body arched off of Lewis’ as Abel couldn’t help himself but taste you. His tongue slowly lapped through your folds before he put it inside of you, wiggling it a little to really make you shudder.

“Nothing tastes sweeter than a pretty girl's pussy.” Abel gushed as he smirked up at you between your thighs.

You didn’t once stop whimpering, the aftershocks of your orgasm would not settle and Lewis could tell. He brought your lips up to his once more, sucking all of the very little oxygen you had left in you before he held your bottom lip between his lips.

You hadn’t even felt him reach underneath your body and pull himself out of his sweats but he had. You gasped as he smacked his incredibly thick dick against your still very sensitive pussy, soaking it in all of your juices.

“You want it?” Lewis asked with the most arrogant smirk on his face, he could tell by how much wetter you had gotten in an instant that you did.

“Please…”

“Did I fuck the manners out of you, beautiful?”

“No…sorry, please…I want to feel you, Sir.”

Lewis stretched your opening wide with just the tip and held it there, letting you get a taste of what was only moments away.

“Oh and by the way…I am the only Sir around here.”

His words lingered in a growl that was masked by the shriek you let out as he bottomed out in you in quick succession.

“Shit.” Lewis hissed as he tried to steady himself inside of you. As wide as he had stretched you, way beyond anything you had felt before, your walls choked him all the same. “Fuck this pussy is tight.”

Abel chuckled as he rose to his feet once more, having had a front row seat for Lewis filling the same pussy he had sucked on minutes before. Lewis started off slowly, in order to stop himself from finishing before he had even started, which allowed Abel to find your lips, now permanently parted in ecstasy, with his thumb once more.

“You look even prettier, full of a big dick.” He purred down at you as he watched how desperately you tried to hold his gaze whilst every stroke inside of you made your whole body shiver. “You know when you’ll look even prettier?”

You shook your head, and this time he allowed it. By the pawing at his own crotch, you could tell he was getting far too desperate to discipline you.

“Full with two dicks.” Abel brushed the moist head of his dick against your bottom lip. “Open wide for me, pretty girl.”

You were nothing but grateful to be a means of pure pleasure for both men as they used your holes for their own satisfaction. It was impossible to know where any of you began and ended, you all moved so in sync, your moans created the most perfect harmony. Never in your life before, and you knew probably never again, would you experience a high like it. It was electrifying, fulfilling and every bit as addictive as the most potent drug in the world.

Lewis let out a loud hiss as he felt you contract around him, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold back as your second orgasm approached, but he wasn’t going to stop anyway, the consequences of his actions were merely an afterthought.

Abel felt your moans intensify around his dick, each vibration sending waves of pleasure through his whole body, he knew the second you were about to peak, and exactly what you needed to heighten that moment.

As your second orgasm washed through your core and spread over your body like electricity, Lewis held himself deep inside of you as Abel pushed his dick all the way down your throat, so deep that your eyes flooded with tears. His groan was so animalistic as he felt the contractions of your throat.

“Holy fucking shit.” You cried out the second he pulled out of your mouth, letting you breathe once more.

“On your knees for us, beautiful.” Lewis ordered you as he nudged your thigh.

You did as you were told, despite the fact your vision was blurred and your legs practically jelly, you knelt before the men as they stroked themselves over you.

“Let’s see that pretty little tongue of yours.” Abel hissed at you.

You knelt bubbling with anticipation as you watched two of the most famous men in the world, stroke themselves to completion one after the other. Lewis came first, kneeling down slightly to make sure every last drop he had within him landed on your tongue, with the softest groan escaping his lips. Abel followed immediately after, he was less careful with where he landed, he covered your face in it as much as possible whilst his groan was more husk.

The two of them took a moment to regain their separate composure before their attentions were drawn back to you, still knelt where they had left you, still covered in cum of amounts worthy of a porn shoot.

Abel cupped your cheek once more, before he drew his thumb across your cheek, swiping his droplets into your mouth. This was his way of cleaning you up, and making sure he got to watch you swallow once more.

“I was wrong before.” His voice was even huskier than ever. “This…covered in cum, mascara running down your cheeks…this is when you look the prettiest.”

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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years

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Wicked Games V

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Avenger)

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: This is a 18+ series, MDI, mentions of cheating, swearing, angst and mending relationships.

A/N: This is the final part!! I know this took me a very long time, but this fic has been a big journey for me and I wanted to make sure I was happy with this before I posted it and I am so happy with how it's turned out. I know this ending won't be for everyone but I hope you can still enjoy it!

Dividers by the fantastic @firefly-graphics

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You rested your elbows against the fence that surrounded the Wilson’s property. Sunglasses shielding your eyes from the bright, burning sun that beat down onto your face. The light rays were like a warm hug enveloping your senses and preaching serenity to your body.

This was your favourite time of the day, the sun slowly driving down towards the edge of the water, the whole of Louisiana was engulfed in an orange hue. It was beautiful.

You took slow, deep breaths painfully aware that each inhale bought you a second closer to seeing the faces of the family you’d run away from.

You barely noticed Sam as he wandered over, he was so stealthy and your widow senses weren’t on high alert these days. He cleared his throat, capturing your attention and offered you a beer.

You smiled back at him, doing your best to imitate the lies of the sun, you were a picture of serenity on the surface. Underneath your heart was beating erratically in your chest, you were a mess.

You took the beer in your shaky hand and sipped it slowly, the cool condensation encased your palm mingling with the warm beads of sweat that dripped from your pores.

The sun slipped further down its slide, the end of the afternoon drawing to a close, taking you forced calmness with it.

Sam watched you silently, his eyes flickering between you and the water. A million questions teetered on the tip of his tongue but he was unwilling to disturb your peace, so he remained silent.

“You’re doing that thing again.” You pointed out with your eyes still firmly closed and a playful smirk resting on your lips.

“Doing what?” He laughed, taking another sip of his beer.

“Looking at me as if I’m about to shatter into a million pieces.” You stared straight into his brown eyes, quirking your eyebrow at him. “Just ask what you wanna ask.”

“I don’t like that you know me that well, Buttercup.” He scoffed, allowing a beat to pass before he opened his mouth again. “You ready for tonight?”

A humourless laugh slipped past your lips, “not even slightly.” You shook your head, feeling the anxiety rise within you. “But it’s too late to turn back now and uninvite everyone. Right?”

Sam’s laugh was drowned out immediately by the whooshing sound of quinjet landing. The gentle summer breeze transformed into a thrashing gust of wind that threatened to blow everything away. Your question was answered in a way he never could have.

Sam offered you a sympathetic smile, resting his hand over yours he squeezed it gently. “I’m gonna go say hi, come over when you’re ready.”

You nodded, watching as he walked over the group of Avengers that filled off the jet one by one. It was like watching your old life through the looking glass, what it would have been like if you’d never been a part of the team.

Seeing them now reminded you of all the good amongst the overwhelming bad and you missed every one of them.

You watched as they unloaded mountains of stuff from the quin jet and into the house, they were staying for one night and brought enough provisions for a month long stay. It had Steve’s name all over it.

You wanted to help, to catch up but fear kept your feet rooted in the ground, the long strings of green grass tied knots over your shoes.

Your eyes found Steve first, looking handsome and chiselled, just as perfect looking as always. He looked almost exactly the same as the last time you’d seen him, only now there was no anger and shame etched into his features.

Bucky was only a few steps behind his friend, moving gingerly as he carried two bulky bags off the jet and over to the house.

He looked different, he’d cut his hair since the last time you’d seen him. He stood a lot taller, more proud to be in the room than before.

Your heart stopped when his eyes flickered over into your direction, he offered you a friendly smile before disappearing into Sarah’s house. You smiled back at him but he had already moved away, he missed it.

Seeing his face, seeing no signs of anger or malice in his features calmed your senses. You were certain now, you could make it through this evening.

After all, you’d come so far since the last time you’d seen everyone. Two years away from everything had allowed you to grow, to become your own person.

That had been your intention when you’d moved to New York, but being with Bucky and living in your respective trauma’s had gotten in your way. You couldn’t move on when you were too wrapped up in pain and familiarity.

The time and space from him and the city gave you the tools to let go and move on.

There was something special about Delacroux. The quiet, muggy air was more breathable than the dusty smog that blanketed New York. The laid back, tight knit community welcomed you in with open arms, their kindness kept you here way longer than you’d originally intended.

The night that Sam had brought you to his childhood home, you’d been a complete wreck, body trembling as you sobbed quietly into the suit jacket he’d laid over your shoulders.

You barely remember anything about the flight from New York to Louisiana, your mind had shut down, shame consumed you in every possible way.

He led you softly from the jet to the house, the light drizzle in the air clung to your body. He didn’t knock, just unlocked the door and pushed you over the threshold in the most gentle way.

His sister descended down the stairs with a basket of clothes in her hands. You could feel her eyes on you, scanning over the crumpled red dress hanging on your body, you ruined hair and make up, no shoes on your feet.

You were an absolute mess and you knew it.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor, you thought if you looked her in the eyes she’d know the ugly truth, about all the horrible things you’d done in your life and kick you out.

You couldn’t bear to see another person look at you the way that Steve had in the lab.

She and Sam remained silent for the longest time, sharing a wordless conversation between their brown eyes.

“Your room is already made up for next week.” She uttered softly, stepping out of the way and Sam led you upstairs. You muttered a soft, broken thank you as you passed her by.

You showered and changed into some of the comfy clothes you’d managed to stuff into your bag as you made your escape. You sat down on the bed with a soft huff, the weight of the evening dragging you down.

A few tears slipped from your eyes just as Sam knocked the door and entered the room with a steaming cup of herbal tea.

“Thought you could use something to calm your nerves a little bit, let me know if you’d prefer something stronger, I got a bottle of Louisiana’s best bourbon downstairs too.”

A small laugh escaped your lungs, you managed to muster a small smile for the first time in hours. “This will do, thank you.”

He placed the mug on the bedside table and sat down next to you, the single bed dipped under his weight. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Sam scrambled for a way to distract you. “You know, you’re the first girl that has ever seen this room.”

You looked up at him in disbelief, “you’re lying!”

“Nope. My mom had a strict no girls in the bedroom policy, she was terrified of being a young grandma.”

Your bleary eyes scanned around the room and sighed softly, your heartbeat slowly down, breathing becoming more controlled.

“Well I’m honoured to be the first girl in here, although I’m sure you imagined this moment going a bit differently.” You murmured, bringing the mug of tea to your lips and sipping the hot liquid.

“Not a chance, this is exactly how I imagined it would go.” He flashed you his signature smile as you crawled backwards, resting your back against the wall. The sound of light rain hitting the window seal soothed your sad mind.

“Sarah said you can stay here as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, the uncertainty evident in the barely audible words.

“Look, I know you won’t be planning on sticking around longer than a few days, but just consider staying the week.” He turned to face you, “the people are welcoming and don’t pry into people’s lives. I’ll be back at the end of the week for my nephew’s birthday.”

“I’ll stay for a little while, I promise.” You nodded, too exhausted to think of anything except sleep.

“Good. I gotta get back to New York.”

“I know.” Your lips wobbled, the thought of being left alone now felt like the scariest thing in the world.

Sam noticed the way the change in your demeanour and signalled for you to his open arms. You settled into his arms, head resting on his shoulder as he ran his hands up and down your back softly.

“I know this feels bad right now Buttercup, but you’ve fought off worse than a broken heart. You’re the strongest person I know, you’re gonna get through this.”

You scoffed, smiling at him. “You liar, we work with gods and super soldiers, I’m not the strongest person you know.”

“I know, but it got a smile outta you and that was the real goal.”

“I’ll see you in a week.”

You stayed the week and when he came back a month later, you were still there.

On his third visit home, you’d begun helping Sarah with the seafood business. You enjoy having a routine again and it was the only way you could help out as she refused to take a penny from you to pay the bills.

After five months you’d begun renting a small place near the docks from Miss Loretta, the town’s matriarch. The house wasn’t anything special, it was a quaint one bedroom house that was in need of some love, but you were given free reign to fix it up and decorate it any way you liked.

You’d begun creating a life yourself, Sarah introduced you to her friend, who in turn became your friends. You loved working on the docks, the hustle and bustle was similar to New York. You’d even started looking after AJ and Cass when Sarah needed a break, not that she’d ever admit she needed it.

It took you nearly a year before you started to work through everything that had happened in New York. The real difference between your life in Delacroux was how much time you spent alone. You could only ignore the issues you’d pushed down for a short time before they forced themselves back up.

You shed so many tears that you could have flooded downstairs. You ruined the furniture that you'd bought for your new house in a fit of anger. You laughed hysterically at how ridiculous everything had become.

You went through every emotion until you were empty, until it finally started to feel better.

And one day, you sat down to write three letters that would never been seen by anyone other than you.

You wrote one for Steve, apologising for leading him on and for what he’d witnessed the night of the party.

You wrote your second letter to Bucky’s girlfriend apologising for the hurt you’d caused her, for taking Bucky away from her and ruining their relationship. For hating her for having him first and still sleeping with him.

The third and final letter you wrote was for Bucky and it was by far the hardest. You poured your heart out onto pages of blank pieces of paper, freeing yourself from all of the hurt you both caused.

It was the hardest thing you’d done, but it allowed you to move on and let go. With every passing day since you wrote the letter you missed him less and less.

You knew you’d always love him, but you weren’t going to allow him and your relationship to hold you back anymore.

You’d been so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Steve making his way over to you until he was standing in front of you, smiling down at you.

“Hey, stranger, you weren’t going to come and wish me a Happy Birthday?” He embraced you as though no time had passed, not a single drop of bad blood spilled between you.

“Hi Steve.” You uttered, wrapping your arms around his waist tentatively. “I was just knocking back some liquid courage before I braved it.”

“You don’t need to do that with me, Sweetheart. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You smiled up at him, staring at him curiously but you didn’t comment on it, moving the conversation on. “I have a little present for you inside.”

“Yeah?”

“Hmm… It’s a tub of old man Wither’s barbecue seasoning, Sam mentioned you loved it.”

“Best present ever.”

A wave of silence washed over the two of you and you cringed looking away from him as the air soured with awkwardness. The elephant in the room stomped its foot loudly against the mud.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, wincing as the words left your lips.

“You haven’t got anything to apologise for.” Steve held his hand up to stop you from continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, that night was rough, but it opened my eyes to a lot of things. I spent months projecting my feelings onto you and I think deep down I knew you didn’t feel that way about me.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.” You said again but he shook his head at you.

“Nothing to apologise for, remember, I was in the wrong too, although I have to say I was surprised.”

“It wasn’t the way I intended for that night to go.”

“You or anyone else, I think.” He motioned his head turning in Bucky’s direction. “Everyone misses you, but I have to say Louisiana does look good on you.”

You sighed contently, looking over the plains of water sitting perfectly still as the remains of the sunlight sparkled off the lake. “It’s the most at home I’ve ever felt in my life. I really worked through so much out here in the peace and quiet.”

“Yeah I spent a week out here a few years back and there’s nothing like it. This little town is special.”

“Hmmm. I miss you all too, you know.” you smiled wistfully. “I needed time but I think, I mean I want to come back, if you’ll have me?”

“You never needed to even ask sweetheart, you’ll always have a place in the team. Whenever you’re ready to return, there’ll be a space for you.”

You casted your eyes over the group as they built a bonfire in the middle of the front garden. Sam had started up the barbeque on the front porch as Sarah carried out food from the kitchen.

Everyone was preoccupied setting things up, except for Bucky who was chasing Cass around the bonfire, whilst AJ clung to his back, urging him after his brother.

The whole scene brought a smile to your face, as AJ called your name and waved at you, his other hand firmly choking Bucky’s neck as he held on for dear life. You waved back at him, your eyes tentatively connecting with Bucky’s before you both looked away.

“You gonna talk to him?” Steve pulled you back into the conversation, staring down you with a knowing smile on his face.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“You know when you’re back in New York he’s gonna be there.”

“I know, but I’m just not sure I’m ready to open that can of worms just yet, I’ve worked so hard to get to a place where I’m happy.”

“So has he, he’s worked for the last two years to better himself, he’s a different person now.”

You remained quiet as Steve studied your face, as you chanced another glance in Bucky’s direction. “All that time apart, all the work you’ve done and you’re still head over heels for one another.”

“How could you know that Steve, we’ve not spoken in two years.”

“Don’t try to deny this, Sweetheart.”

“I’m not denying anything.” He offered a pointed look, smirk resting irritatingly on his lips. “Okay I was trying to deny it, but so much has happened, most of it bad. How could we ever move past that?”

“How will you ever know if you can move past it, if you don’t try?” He asked, allowing the question to wash over you before continuing.

“You and Bucky share a deep bond, one that would take a lifetime to move on from. I know what I’m talking about okay.” Steve looked you dead in the eyes, no signs of jest. “Yes that love might burn bright and so intensely, sometimes that means it can’t work out, but there’s a reason you’ve always found a way back to one another, I don’t think you should ignore that.”

“He really told you everything, huh?”

“The whole story.”

You nodded slowly, eyes catching him lying flat in the grass, heavy breaths passing his breath as AJ continued to climb over him.

Sam called everyone over for the first round of food, pulling your gaze from him and you peered up at Steve’s frame and pulled him into another hug, this one significantly less awkward than the last one.

“Thank you, now let’s go celebrate your birthday.”

The conversation you’d shared with Steve stuck with you all evening. It was there as you pushed yourself into the eye of the storm and caught up with everyone.

It was there when you were eating your food and even when you drank a few beers. It sat on your shoulder and whispered the words into your ear over and over.

You hadn’t approached him yet and he never attempted to make the first move. You were terrified if you stepped over the invisible barrier between you, he’d run away and you’d never see him again. You weren’t aware he was feeling the exact same way.

By nine, everyone had split off into their own little groups around the campfire, you were sandwiched between Sam and Wanda, snuggled up under a blanket as you chomped down on an oozing smore.

Bucky sat opposite you with Steve and Natasha, the orange hue of the crackling fire illuminated his soft blue eyes.

Despite the distractions that your friends bought you both, you and Bucky kept exchanging vague glances.

You’ve noticed the change in him, he was open with everyone, chatting and smiling. Steve’s words swirled round in your brain, over and over pushing you to take the plunge and forcing you to think of the last time you’d spoken.

The week that Sam had left you alone with Sarah was one of the worst weeks you’d ever experienced. You hadn’t realised how difficult it would be to mend your broken heart until Sam had left you.

It was a week of sleepless nights, you barely left Sam’s room except to use the bathroom. Sarah silently accepted that you weren’t ready to leave the room and join the three of them for food, so each morning and evening she deposited some food outside the door for you.

By Saturday, you were going stir crazy sitting in the same four walls and you forced yourself into the shower. You changed into a fresh set of clothes and ventured downstairs for the first time since the day you’d arrived.

Sam met you at the bottom of the staircase, a gentle smile adorning his lips. “Good to see you up and about.”

“Just about.” You croaked, offering him a sad smile in return.

They didn’t expect you to join them for the party so you wandered in the woods around the house. You didn’t want to get in their way.

The peaceful sound of Delacroux wrapped around you comfortably, it was a stark contrast to the loud, angry hum of New York city.

Your peaceful walk was interrupted, the sound of a twig snapping under feet closing in on you. You whipped around, heart racing as you scanned the area. You half expected it to be Sam, calling you back to the house, but it wasn't him.

Bucky emerged from behind a tall tree, hands up, waving his white flag before you as his swollen red eyes pleaded for forgiveness

“What are you doing here?” You asked, hating the way your voice cracked as you spoke, the lump in your throat rose, tears glistened in your eyes.

He didn’t answer, looking at you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Tentatively he took a few steps towards you, but you followed suit and stepped further away.

“How did you find me?” You pleaded, tears slipped down your cheeks.

He hung his head sullenly, “Sam has taken two trips to this place in the last week, I had a feeling as there were no missing jets that he helped you hide. I slipped onto the jet when he wasn’t looking.”

“Why?”

“Because I needed to see you, needed to hear your voice, to convince you to come home.”

“I can’t come back, Bucky.”

“Yes you can and you will.”

“Don’t you need to rush back to your girlfriend.”

“It’s over, for real. I ended it that night and I know I was a coward. I should've ended it sooner. You’re the one for me, you’ve always been it for me.”

You shook your head at him. “No, it's too late. You should’ve done this months ago. It’s too late…”

“No it’s not, you can’t leave us behind.” He strutted towards you, desperate to feel you close to him.

“Us?”

“Alpine has been staying in my room since you left.” He grabbed ahold of your hand. “We need you.”

His words tugged on your heartstrings, his overwhelmingly familiar scent flooded your nostrils as you inched closer to him. You’d been so desperate to feel him for days and now he was stood in front of you, offering everything you’d ever asked of him.

“Please baby, I’m here and I love you.” He whispered as he wrapped his hand around your waist, his metal fingers stroked your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that rolled down your cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered shut, soft stuttered breaths fell from your lips as he continued his pleas. He begged you to give yourself over to him, but you’d already done that years ago.

He leant in close, his lips grazing yours as his nose bumped into yours. You lost yourself all over again, allowing Bucky to consume every part of you as you chased his lips hungrily.

His lips moved against yours, needily exploring your mouth with his tongue as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

His fingertips trailed under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and feeling your soft skin against his. He backed you up against the nearest tree trunk, your body thudded against the wood.

The accidental hit you took to your was the wake up call that pulled you from the depths of pleasure. Your heart screamed at you to keep kissing him, your head told you to stop.

You listened to your head and pushed Bucky away from you. “No! This has to stop, it’s not fair. I can’t think clearly when you’re near me.” You cried at him, watching the shock travel over his face.

He opened his mouth to speak but you got there first. “Look, thank you for looking after Alpine. I really appreciate it, but right now I can’t be near you.”

“But-”

“No Bucky! You need to go home, I need to stay here. I need a life that’s not dictated and consumed by thoughts of you, I need to know who I am.”

‘If we ever have a chance of being around each other in the future then I need to move on without you clouding my vision.

‘Neither of us know who we are outside of this toxic relationship, if you can even call it that. It’s why we keep coming back to one another because we don’t know anything different and we keep hurting people. I can’t handle that anymore, it’s killing me.”

Bucky remained silent. He knew you were right, even though he didn’t want to admit it, because he didn't want to give you up.

“Okay, you’re right.” He sighed, closing the gap between you for the final time and wrapping you up in his arms. You hugged him back, knowing it could be for the last time. You knew he’d actually heard you.

“I’ll always love you, please never forget that.” You muttered as you slipped from his strong hold and back towards the house, leaving him behind once again.

He knew you meant what you said, he knew because he would always love you too.

You knew he’d been working on himself just like you had. You could see it and you were so proud of him, just as you were of yourself.

Fireworks erupted over the lake, pulling everyone over to watch them. The whole team filtered over there, except for you. You remained sitting for another moment, watching as Bucky wandered over to the loud display.

He stood tentatively at the edge of the group, keeping as much distance between him and the fireworks. You knew he hated them.

You pulled yourself up, releasing a shaky breath as you made your way over to the group, sneaking up beside him.

“So how’s my cat doing?” You asked softly between two sets of fizzing noises shooting up into the air and erupting into bright pink and blue sparks.

His eyes seemed relieved to find you beside him, easing his tension as he felt the gun shots in his body from every firework that went off.

He smiled at you, “good, probably scaling some building in Brooklyn right now as we speak even though all my windows are locked.”

You laughed loudly, smiling widely at the thought of your cat. “Yeah, Alpine doesn’t really care for locks.”

“Don’t I know it. I just can’t work out how he gets past them.”

“I think it’s easier if you don’t worry about why, you’ll just end up with a headache.”

Bucky could barely hear the fireworks with you stood beside him, he was grateful for the distraction.

You watched him curiously, admiring the immediate changes you could see in him. Two years ago, Bucky would never have considered having an animal near him, now he was raving about your fluffy white cat.

You realised you’d been staring at one another for far too long and cleared your throat. “You wanna go for a walk, get away from the fireworks.” You asked, happy when he nodded and moved down the path towards the woods.

You walked quietly beside one another as your mind raced, trying to find something to say but no words seemed to fit.

“How’ve you been?” Bucky asked, his fingers lightly brushing over yours as his arm swung by his side.

“Good, you?”

“Yeah, good.”

Everything went silent again, the low crack and whizz of the distant fireworks filling the air with tension. You were both terrified to speak again, to burst the friendly bubble.

“I’m thinking of coming back to New York.”

“I’m thinking of getting away from New York for a while.” Bucky said, as you spoke at the same time. “Wait, you’re thinking of coming back?”

“Yeah,” You laughed nervously, “and you’re leaving.”

Bucky scoffed, stopping in his tracks to look down at you. “Well, our timing is perfect as always.”

You tentatively took his hand in yours, running your fingertips over the top side of his hand. “Someone told me very recently that there’s a reason we seem to always find a way back to one another.”

He stepped closer to you, lacing his fingers with yours, “and we can’t ignore that kind of love. Yeah, I got the same talk too, actually it’s all I’ve heard for weeks.”

“That doesn’t really surprise me. Steve’s very persistent when he sets his sights on something.”

“Sam too, honestly they’re insufferable sometimes.” You laughed at him.

“Sooooo where do we go from here?”

Bucky studied your face, stepping closer to you. You were so close to one another, hands intertwined as you stared deeply into each other’s eyes. His Adam's apple strained against his throat as he swallowed a breath.

“I’d like to start over, if you’re willing. Do it properly this time, treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” He breathed shakily as the words slipped past his tongue.

“I’d really like that.” You muttered, closing the distance between you as pressed your lips to his gently. His lips felt like heaven, but this time you had no guilt to weigh you down as your lips met.

You pulled back, “So what’s this trip you’re thinking of taking?” You asked as you wandered off further into the woods. Bucky remained planted in the same spot as his fingers traced over his lips still feeling your lips on his.

“Bucky, you alright?” You asked, turning back to look at him.

His eyes met yours, worry filled you for a second as you thought you may have overstepped. You opened your mouth to speak but he held his hand up to stop you.

“One second.” He uttered, closing the distance between you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body into his and crushed his lips onto yours.

One taste of you had left him a starving man, it was like you’d awoken him from a deep sleep. He’d fixed himself in every way possible, but his life was still missing you, he needed you.

He smiled when he felt you melt into the kiss, moving your lips against his. You clutched his t-shirt between your fingers keeping him close to you. When he pulled away from you, you breathed heavily, smiling at one another.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, baby.” He uttered as he reconnected your lips once again.

Fin.

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