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Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons Chapter 2

A slightly shorter chapter...much more to come! Any Viking/Norse words were found on Google, so if it's incorrect please educate me!!

Viking!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut, abuse, violence, animal attack, blood

The morning sun shown on her face, waking her slowly.  She was no longer being held and she begrudgingly opened her eyes to the bright light.  She sat up and looked around.  No one was sleeping next to her, the men and Bucky had gone back to their rowing tasks or milling about the ship, passing out food and water to the others.  She stretched her arms and legs then rubbed her face.  The other ships were still next to theirs, never missing a beat.

“Ah, you’re up,” Bucky said, walking over to her.  He held out some bread, some kind of meat jerky, berries and a canteen to her.  “I know it’s not exactly a royal feast, but it’s the best we’ve got for now.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled at him as she took the offering.  Bucky sat next to her as she chewed on the meat first.  

“Did you sleep well?” Bucky ventured a conversation with her.

“I did, thank you.  I’m sorry if I woke you,” Y/N said sheepishly.

“It’s alright,” Bucky smirked.  He held up his metal arm.  “It’s a bit strange, I know.”

Y/N watched his arm as it shifted when he moved.  “Do you mind me asking–”

“How I got it?  How it was made? What happened to my arm?” he flashed a lopsided smile at her.  “I lost my arm in a battle ten years ago.  The healers melted a special metal from swords given to us by a friendly country in Alkebulan called Wakanda.  They used it and some magic to create this,” he wiggled his metal fingers and flicked the arm with his flesh fingers, “and adhered it to my body.”

“That all sounds very painful,” Y/N said, looking concerned.

“It was,” Bucky said.  “But at least I have an arm back.  It still functions as a regular arm, but it’s nearly indestructible, stronger than my normal one. I could crush a man’s skull with just this,” he held his hand out to her.  She looked at it with a mix of wonder and horror.  The black plates and the gold inner workings glittered in the sunlight.  

“It is strangely beautiful,” Y/N said wistfully.  

“I think I’ll keep it,” he joked, nudging her shoulder.  Y/N snorted at him as she drank from the canteen.

The routine stayed about the same each day of the journey until the last day.  Y/N woke up suddenly that morning, her body wide awake.  Her eyes searched the horizon as she felt a strange pull coming from the direction they were heading.  

“What?  What is it?” Bucky stirred as she shot up out of the furs.  Y/N walked down the length of the boat, avoiding the oars and the men’s elbows and shoulders as she reached the other side.  She held onto the side of the bow with one hand, the other reaching out into thin air.  “What are you doing?” Bucky grunted as he followed her to the front.  He watched the green light glow from her hand, and as it grew, glowing green veins of light seeped through the ocean towards whatever was beyond the hazy horizon.

“Land ho!” one of the men called.

Y/N felt hot tears trail down her face as she laughed.  She could feel the power, the magic, flowing to her from the land beyond.  “You said you had magic at home,” she whispered as the veins seemed to rise up and lick around her fingers.

Bucky watched on in awe.  “I-I did.”

“I can feel it,” Y/N breathed as she closed her palm, the green disappearing.  “It’s…ancient.”  She turned to Bucky as a wide smile spread across her face.  “It feels like home.”

Bucky took her hands into his and raised them to his mouth, kissing each finger softly.  “Welcome home Drottning.”

The people met them at the shore, singing what sounded like victorious tunes and chants, helping to pull the ships in and unload the spoils.   Once she was escorted off the boat the people seemed to hush as they watched her walk along the rocky beach.  Bucky brought her over to a grassy knoll that had stones facing up in a circle, rising tall above them pointing towards the sky.  Markings were carved into the stones, and in the middle of the area was a ring of small white rocks.  Y/N could feel the energy around her, her fingertips glowing green and occasional sparkles falling from them and into the earth, making the grass sway with her as she walked.  

Standing near the circle was an older woman.  Her long white and gray hair was braided and styled intricately, a headdress made of bent twigs, feathers and an animal skull atop her head.  She wore a long, white linen dress that was layered with a sandy colored pelt held together with more bones and fabric.  She held a long staff in her hand.  Her face was covered in a kind of white makeup across her eyes and red splotches on her forehead and her chin.  Y/N had never seen anything like it before and ogled the woman as they approached.

“Modir,” Bucky greeted her, bowing his head and then making a motion with his hands like he was splashing his face and head with water.  The woman did the same back to him before walking up to him and holding his face in her hands for a moment.

“You bring us peace…and a gift,” the woman stated, looking towards Y/N.

“I believe so,” he smiled at her.  He then walked behind Y/N, pushing her forward towards the woman.  “Y/N, this is my mother, Winnifred Brynhilde Barnes.  She is our Volve, or seer.”

Y/N did as Bucky had and bowed her head, mimicking the motion with her hands.  “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”  Winnifred studied her for a moment before cupping Y/N’s face in her hands.  Y/N stood still, recognizing the same piercing blue eyes of her son.

“Yes…” Winnifred’s hands shook as her eyes glazed over as she stared at Y/N.  “She is one of the lost daughters of Freya.”  Bucky and many of the people surrounding them gasped audibly.  “My child,” Winnifred’s eyes cleared as she gazed at Y/N.  “Your power is from Freya, the goddess of love, beauty, fertility, even war, death, wealth, and magic,” she smiled warmly at her.  “Through the years of war we lost those with your power to the English, during one of the many raids I suspect.  But you have survived, even into the royal family.  Your power could never grow there,” she explained, seeing the question in Y/N’s face, “because it was lost to them long ago.  You freed Thor who told us about the English witch, and James recognized the gift and brought you home to us.”  Y/N didn’t know why, but she felt a strong emotional reaction to Winnifred’s words.  “Come to the circle, my child, and claim your home.”  She led Y/N over to the circle of white rocks.  Winnifred stopped at the edge of the circle and gestured for Y/N to enter it.

Y/N stepped into the circle and stood in the middle of it.  She looked at Winnifred for instruction.  “Show us,” Winnifred encouraged her.  Y/N took a deep breath, unsure of what to do.  She glanced at Bucky standing behind his mother watching her.  He gave her his signature smirk and a nod of his head.  Y/N lifted her hands and looked down at them.  She flattened her fingers and let the power run through her.  It glowed in her palms and then did the same veiny pattern as it seemed to leak from her fingertips into the ground below.  Once the power hit the soil it pulsed like a heartbeat, and small purple flowers began springing up from the area around her feet.  Y/N’s eyes widened as she watched it.  She could feel the earth, feel the blades of grass, feel the trees swaying in the wind, could even hear the wind speaking to her in little whispers of delight.  She laughed and bent down and dug her fingers into the dirt.  A deep vibrating hum erupted from the ground beneath them.  It was winter in Danmark and yet as her power seeped into the earth the snow started melting around them, the leaves started sprouting on the trees and flowers popped up early.  The grass was greener and fuller, the wind warmer, and there was a groaning sound as rocks moved into their rightful places from where they’d fallen, the large stones around the circle that were starting to crumble suddenly being made whole again.  

The power even seeped into the surrounding people. The men who had been hurt in battle suddenly healed quickly and the ailments others had been suffering from for years lessened.  Bucky’s arm whirred as the power met him, the scarring along the area where it had been attached to his flesh mending better than the healers had been able to, and the heaviness of the arm seemed to lessen, the strain on his back disappearing and making him feel lighter than he had in years.  Winnifred’s aged back straightened right in front of him.  He watched in astonishment at the true power his new wife held.

Y/N was crying hard now as she felt the pulses of euphoria through her entire body.  Her parents had tried to dim her light, to squash her power, make her feel small and unwanted, like a tool, and yet she was so much more.  The acceptance from Bucky’s people, from him, from this new land, had her feeling like she was floating as she healed not just the earth and its people, but herself.

She pulled her fingers out of the earth and clutched her hands to her chest, the wind dying down as the power receded back into her hands.  She sobbed heavily at the pure freedom she felt.  Bucky walked towards her and kneeled in front of her.  He pulled her hands away and cleaned off her fingers with his coat, then did as he had done on the ship and brought them each to his mouth, kissing them fondly.  His eyes were teary as he smiled at her.  “My Drottning, my Asynja.”

Y/N gave him a puzzled look.  “My queen, my goddess,” he whispered.

Winnifred kneeled before her.  “Come, Drottning, we must bring you to the hof.”

**picture is A.I. from Pinterest, unknown original "artist" or "creator"**

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Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons Chapter 1

Here's the new story! I hope y'all like it.

Viking!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut, abuse, violence, animal attack, blood

The New Year was upon them.  The castle was bustling with maids and squires decorating and scrambling to get everything ready in time. The halls were filled up with garlands, pinecones, dried oranges, berries, and candles lit every ten feet.  A large tree had been hauled into the great hall during Christmas Time and decorated with the same oranges, berries and pinecones, as well as ornamental pieces that shone through the branches in the candlelight.  The last seasonal ball was to be held in a few days time, and the noble families from all over the Isles had traveled in to be part of the festivities.

Princess Y/N watched the chaos in boredom as her little brother Prince Alfred, or Alfie,  ran around the room with a stream of ribbon in hand, singing holiday songs at the top of his lungs.  As much as she loved and adored him their age difference was definitely apparent during these moments.  “I watched three ships come sailing in on Christmas day on Christmas day…”

“Alfie if you sing that wretched song one more time I will–”

“You will do nothing,” her mother, Queen Eugenia interrupted as she walked into the great hall to inspect the decorations.  “After all these years of training, you still resort to violence, you ridiculous child.”

“And you still call me a child when I near my thirtieth year, Mother,” Y/N spat back.  “Perhaps my penchant for violence comes from my frustration with said training and the constant degradation of my age and ability.”

“Your petulance and independence has made you unmarriable and therefore a thorn in my side,” Eugenia sighed.  

“There have been no, as you and Father called them, “suitable” suitors to marry me off to, Mother.  And this,” she held out her hand, opening her palm, wherein a green orb of light appeared, “scares you both to death.”

“Put your hand away!” Eugenia ran over and slapped Y/N’s hand down before anyone could see.  “Stop being so careless!”

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Yes, Mother.”

Eugenia sat next to her.  “You will attend tonight’s ball, dressed appropriately, with a smile on your ungrateful face and nothing but patient, polite mannerisms escaping that mouth of yours.  And you will not play tricks,” she looked pointedly at Y/N’s hands.

Y/N glared at her.  “Yes, Mother.”

Eugenia sighed again.  “Go get ready.”

Y/N left the great hall as Alfie continued singing away.  Her lady’s maid followed her as she roamed the halls towards her room.  The only ones who knew about her ability were her family, the royal advisory court and her lady’s maid.  No one had been able to figure out what to do with it.  She didn’t have a handle on it, either.  She could manipulate objects and people’s bodies to move how she wanted, heal minor injuries, and when touching someone she was able to see their thoughts and feel their feelings.  She could feel that there was something more to it, that her power had the potential to grow, and yet she and her ability had been tamped down so heavily from the moment she first started exhibiting it that she was unable to truly hone it and see what she was capable of.  The advisors had researched their history and fairy tale books extensively and could not find a rhyme or reason as to why she had this power.  The only reason she had not been burned at the stake as a witch was because her father thought it could be useful to him and his never ending battle against the Norsemen.

Y/N had only seen one Norseman in her entire life.  Her father had captured one after a horrible battle and brought him back from the battlefield.  He was what they called a Berserker, a Norseman warrior that would lose all sense of self-preservation and run into battle like a feral animal, like they were out of their minds and drunk with bloodlust.  Her father had put them in a room together, separated by a line of thin prison bars.  The Norseman didn’t try to attack her, just watched her intently.  Her father told her to try her powers on him, see what she could make him do.  Y/N had refused, so her father flogged her to try and make her submit.  The Norseman had become so incensed by her father’s mistreatment that he had broken through the bars, bending them like they were butter, and just as he was about to lay his hands on her father she threw her hands up.  The Norseman was encircled in the green light, stopping him midair.  Her father gave the first genuine smile towards her she had seen in years.  

The guards had shackled him and took him away shortly after that.  The look in his eyes as they dragged him away was one of shock and betrayal.  Y/N couldn’t stand it, and that night snuck through the castle to the dungeon.  She had found secret passages as a child that she used regularly, and slipped through undetected.  She stole the keys and found his cell.  He was awake, and when he heard the jingle of the keys he looked up at her.  His eyes widened and he scurried towards the farthest wall from her.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Y/N had whispered, holding her hands up.  He watched her carefully as she unlocked the door and swung it open.  She had stepped away, giving him room to leave.  He had slowly walked out of the cell, watching her constantly.  He stepped away towards the nearest exiting door.  “Run,” she whispered as she backed away from him, keeping her hands up.

He stopped for a moment.  He cleared his throat and asked in perfect English, “Are you a witch?”

Y/N had blinked at him in surprise.  “I…I don’t know,” she answered honestly.  This man could kill her in a second without making a sound, and yet he merely nodded.  “Thank you, Drottning,” he bowed his head to her then ran off towards the door.

Y/N had never seen or heard from him again.  The castle had been abuzz with confusion and fear upon finding him missing the next morning, but they ultimately decided that the barbarian had his ways and wasn’t worth pursuing. 

Y/N had never trusted her father again after that day, and had steered clear of him whenever and however she could.  He only wanted her for her power and what it could do for him.  He didn’t love her, he didn’t love Alfie.  He was a true English King, hoarding power and wealth wherever he could.

Y/N dressed in her holiday best for the ball and begrudgingly entered the great hall later that night.  The party was in full swing, nobles dancing together as the music played, the King and Queen laughing madly at the jester performing in front of them.  The wine was flowing, making the crowd more rowdy by the second.  As Y/N ascended the stage where the King and Queen sat she saw two short legs poking out and found Alfie hiding behind the Queen’s wide throne chair.  She quickly walked over and pulled him into her arms.  “What are you doing here, Alfie?  It’s late, and this is no place for a young boy,” she scolded him.

“Papa said I had to be here, because I’m to be king, and this is what kings do,” he mumbled.  Y/N glared over at her father, who was drinking himself into a stupor.  Alfie was a mere 11 years old, and already her father was trying to sink his dirty claws into the little boy’s mind and heart.

“No, Alfie, this is not how kings should act,” Y/N reassured him as she ran her fingers through his hair.  “Let’s get you to bed.”

Suddenly there was a loud bang and a whistling as wind whipped through the hall from where the front doors burst open.  A thunderous roar from what seemed like hundreds of men swarming the hall filled the room, echoing through the high ceilings and making Alfie cover his ears.  Y/N held him close as she huddled behind the throne, concealing him and herself as best as possible.  There were shouts and screams from the nobles as the men started to cut many of them down, pushing and beating others as they made their way to the stage.

The King and Queen sat in shocked silence as they watched their guards and nobles die or be captured around them.  Y/N glanced around looking for an escape and saw men standing in the higher windows, pointing arrows at the royals.  She knew they were seen and so any attempt to run would be met with death.  

Heavy footsteps walked up the stage steps, and before she could even move large hands were hefting her and Alfie from behind the chair.  They ripped Alfie from her arms and she screamed, trying to get ahold of him again as he cried and tried to grab for her.  Y/N’s body was wrenched around and she came face to face with a familiar looking man.

“Hello, Drottning, remember me?” the Norseman from years earlier smiled at her.

“You!” Y/N breathed as her eyes widened.

The Norseman chuckled as he led her to the front of the stage to stand next to her Mother and Father who sat dumbfounded on their thrones, Alfie on the other side of them being held back by another man.  Y/N looked around and even through her fear was struck by the attractive nature of these men.  Most of them were spattered in blood and sweat from fighting, and yet she had never seen so many handsome men.  The yelling started to die down as one Norseman walked forward, assumedly the leader, the rest of them parting to let him through.  The one approaching her and her family was easily one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life.  His long, dark brown hair was half tied back with braids that had ornaments of beads and metal cuffs attached to them.  His full beard was cut neatly and framed his pink lips, which were stretched into a menacing smirk.  His blue eyes shone bright like the ocean just after a storm, and she could see the mischievous glint in them as he scanned the family.  He was covered in Norse battle gear from just under his jaw to his feet, a large sheathed sword on his right side and a war hammer at his left.  His left arm was bare, and upon further inspection Y/N realized it wasn’t flesh, but some kind of metal, yet it looked and functioned like a normal arm.  He was huge, like all the other men, tall and broad.  His eyes settled on her and he appraised her, giving her a long look up and down.  Y/N straightened herself under his stare, refusing to bow or show weakness to him.  His smirk deepened at her as he looked back at her parents.

“King Henry, Queen Eugenia,” he greeted them in a deep, booming voice.  “I am James Barnes, Jarl of the Danes, or Norsemen as you like to call us.”  He nonchalantly took a half eaten pastry off the table closest to him and popped it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.  “What a lovely party.  We missed our invitation,” he said with a sly smile, making his men laugh heartily around him.

Henry just couldn’t help himself as he stood up.  “You aren’t wanted, heathens!  Leave immediately!”

“Now now, Henry, is that any way to speak to the ones who have conquered you?” James admonished him.  “I’ve come to make peace, and you want to scream insults?”

Y/N silently gasped.  Peace?  With the Norsemen?  

“Make peace?  While you murder my nobles and threaten my family?  That’s preposterous,” Henry scoffed.  Y/N glared at her father, silently wishing for him to shut up.

“Well you could either choose peace, or watch the rest of your nobles and your family die, starting with your heir,” James threatened, glancing at Alfie.  Y/N squirmed against the Norseman behind her at the threat.  “And we’ll make some stops along the way to some of your most prosperous cities and take what we need.  The choice is yours.”

“That’s no choice!” Henry yelled and then started to move towards James.  “You wretched, barbaric–”

A whistle sounded through the hall as an arrow was loosed.  It flew straight towards Alfie’s chest.  Y/N’s hand yanked out of the Norseman’s hand that was holding her and stretched toward her brother as she screamed, “NO!”

The arrow stopped, hovering right in front of Alfie’s heart, surrounded by the green light.  The men gasped, James staring at Y/N with an awestruck smile on his face.  “So it’s true,” he whispered.  Y/N flicked her wrist and the arrow went flying towards the wall and shattered.  Before she could even drop her hand James was in front of her.  He looked at the Norseman holding her back and nodded to him.  “Thor, is this the English witch of royal blood who freed you?”

The man behind her nodded and lightly shoved her into his arms.  James held her by her arms and looked down at her.  “What’s your name, Princess?”

Y/N could only stare at his bright blue eyes, her heart hammering in her chest at exposing herself and her ability.  “Y/N,” she whispered.  

“Y/N,” he repeated it like it was a prayer.  “I’ve been talking to the wrong person.”  He pulled her forward to face her family.  “Henry, you’ve been hiding something,” he chuckled as he plopped his chin on her shoulder so they were cheek to cheek and ran his fingers up and down her arms, the metal ones sending chills up her spine.  “She’s the one with power, not you.”  Henry glared at her, a hateful look on his face.  “Oh, I see,” James’ voice became sharper.  “You feel threatened by her, so you’ve hid her away, stomped on her potential to grow,” Y/N was nearly shaking as she felt the adrenaline rush through her.  “She’s a goddess among you pathetic royals,” he kissed the side of her head, “and you wanted to reduce her to a torture device.  You let the magic go to waste.”  He turned her towards him again and dipped his face to be at eye level with her.  “We have magic at home.  We can help you learn and grow,” Y/N’s eyes widened at him.  “So I ask you, Princess Y/N.  What do you choose, death or peace?”

Y/N exhaled a shaky breath as she stared at him.  As he touched her she let her ability slip into his mind.  She could find no lie in his words.  He and his people were tired, the constant war depleting their resources and wiping out families.  They won the battles more often than lost, but it had put a strain on their lives.  His mention of magic seemed real, too, with glimpses and flashes of things that were unexplainable popping up in his mind.  Y/N thought about her people and how the English had been begging for peace for years as well, all of it falling on her father’s greedy, prideful ears.  She could tell James was good, and only wanted good for his men and his people.

“I propose an allyship,” she said.  James blinked and his eyebrows furrowed at her.  “A peace treaty with a tradition as old as time,” she clarified, gulping quickly.  “We join our families in marriage.”  His eyes flicked between hers, like he was studying her.  His men around him mumbled as they considered the idea.  “If you are unmarried,” she amended, since she wasn’t sure, “or if someone in your nobility is unmarried, I will come with you as a peace offering, a marriage tribute.  You will have me, and my power, and leave my family and my people be,” she said, trying to look and sound every bit the princess her mother had always wanted her to be.  “And we will end this war and finally bring peace to our people.”

James stood straight, towering over her.  He watched her for another moment, then stepped back and looked to his men behind him.  Two of them walked up and spoke to him quietly.  Y/N waited on baited breath as they consulted with each other.  They stood back and he turned toward her again.  “Done,” he said simply, the smirk returning to his lips.  Y/N nodded and quietly sighed.  “My Drottning,” he spoke lowly, holding out his metal hand.  She put her right hand into his metal hand, admiring it.  

“What does that mean?” she asked him.

“My Queen,” he winked at her.  Y/N blushed deeply.  He turned to his men and held her hand up high in his.  “We have peace!” he yelled triumphantly.  The thunderous roar returned as they cheered, their hands and swords and axes held high as they hugged each other and drank some of the wine left on the tables around them.  James dropped their joined hands and kissed the hand he held, making her blush again.  “Say goodbye to your family, Drottning, we leave immediately.”

He let her go and she ran up the stairs towards her family.  She ignored her parents altogether, grabbing Alfie and holding him tight against her.  

“Don’t go,” Alfie cried as his fingers clutched her dress.

“I have to,” Y/N cried as she carded her fingers through his hair.  “You listen to me,” she knelt in front of him and held his face in her hands, “you remember what I’ve taught you.”  He nodded frantically.  “Do not listen to Father,” he nodded again, making her father sneer at them next to her.  “I’ve seen it in you,” she whispered, laying a hand against his heart then tapping her finger to her head.  “You will become one of the greatest kings England has ever known, as long as you don’t do as Father has done.  You will bring continued peace and prosperity, you hear me?”  She wiped his tears away.  “Because you are a good boy, and will become a great man.  My little king,” she kissed his forehead firmly before pulling away.

Alfie cried harder as she stepped away from him.  She turned to her father.  “Stay away from him,” she warned him, glancing at Alfie.  “I have procured a peace that you, and your father, and your father’s father could never have dreamed of,” she sneered back at him.  “Do good by our people, for once in your miserable life.”  She glared at him before turning back towards James who stood patiently waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.  

His men were slowly retreating out of the great hall as he held his hand out for her again.  She took it as he flashed one last glance and triumphant smile at her father before leading her out the front doors.  As they walked through the courtyard and towards the horses waiting for them he glanced at her attire.

“Hm, this won’t do while riding,” he said as he twirled her around.  Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him.  “Where’s your lady’s maid?”

Y/N looked around and saw the telltale eyes peeking from behind the stables.  “May,” she pointed.

James summoned her forward out of hiding.  She quickly ran across the courtyard and into Y/N’s arms, sobbing as Y/N pet her hair.  “Miss May, go fetch your princess’ riding clothes and some simple dresses for travel,” James instructed her.  May stared at him with wide eyes, looking at Y/N who nodded to her.  She was escorted back inside with Thor to get Y/N’s things packed.

As they stood there waiting, the snow started to fall.  Y/N looked up and sighed as the cold kissed her face, a welcome reprieve to her inflamed cheeks from the night’s tension.  She looked towards James who was already looking at her.

“What do I call you?” she asked him.  

“You can call me Bucky,” he said.

“Bucky?” she asked, a small smirk pulling her lips.

“A nickname,” he laughed at her perplexed look.  “Saved for those closest to me.  And since you’ll be my queen–”

“So it is you I’ll be marrying then?”  Y/N asked.

“Yes,” Bucky laughed harder.  “I guess I didn’t make that very clear.”

“Hm,” Y/N hummed.  “You have a very English name...James.”

“Yes,” he agreed, sighing as he looked at the falling snowflakes.  “We Norsemen and you Anglo-Saxons are not that different from each other,” he said with a twinkle in his eye as he winked at her again.  

Y/N pondered that as May came out holding Y/N’s riding clothes and boots with Thor holding a small trunk that he loaded onto one of the wagons they had waiting.  May ran back to Y/N.

“Go change, and then we’ll be off,” Bucky excused Y/N, who led May over to the stables.  They went into an empty bay and May quickly stripped Y/N out of her gown and into her riding clothes.

“My lady,” May said as she held Y/N’s crown in her hands.  Y/N looked at it and gingerly took it from her.  She stared at it for a moment before giving it back to her.  She gave May another hug.  

“Take it, my love,” she said as May sobbed in her arms again.  “Run away and marry that stable boy, Ben, and use it to live long happy lives together,” she said as she pulled away.

May nodded as she cried, gathering up the gown as she said goodbye.

Y/N came back out in her riding clothes.  She approached Bucky who was preparing his horse.  He mounted it and held his hand out to her.  She took it and he helped hoist her behind him on the saddle.  He wrapped her hands around his waist then she felt him tying her wrists together.

“What–” she started, trying to look over his shoulder.

“So you don’t run off,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her in warning as he looked back at her.

“I won’t,” Y/N promised.

“That’s what they all say,” Bucky chuckled before he turned to his men who were all waiting.  “To Danmark!!”

“To Danmark!” they all yelled, and the pounding of hooves rang through the night as they all rode out of the courtyard and into the English countryside.

Y/N’s arms tightened around Bucky, her head tucking in between his shoulder blades as the winter wind stung her face.  She was not going to run and wanted to prove it to him.  She wanted peace, even if it meant giving up herself to get it. After about an hour they all started to slow as they reached the water’s edge where multiple ships were docked, secured by other Norsemen who waited anxiously for them.

Bucky untied the rope around her wrists then dismounted.  He held his hands up to her hips and helped her down as well.  He inspected her wrists, giving them a short rub.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to each wrist.  Y/N was surprised at his affection, but welcomed it in the moment.  He pulled her towards one of the boats.  He helped her step onto it and settled her into a corner of the stern that was covered in furs and quilts.  He pulled one of the furs up and covered her with it, securing it around her shoulders.  There was plenty of room around her as she got herself comfortable.

“It’s going to be a four day journey, Drottning,” Bucky kneeled in front of her.  “This area is for all of us to sleep, so you’ll have at least a few men next to you, but don’t fear,” he reassured her at the look on her face, “they’re harmless.  Just tired.”

Y/N looked around at the men loading themselves into the boat, many of them taking seats at the benches where the oars were sitting.  She felt worried but nodded at him.  He gave her a smile and stepped away to help load more things into the boats.  They all worked methodically together until in just a few minutes they were ready to pull off.  Bucky was stationed at one of the oars as well, giving the signal and they shoved off the shore.

Y/N watched the men in her boat and the others row in perfect unison.  She admired their strength and the way they all seemed to be of one mind as they worked together to get into a good rhythm, making the boat fly through the water.  The rhythmic rowing lulled her to sleep as she snuggled down into the furs below her.

She woke a few hours later.  It was still dark out, the rowing still going strong.  As she shifted to get more comfortable she felt a heavy weight around her waist.  She panicked until she turned and saw Bucky’s peaceful face sleeping next to her, his metal arm resting on her side.  Y/N looked down at the arm.  She admired its craftsmanship, unsure of how he was able to find or create such a thing.  Her fingers traced along the metal, the plates and divots carved like the muscles of a real arm would be.  When she reached his hand she lightly traced each finger with the tip of her pointer finger.  His hand suddenly moved to grasp her wrist.  She gasped as he gently maneuvered her to face him.  His eyes were still closed as he let go of her wrist then wound his metal arm around her back this time, holding her to his chest.  “Sleep, wife,” he mumbled, his voice coming out hoarsely as he kissed her forehead and rested his chin on top of her head.  

Y/N was stiff for a moment until the warmth enveloped her and she melted into his embrace.  She pressed her nose into his sternum and breathed deeply as her hands gripped the fur coat he was wearing.  He hummed as his breathing evened out and a soft snore rumbled in his chest.  It lulled her to sleep again, a small smile on her face.

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The Temptation Chapter 6 FINAL

Priest!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

It was a stormy night just a few days later when Bucky left the church building, bags in his hands and plain clothes on.  He had a handful of bills in his pocket as he flagged down a taxi.  He gave the driver the address and sat back as he watched the rain pelt the windows.  How poetic.

When the driver pulled up and dropped him off Bucky looked up at the brownstone.  A few lights were still on.  He walked up the stoop stairs and huddled under the small awning of the doorway.  He rapped his knuckles on the door loudly as he waited, a shiver starting to settle into his body from the cold night air.  He heard some footsteps inside and braced himself.

Y/N heard the knock, looking at the clock on her phone and wondering who would be coming at this time of night.  She trudged over to the door and looked through the peephole.  She did a double take and paused before opening the door.

“Bucky?” she said, staring at him in awe.

“Hey,” he stared back at her.  

“What are you…?  Well come in, it’s freezing,” she ushered him inside.  Bucky walked in, still holding his bags as he dripped on the marble floor.  “You’re soaking wet, what are you doing here?”

Bucky shivered as the warmth inside enveloped him and he sighed.  “I quit.”

“You…” Y/N stopped as she blinked.  “You quit?  Quit what?”

“My priesthood.  I quit.  I left,” Bucky stated as he took her in.  She was in a short pajama tank top dress, barely skimming below her butt.  She wore a kimono style robe over it and thick thigh high socks.  Her pink hair was down rather than tied up like she normally had it.  “I…had nowhere else to go.”

Y/N let out a breath and gave him a small smile as she took in his drenched state.  “Okay, well, let’s get you cleaned up.”  She reached out and took one of his bags and turned towards the stairs.  Bucky followed her up a flight of stairs to some bedrooms.  Some of them were still under construction from the renovations she had talked about, so she led him to an open one.  She turned the lights on and put the bag at the end of the bed.  “You can stay here.  The dresser is in the closet over there,” she pointed to a door off to the side, “and the bathroom is there,” she pointed to another door.  “You can shower while I take these and get them washed,” gestured to his wet clothes.  “Are these drenched, too, or are some of them dry enough for you to wear?” She bent down and opened the bag she’d been holding and checked on the clothes inside.  Bucky did the same with the bag he had.

“Yeah, there’s some dry ones in here,” Bucky said as he pulled them out.  “I don’t have much.”

“Obviously,” Y/N snorted as she gathered the bag she had been holding and then took his other bag from him, rifling through and taking the ones that were wet.  “Now go in and take those off.  I’ll wait here till you’re done and you can pass them to me before you get in.”  Bucky nodded as he headed towards the bathroom.  He was going to have to get used to the idea of being on the “outside.”  The whole ordeal had been quick, being laicized then packing and leaving.  He’d been going through the motions and now it was all becoming real.  He stripped out of the clothes stuck to his body, standing naked in the middle of the bathroom.  He gathered the clothes and cracked the door, keeping his body behind it.  He felt her hands gather around the clothes he held.  Before she could turn away he gripped her wrist.  Y/N turned back to the door, seeing him peek around the corner of the door.  

“Thank you, Y/N,” Bucky murmured, gulping before looking at her face.

Y/N nodded.  “It’s no problem, Buck.”  He smiled at her then dropped her wrist, closing the door quietly.

Y/N brought the clothes back downstairs to run them through the laundry.  He was here.  In her house.  Showering upstairs.  He had quit the ministry, whether it was for her or for himself remained to be seen.  She didn’t know how to process this information as she went to the kitchen to find him something to eat really quick.  

Bucky was having a small meltdown in the shower upstairs.  The hot water ran down his body, warming him from the outside in.  He felt a weird sense of freedom mixed with fear.  Now what?  He felt the worry setting in after he washed himself.  For the first time in his life he started having a panic attack.  He felt himself start to blackout, his body thudding against the side of the shower as he struggled to keep upright and sunk to his knees as the water ran over him.

Y/N heard the thud.  It was louder than it should have been for any normal shower activities.  She had a sinking feeling and ran back up the stairs.  She barged into the room, walking over the bathroom and knocking on the door.  “Buck?  Bucky are you okay?  I heard a loud noise.”  She didn’t hear anything.  “Buck I’m coming in!”  Thankfully he hadn’t locked the door and she walked in.  The water was still on, steaming up the mirror and the shower glass doors.  She could make out his body heaped on the floor of the shower.

“Oh, Buck,” she opened the shower door and crouched down inside of it next to him, getting herself soaked under the stream of water.  Bucky was hyperventilating, his eyes shut tight, his whole body shaking.  “Bucky?  Come on, handsome,” Y/N ignored his nakedness as she moved him so her back was against the wall and he was laid with his back against her front as she held him.  The water was now hitting his face a little bit, helping to distract him.  Her arms wove around his shoulders and chest, caressing his skin softly while one of her hands went to his hair as his head rested on her shoulder.  “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.  You’re having a panic attack, you’re going to be okay,” she whispered in his ear.  Bucky twitched as her fingers ran through his wet hair.  “I’m here, I’m right here, it’s gonna be okay.  I got you,” she kissed the side of his head.  “Just breath, handsome.  Breath…”

Bucky’s breathing started to even out as she slowly breathed behind him, her chest rising behind him giving him a rhythm to try to copy.  His clenched hands slowly unclenched, his legs relaxing and stretching out as he started to come back to himself.  He could hear her words but they were distant, the ringing in his ears slowly fading.  His eyes fluttered open as he felt her kiss his head again, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke.

“Y/N?” he whispered, it coming out more as a grunt from how hoarse it sounded.

“Bucky?” Y/N twisted so she could see his face better.  Her fingers moved from his hair to his face, softly stroking his cheek and his nose to wake him up.  “Can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah,” he tried to move but it made him lightheaded and he sank back against her.

“Don’t move, handsome, just hold on, get your bearings,” Y/N whispered.  “You’re okay.  It’s okay.”  

Bucky lay against her and breathed deeply.  He felt embarrassed at needing this kind of help, and yet he loved the way she was holding him right now.  After a few more minutes he shifted in her arms.  “I think I can get up,” he said quietly.

“Okay, hold on,” Y/N said, and she got herself out from underneath him.  “Let me up first and I’ll help you.”

Bucky held himself up as she stood and then rounded to face him.  She held her hands out.  He took them and she pulled him up.  She made sure he wasn’t woozy as he stood.  “Did you wash up?”

“Yeah,” he said, putting a hand over his cock to cover himself.  “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry Buck, it’s alright,” she reassured him, turning the water off.  She opened the shower door and stepped out, grabbing a towel for him and then one for her.  “I’m going to change really quick.  Just take it slow and I’ll be right outside, okay?”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded.  

He dried off and changed quickly.  When he opened the bedroom door Y/N was already there in a long, oversized hoodie, her hair tied up again and slippers on her feet.  “Are you hungry?” she asked sweetly.

“Starving,” Bucky smiled at her. She looped an arm around one of his arms as they headed back downstairs.  He knew it was to make sure he was steady but he appreciated the closeness.  She led him to the kitchen and sat him at the table before returning to the fridge and pulling out ingredients to make him a quick sandwich.  

“The kitchen just barely finished renovation a couple of days ago so I still don’t have a well stocked fridge, so I hope this is okay,” Y/N brought over the ingredients to the table, setting them down and then getting plates.

“This is perfect, thank you,” Bucky’s stomach growled as he looked at the ingredients.  He made himself a sandwich as Y/N set a plate in front of him.  She went back to the fridge and dug around inside.

“What would you like to drink?  I’ve got water, some soda, some wine,” she said suggestively.  

Bucky laughed.  “I’ll just have some water, thanks.” “Killjoy,” she teased him, bringing him a water bottle while she pulled out the wine for herself.  

They ate in silence.  It wasn’t necessarily awkward or uncomfortable, just heavy.  They had a few things to talk about and they both were putting it off.

Y/N decided to break the ice first.  “So I saw you naked.”  Bucky choked on his bite of food, coughing as he glared at her.  She glared back at him, fighting off a smile.  “Looking good there, Barnes,” she winked at him.

“My god,” Bucky sputtered as he took a drink of water.

“You’re awful prude for a guy who had his face in my boobs a few weeks ago,” she teased him again, but there was an underlying question in her words.

Bucky swallowed as he finished his sandwich.  “Yeah, that was…new for me.”

Y/N giggled as she stood up to clear the table.  Bucky watched her as her hoodie shifted around her thick thighs, her underwear peeking from underneath when she walked.  Her legs jiggled as she walked to and from the table, making him want to touch them again and have her wrap them around his waist.  He tried to cut off his thoughts.

“Let’s go to the front room, hm?” Y/N asked as she finished cleaning.  Bucky nodded and followed her into the next room.  She sat on one end of the couch and he sat on the other.  He didn’t know what she wanted, or didn’t want, from him now, and didn’t want to push his luck.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Y/N grunted as she shifted into a comfortable position, throwing a blanket nearby over her legs and sharing it with him on the other side.  “Why did you have a panic attack in the shower?”

“Because I freaked out when I realized just how real this all was in the moment,” Bucky replied instantly.  

Y/N nodded.  “Okay, makes sense.  And why did you leave the ministry?”

“I would like to think that that’s pretty obvious,” Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“It’s not,” Y/N said simply.

“Okay, well, a few months ago this girl came into my life that I thought was beautiful and we became friends.  A few weeks ago I let that girl into my room and kissed her and touched her and wanted to do a lot more with her but she left trying to protect me.  I like that girl a lot, and after she left I couldn’t just get back into the swing of things.  I didn’t want to.  I wanted her, and only her,” he said while gazing at her.  

Y/N swallowed as she listened to him.  She looked down as she asked, “And what do you want from that girl now?”

Bucky moved over to where she sat on the couch.  He took one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles.  “I’m hoping that she knows that I chose her,” he said quietly.  “And I’m willing to take anything she’s willing to give.  For as long as she’ll have me.  Because I realized that night that she was my church.  She was what I wanted to worship for the rest of my life.”

Y/N was crying now as she listened to him.  He spoke about her with such reverence that it almost scared her, but also made her feel honored.  She brought the hand that held hers up to her lips and kissed his hand this time.  She wiped her eyes with her free hand and then gave him a watery smile.  “Yeah I’ll have you.”

Bucky reflected her smile.  “Can I uh, get a little something for my good choices?” he asked, giving her a wink.

“Oh my god!” Y/N laughed at him.  “So you’re free what, a whole day, and you think you get to have some pussy right off?”

“Woah, I never said that!” Bucky looked horrified.  “Jeez Y/N I was thinking of a kiss or something.”

Y/N laughed at him again before she moved.  She straddled his lap, her core set right over his, and she looped her arms around his head.  Bucky’s hands automatically went to her hips.  “Yes, Father.”

“Oof, no,” Bucky grimaced and shook his head, making her laugh.  “Don’t like that.”

“Me neither, I just love teasing you,” Y/N scrunched her nose at him.  She kissed his nose, making him smile.  She ghosted her lips over his cheek and over his mouth.  Bucky waited for her, wanting this all to be on her timing.  When she finally kissed him Bucky instantly felt home as his mouth pressed against hers.  With all the uncertainty and frustration and despair he’d been feeling since she left that night, this was like a salve, a medicine to his fractured soul.  A dam broke in his mind, the last wall fell, and he held her close and tight like he was afraid to lose her.  Y/N opened her mouth to taste him which he gladly accepted.  She licked his lip and sucked it into her mouth.  She bit it lightly and mumbled around it, “Mine.”

Bucky whimpered at her claiming him.  He nodded when she let go of his lip.  “Yours,” he promised.

Through a rush of sighs and moans she was naked on top of him, grinding herself onto his crotch, her naked breasts brushing against his now naked chest.  Bucky was panting, the desire overwhelming him on a molecular level.  “I’ve never done this,” Bucky heaved as she helped him slide out of his pants and underwear.

“I’m sure,” Y/N smiled as she sat back down on him.  Her naked pussy slid across his shaft, making him moan loudly.  “If you’re not ready, we can stop,” she breathed as she scratched down his chest.

“No I…ungh, I want to,” Bucky said as his hands groped her ass. 

Y/N continued to grind on him.  “Are you ready?”

Bucky nodded as he watched her grind on his cock.  She grabbed his jaw and made him look at her.  “Words, handsome.”

“Yes, I’m ready,” he answered her, his head nodding frantically.  “Please…”

Y/N took his cock in her hand and gave him two pumps before lifting herself up slightly and angling the head towards her entrance.  Once it was nestled into her lower lips at the right spot she let go and began to sink down on him slowly.

“Oh my god,” Bucky groaned, his head thrown back as he tried to keep himself composed.  He didn’t want to burst right away.  Once she was fully seated on him she waited.

“You feel so good, Bucky,” she whined as her legs trembled, wanting to move.  She experimentally swirled her hips.

“Ah!  Don’t…god,” Bucky whimpered.  “I’m trying not to cum, Y/N, please…”

“Sorry handsome, you just fill me up so well,” Y/N sighed.  Her hands pulled his hands up to her breasts, showing him how she wanted him to massage them and touch her nipples.  Bucky did what she wanted, feeling her pussy flutter around him as he did.

“Can I move, handsome?  Please?  I want…” Y/N was shaking with need.

“Yeah, yeah…” Bucky grunted.  

Y/N swiveled her hips again, making his mouth drop open in a silent moan.  She slowly lifted herself up until he was almost all the way out of her, then plunged back down.  Bucky hands tightened on her ass, helping her grind her hips down on him.  

“Y/N…God…shit…” Bucky didn’t know what he was saying.  His mind was clouded.  As she bobbed up and down on him he felt the urge to thrust up into her and followed that instinct as she sat down on him.  Y/N’s body shuddered at his thrust.  “You like that?” he breathed as he linked his arms behind her back and held her close to him.  “Okay then…”

He held her tight against him as he lifted her so he could raise his hips and then started thrusting up into her hard and fast.  Y/N gripped the couch cushion behind him, her head falling back as she moaned loudly.  Her breasts jiggled in his face and he sucked a nipple into his mouth as he drilled into her.

“Bucky…ah, I’m gonna…mmmmh…” Y/N’s voice was in his ear, her punctuated breaths as he thrust into her egging him on.

“Yesss angel,” Bucky hissed as he felt the burn in his thighs.

Y/N tensed and then came, shouting his name as her pussy clamped down on his cock.  Her whole body shook as she tightened impossibly hard around him, her hands reaching into his hair and pulling.  Bucky came soon after, a yelp falling from his lips as he thrust one last time, filling her up with everything he had.  They slumped into the couch together, holding each other as they tried to come back down to earth.

Bucky kissed her cheek, his hands resting on her back and slowly tickling her spine with his fingers.  Y/N gave him a kiss to his neck that she was curled into.  He smiled as she sat herself up, the movement making a little bit of their combined juices drip from between them.

“Goddamn, Buck,” Y/N breathed as she fixed his hair.

Bucky smirked at her.  “And you said I wouldn’t get pussy on the first night.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she loudly scoffed as she slapped his chest making him laugh.  “It’s not my fault I got an eyeful of you in the shower.  How were you hiding all this,” she gestured towards his body, “underneath a robe?”  Bucky’s face flushed at her compliment as he bit back a shit-eating grin.  “Oh I see, you know you’re hot shit, huh?  Had all the little old bitty Catholics pining after the young hot priest?”

“Well, they weren’t all old,” he joked.  “And I’m not that young anymore.”

“Mhm,” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.  She suddenly moved herself up, making a mess on him as he slipped out of her.  He gave her a surprised look.

“Come on then, old man.  Let’s take a more fun shower.”

***

2 years later

Bucky had been to multiple states and countries by now and none of them had been as beautiful as Bora Bora.  The white sand, the bungalows set in the water, the people, the greenery, it was what he imagined heaven, if there was one, to be like.  As he walked along the beach holding two drinks in his hands he smiled seeing Y/N in her bikini, taking pictures of the water and the scenery around them.

“Here you are, angel,” he said as he walked up beside her.  Y/N turned the camera towards him and took a few candid pictures of him sitting next to her holding out the drink.

“Thank you, handsome,” she cooed at him, kissing him before taking the drink and taking a sip.  She moaned at the taste and cool reprieve it provided.

“You gotta stop that, angel, or we’re about to get really dirty,” Bucky groaned as he sipped his drink, shifting on the beach chair he was sitting on.

Y/N laughed at him.  “Aw, is my pretty sweet thing a little horny watching me enjoy my drink?” she teased him as she moved over to kneel in front of his chair, her breasts resting on his leg as she reached up and squished his cheeks together.

“You’re mean,” he pouted through his pursed lips.

Y/N pulled his face towards hers, kissing him and nipping his bottom lip.  “And you’re mine.”

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The Temptation Chapter 5

A short one! Priest!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

Bucky was not the same after that night.  He went through the motions of his priesthood jobs, but his heart was no longer in it.  He was still calm and friendly, but the light in his eyes had disappeared when she walked away.  It had been four weeks when Father Richards pulled him aside one day for counsel.

“Father Barnes, you have not been yourself as of late,” he started, folding his hands in front of him.

“I’m sorry, Father.  I’ve just been feeling a bit…off,” Bucky hung his head in shame.

“Hm,” Father Richards tapped his fingers on his other hand.  “Would this have anything to do with Miss Y/L/N in your room a few weeks back?”

Bucky’s head lifted, his eyes wide as he stared at Father Richards.  “I…”

Father Richards gave him a soft smile.  “Yes, I know.  I was coming to talk to you about the plans for the donation from Constance Y/L/N when I saw her enter your room.”  

Bucky’s lips tightened as his eyes filled with tears.  “I’m sorry, Father.  I have no excuse for my actions.  If it’s any consolation, nothing too…scandalous happened.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, at least not to me,” Richards said.  Bucky gave him a wary look.  “I’m going to tell you something in confidence because I feel like I can trust you.  I’m sure you’ve heard rumors of some priests living more worldly lives outside of their priesthood?”  Bucky nodded.  “I happen to be one of them.  You know how I take a few specific days off during the month and certain weekends off altogether?”  Bucky blinked.  “Those are the days I go home to my wife and children.”

“Your wife?  Children?  Plural??” Bucky scoffed.  “How?  You’ve…”

“Made promises?  Covenants?  Yes yes,” Richards waved away his concerns.  “I also met a woman 27 years ago that I couldn’t live without.  She’s not my wife in any legal terms, unfortunately, so I could keep this job as senior priest.  But she’s my wife in every other sense of the word.  And she and my boys are the lights of my life,” he smiled adoringly.  “Johnny just finished college, and Ben just got married to his husband a few weeks ago.  They’re working on adopting.”  Bucky’s mouth was hanging open comically as he stared at Father Richards.  “I understand what it means to love someone and love them so deeply that you feel like you would reject all this,” he gestured to the church around him, “for them.  I almost did.  And to be honest, I should have.  Because it makes me a subpar and dishonest priest to my congregation, and a near absent husband and father to my family.  You can’t have both.  Now if you choose to stay, then I applaud you for your devotion to God and His church.  If you choose to leave and live a life outside of the church, I won’t judge you and will commend your bravery.  But I would caution you to be prepared for the inner death you will feel no matter what you choose.  It’s up to you to decide which death you will be willing or able to overcome.”

Bucky nodded.  He sat there as Father Richards waited for him.  Bucky thought through his life.  He’d basically been raised to be a good Catholic, being an altar boy and singing in the choirs, going to Catholic school then Seminary.  He had had a choice to live a normal life or go to Seminary, and he’d chosen the church because it seemed safe and easy.  His parents had been proud of him.  He’d been a good student and had risen through the ranks of stewardship and learning quickly to become a priest.  He hadn’t realized that the other option could have brought him joy.  The church had been his life, so how could he know any different?  

Then a fallen angel had stumbled into that life and disrupted everything he knew to be true.  She made him question himself, the church, his knowledge of scripture and God, and showed him the joy and light found outside of it.  And the one night, the few moments he’d had with her, had made him realize he’d gladly drop it all if it meant being with her.  

Bucky gave Father Richards a sad smile as his epiphany shown brightly on his face.  “I choose her.”

Father Richards nodded solemnly.

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The Temptation Chapter 4

Priest!Bucky

Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

Bucky had not seen or heard from Y/N since that confessional night.  He didn’t expect to, but it made him more anxious the longer he didn’t.  Would she actually come try to talk to him?  What would he say?  What would he do?  Why would he suggest that?

”Father Barnes,” Father Richards called out as Bucky was in the courtyard garden reading.

”Yes?” 

“We have a meeting set up with Miss Y/L/N and her estate lawyer tonight at 8 pm”. Bucky’s breath hitched.  “She wants to do the reading of the will here.  Hopefully Constance was quite generous to us,” he said.

”Yes, hopefully,” Bucky smiled politely.  

That night could not have come sooner.  By 7:55 Bucky was positively buzzing.  He heard the tapping of heels in the hallway and immediately stood, Father Richards following his lead.  A man walked in ahead of Y/N in a fancy suit, looking very self-important.  Y/N was looking at the floor as she walked in.  Bucky had to restrain himself from making a noise as he ogled her.  She was wearing black again, this time a low cut, lacy black shift dress that stopped mid thigh.  She had an oversized black suit jacket over it, her bare legs ending with black strappy heels on her feet.  Her pink hair was still pulled up in a scarf like the day he met her, showing off her neck and the gold chain and earrings she wore.  That damn blood red lipstick was on her lips again.  She looked like sin, and he secretly loved it.

”Welcome,” Father Richards greeted them.  “Please sit.”

The lawyer sat and before Y/N could take the other chair she stared at the desk.  “Is this a new desk?”

”Yes,” Bucky piped up, looking at her earnestly.  “The other was faulty, so I got rid of it.”

”Got rid of it?  He took the fire alarm ax to it and hacked it, saying we needed firewood!” Father Richards laughed.  The lawyer chuckled at the absurdity, but Y/N stared at Bucky.  He gave her a slight nod.  She blinked, gave him a dazed nod back and sat down.

”Well, let’s get on with it,” the lawyer started.  “Here is the last will and testament…” he droned on in legal jargon that was all gibberish to Y/N and Bucky.  They kept glancing at each other, a silent conversation seeming to happen between them.  After almost an hour, since Constance had a lot of money to spread out, he said, “Ah, here it is, after all the other charitable donations.  ‘Lastly, I leave a charitable donation of’…” he seemed to double check the number, “‘$2,000,000 to the Brooklyn parish of the New York City Catholic Church’.”  Y/N huffed a laugh, her eyes rolling.  “‘The rest of my estate, the home, the assets, and the sum of $8,887,124.36, will go to my granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N’.  And that’s it.  Congratulations to all of you,” the lawyer stood, giving the priests and Y/N handshakes.  “Your checks will be sent to you by tomorrow morning, all other assets and the home should be in your name already, Miss Y/L/N.”

”Thank you,” Y/N gave him a nod.

”Let me show you out,” Father Richards led the lawyer out of the office, leaving Y/N and Bucky alone.  Y/N looked everywhere other than at Bucky, contemplating what she had been left with.

”Congratulations,” Bucky said, trying to break the silence.  

“The same to you,” she whispered, sparing him a glance.

”Yes, the parish will get some much needed updates with that amount.  Maybe throw some fun parties,” he tried to keep the conversation going.  Y/N just nodded.  She finally took a deep breath and looked at him.

”Could we talk?” She asked.

”Sure,” Bucky answered a little too quickly.

”Alone?” Y/N pressed.

”Yes,” Bucky said.  “We can go to the back somewhere.”

”Lead the way—“

“Miss Y/L/N, what a great blessing from Constance,” Father Richards returned, making them both jump.  “Thank you for working with us.  I know you’re not fond of us but I hope you won’t be a stranger.”

“Oh, sure, thank you Father,” Y/N gave him a quick handshake and an odd look.

“I’ll uh, show you out,” Bucky offered.

Bucky led her to the front doors.  As she stepped out he said in a low voice, “Come around the back towards the garden.  I can let you in from there.”  Y/N nodded and walked off to the left towards the back.  Bucky walked briskly through the halls towards the back of the church, past the kitchens and the nuns quarters.  Thankfully it was late enough that people weren’t milling about and he was able to get back to his personal area without being seen.  This was dangerous.  He could feel it in his bones.  And yet he kept walking.  He reached the door that connected the garden to the church and wrenched it open for her.  Y/N was already there and thanked him as she stepped in.  He led her down the last corridor that led to his room.  

She realized when she stepped in it was his personal room.  It was small, with a full sized bed, a small desk in one corner and a closet and bathroom on the opposite side.  He also had a bookshelf that was filled with books, some she recognized as books she had recommended to him, which made her smile wistfully.  Y/N could also feel the danger of this situation, but felt it was important to get it done here and now.

”You can have a seat on the bed if you’d like,” Bucky offered.  

”Thank you,” Y/N said quietly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.  Her dress rode up a bit on her thighs, making Bucky blush and look away, feeling flustered at the fact she was here, on his bed.

”So, uh, what did you wanna talk about?” Bucky pulled the chair at the desk out and sat it in front of her so he could face her.  He kept it a couple of feet away as he sat down.

Y/N breathed deeply.  Bucky tried hard to focus on her face rather than her lace covered cleavage rising as she breathed.  “I need to tell you something.”

Bucky nodded.  This was the moment.  He still had no plan, no idea, for what he would say or do in response.

Y/N blew out a puff of air and laughed at herself then closed her eyes.  “I like you Bucky.”

“I like you, too,” he answered automatically.

“No, I…I really like you,” Y/N opened her eyes.  “In a way that I shouldn’t.”  She shifted on his bed as she looked down again.  “I want…to do things with you that you can’t do.  And because of that, I have to leave.”

“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed.  

“I’m leaving,” Y/N glanced at him.  “I’m going to renovate and keep the brownstone as a home base, but I’m going back out to do more travel photography.  I just can’t…” she paused as she looked at him.  “I can’t stay and keep running into you everywhere.  Have these coffee dates that aren’t dates.  Constantly crave something that I can’t have because you won’t choose me, and I don’t want to make you choose!” she rushed out the last part.  “You’ve been a great friend to me, and I have enjoyed these last few months I’ve been here, but I can’t do this anymore.”

She made a move like she was going to lift herself off the bed.  Bucky immediately reacted, moving from off the chair to a kneeling position in front of her, making her legs spread to accommodate him and a gasp fall from her lips. His hands cupped her cheeks like they did a few weeks back and held her there, staring into her eyes.

“Don’t,” he begged.  “Don’t leave…”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open as she watched him.  She loved the sight of him kneeling and begging before her, something she didn’t know she would be interested in but it was lighting that forbidden fire deep within her.  His big blue eyes were pleading with her.  Her face twisted into a look like she was in pain.

“I can’t stay,” she whispered, her eyes looking sad as her head tilted, nuzzling into one of his hands.  

Bucky wasn’t sure who leaned in first.  It didn’t matter.  Next thing either of them knew their lips met.  Bucky had not kissed anyone since he was a teenager, so he had forgotten the euphoric feeling, and now that he got a taste of his forbidden fruit he was insatiable.  Her lips were soft as they moved against his with desperation.  Bucky didn’t know what he was doing and followed his instincts, his hands slipping to the back of her neck to hold her close, then slipping down her back to bring her body flush with his.  Y/N’s arms wound around his neck and he felt like he was melting into her embrace.  Her fingers ran through his hair and as she scratched softly down his scalp he whimpered against her mouth.  Her legs caged his hips against his bed as her hands explored, cupping his jaw and then moving her lips away from his mouth to start kissing his cheek, then down to his neck, one hand holding his neck in place and the other ripping at his Roman collar, popping a button for her lips to gain more access to his throat, then scratching down his chest.  Bucky’s head fell back, his eyes rolling in his head as his hands found her hips then ran down her bare thighs, kneading the plushy skin.  

Bucky’s eyes landed on a cross that was hung on the opposite wall in his room that he had draped Constance’s rosary on.  He had a flash of guilt surge through him that was quickly replaced with pleasure when she sucked on his neck.  He felt like this was a whole new type of worship.  The popular song he’d heard from a few years back flashed through his mind:  “Take me to church.”  The devilish, carnal side of him knew in that moment that he would abandon the cross, abandon his promises and covenants, if it meant that his church was this: this woman, this pleasure, this sweet release.

Y/N’s lips traveled back up to his mouth.  He kissed her hungrily as she opened her mouth and her tongue licked along his bottom lip.  He opened his mouth and she dipped her tongue in, tasting him.  She let out a moan and Bucky chased the sound with his tongue.  He suddenly lifted himself up and pushed Y/N to the bed on her back, one of his knees settling between her legs right at her core, making her shiver in his arms.  He took his turn in kissing and licking down her throat until he reached her chest, burying his face into her cleavage as he smelled and kissed her.  He wanted to suffocate in her.

Y/N’s hips rocked against his knee, searching for the friction she desired.  As her head tilted back her eyes fell on the cross and rosary on his wall and she stiffened.  Bucky froze when he felt her tense up.  He looked up at her and followed her eye line to the cross.

“Stop,” she said, pushing him back by his shoulders.  Bucky immediately got up but stayed close.

“Y/N,” he started.

“This was a mistake,” Y/N muttered as she adjusted her clothes and stood up from the bed.  She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the door.

“No, Y/N wait, please!” Bucky grabbed her arm.  She wrenched it out of his hold.

“NO!  No Bucky.  This is wrong.  I’m sorry,” she paused, stifling a sob behind her hand.  “I’m sorry I tempted you.”

“What?  Y/N you didn’t tempt me.  I’m a grown man who can make my own choices, and I chose to be here, alone, with you, because I wanted to.  You didn’t make me do anything,” Bucky stood in front of her.  “I wanted that.  I want this,” he gestured between the two of them.

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N cried.

“How could it not matter?” Bucky asked incredulously.

“Because you can’t have us both!” Y/N yelled, pointing towards the cross.  Bucky sighed defeatedly when he glanced at the cross again.  “And I won’t make you choose.”

“I just want you,” Bucky said desperately.

Y/N shook her head as she side-stepped him.  “Goodbye Bucky.”  She took her heels off so she wouldn’t make too much noise walking along the hard floors and opened his door.  “See you when I see you.”

“Y/N,” Bucky whispered but she was already halfway down the hallway, ducking around the corner and back towards the side door he’d let her in earlier.  Bucky broke down in tears for the first time in years as he watched her leave.  He closed his door and sat down beside it as he wept.  Everything he felt was too conflicting.  Devotion pulling him two different ways, the lust he’d been drunk on, the guilt eating him from the inside out, her smell still floating around the room making him aroused but devastated.  He got up and walked over to his bed, her body outline still indented into his comforter.  He fell to his knees where he’d been earlier and laid his head into the indent, his tears wetting the blanket as he breathed deeply, trying to calm the throbbing pain in his cock and his heart.  

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The Temptation Chapter 3

This is a short chapter...Priest!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

The day after Christmas Y/N snuck into the church quietly.  It was late and she didn’t want to risk running into Bucky.  She skirted around the edges of the area as nuns walked around, cleaning up after Mass the day before.  She managed to get one nun’s attention.

“Excuse me, Sister, um, are confessionals being held tonight?”

“Yes, they are, both Fathers are here tonight,” the Sister smiled at her.

“Okay, uh, could you tell me which one Father Richards is in,” Y/N felt like she was shaking as she asked.

“He’s in…oh, he should be in that one on the far end.  I don’t think anyone is in there now.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N walked over to the farthest confessional room, tapping on the door a few times to make sure no one was in there before entering.  As she shut the door behind her and settled on the uncomfortable seat she sighed, waiting for the telltale noise of the screen moving so that the priest could hear her.  There was a scraping noise and a rattle, and she could hear the sound of breathing on the other side.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” Y/N immediately started.

Bucky nearly choked as he heard her voice.  He looked over, being able to slightly see who was in the box even though they couldn’t see him.  There she was, looking apprehensive and jittery.  He cleared his throat.

“What troubles you?” he asked, trying to make his voice sound different.  He wasn’t sure why he did this.

“Father Richards?  You sound…different, are you alright?”

And there was his reason.  She wanted to talk to Richards, not him.  He knew this was a lie, but felt compelled to keep up the ruse.  “Forgive me, I’ve been battling a cold for a while.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I hope you feel better soon,” Y/N rattled off, very little care in her tone.  Bucky smiled at that.  “Um…I’ve been having impure thoughts lately.”

“Impure thoughts?” Bucky ventured.

“Yes, about someone that I shouldn’t be having them about.”

“And may I ask who you’re thinking about?” Bucky didn’t need to be asking this, Father Richards would probably have not asked, but he needed to know.

“It’s about…Father Barnes.”  Bucky let out a quick breath.  He was feeling elated, pure ecstasy flowing through every limb.  “And I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way, thinking these things.  He’s a priest for Christ’s sake…oh God I’m sorry!  I mean gosh!  Ugh,” she grunted in frustration.  

“I see,” Bucky kept his voice low, trying to sound less than interested.  “And how long have you been having these thoughts?”

“8 months,” she breathed, rubbing her face with her hands.  “I’m trying so hard not to.  No offense but I hate coming here, so I never do, and yet somehow we keep running into each other.  I was just wanting, needing, a friend, and it very quickly morphed into this sick, twisted thing that I don’t know how to stop.  I feel like I can’t trust myself.  And then Sister Carter called me his temptation, a Jezebel–”

“She called you a what?” Bucky seethed, somewhat keeping up with the facade.

Y/N sighed heavily, a hard sniff coming from her on the other side.  “A Jezebel.  That bitch…sorry,” Y/N sounded exhausted and exasperated.  “That’s what Father…I mean, someone else called me a long time ago, and now I’m just…I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”

Bucky tried to regain control of his rage as he vowed to give Sister Carter a verbal beating.  “I’m sorry she said that to you, that was wrong of her.  You are not either of those things.”  

Y/N scoffed.  “Aren’t I, though?  She said she sees the way I look at him, the way he looks at me.”

“What did you mean when you said you can’t trust yourself?” Bucky reverted to her earlier statement.

“Oh…awkward,” Y/N huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, I uh, I’m afraid of being left alone with him.  Not that he would hurt me or vice versa, just that, if given the chance, I wouldn’t say no.”

Bucky palmed himself through his pants.  Listening to this was torture, sweet, delicious torture.  “I understand,” he cleared his throat again.  “So you want him…sexually?”

“Desperately,” Y/N whispered.  

Bucky’s head tipped back as he absentmindedly reached into his pants.  He was definitely going to hell now.  Jerking off to a confessional?  He hadn’t touched himself in years, and it felt too good to stop now.  “What are these thoughts you’ve been having?”

“That seems kind of personal, Father,” Y/N sounded dubious.

“You’re right, but I need to understand the level of impurity so I can help you…” Bucky slowly stroked himself, biting back a moan.

“Um…well, just, things of a sexual nature.  Him having me in some, inappropriate places, in inappropriate ways.  Like the altar,”  She sighed.  “Me taking him to my favorite places I’ve traveled…having fun on a beach in Bora Bora.”

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes shut tight as he imagined it.  Him and Y/N on a beach, her barely covered curvy body on top, riding him into oblivion.  Him laying Y/N down across the altar, hiking his sermon robes up and taking her right there in front of God.  He shuttered and then felt his balls tighten, a sudden gush coming from him.  He covered his groan with a cough.  He tried his hardest to keep his voice even.  “What do you plan to do?” 

”What can I do?  He won’t choose me.  I don’t want to make him choose at all.  I have to leave.  Once everything is figured out, I’ll move on and get back to work.  I’ll be the temptation, the harlot he was able to withstand.”

Bucky wanted to jump through the screen and shake her and scream.  How could she think of herself that way?  She wasn’t in charge of him or his choices.  As much as he wanted her, as evidenced by the mess he made of his pants just now, that was his choice he made.

”You are not a harlot.  Temptation is not a sin, and even giving into it isn’t always a sin, either.  You are human, as is Father Barnes.  I think…” he paused, unsure of how he wanted to go about this.  “I think you should talk to him.”

”Talk to him?”

”Not as a confession, just as a friend, to clear the air.  And then you can decide what to do from there.  Until then…” he snuck his hand out of his pants, using one of the tissues in the room to wipe his hand, “I absolve you of your sins.  Say three Hail Marys.  The Lord be with you.”

”And with your spirit,” Y/N answered automatically.  She scoffed at herself.  “Thank you Father.”  She left the confessional room.  Should she actually talk to Bucky?  It felt like putting herself in the line of fire.  Father Richards was getting old, maybe he just had too much fun hearing about a congregant having a crush on his junior priest.  Pervert, she thought.

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The Temptation Chapter 2

Priest!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

Bucky couldn’t seem to shake her.  Even though she never came to the church anymore, he saw her out in public way too often.  They always seemed to be bumping into one another.  They would say their pleasantries and then be on their way, until one day she invited him for coffee.  He didn’t see anything wrong with going for a coffee.  He’d done it with other congregants before.  She invited him out to coffee more often where they would sit or go for walks and talk for hours about anything and everything.  Religion as well, which he thought was odd.  She was extremely well educated in scripture and passionate about intellectual and philosophical questions when it came to the idea of God’s existence or religion vs. spirituality.  He felt like he was learning a lot from her and agreed with many of her points.  Their coffee dates became a regular thing until she finally heard from the lawyer again.

“The estate is out of probate,” Y/N said offhandedly one day.  Bucky’s head whipped around to her.

“Oh, that’s good.  Took them long enough,” he tried to sound unphased.  

“Yeah.  I was thinking of holding the meeting at the church, since some of the money will be going to you guys,” she continued, looking out over the water where they sat at the Brooklyn Bridge park.  

“That makes sense,” Bucky agreed.  He sat silently for another minute before drumming up the courage to ask, “What will you do when it’s all done?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N said.  “I have nowhere to be.”

“Hm…well, if you do decide to leave, I hope you know I’ll miss you,” Bucky knew he was playing with fire as he said it.  He’d grown even more fond of and infatuated with Y/N as the months had progressed.  He not only was attracted to her but genuinely enjoyed her company.  He’d gone to sleep one too many times since starting to meet up with her a little too…excited, having vivid dreams of what life would be like with her.

Y/N gazed at him, an unreadable expression on her face.  Bucky met her stare, once again knowing he shouldn’t, but wanting this moment.  Y/N broke eye contact as she blinked rapidly then looked down at his hand in his lap.  She reached for it and held it as she looked back out at the water.  “Me too, Buck.”

***

“Father Barnes!  I know you’ve met our helper today,” Sister Carter said as she led someone up to him.  He looked around and his eyebrows furrowed.  

“Y/N?” he asked. 

“Yep, I uh, I don’t know what happened.  One minute I was just talking to her at the grocery store and the next I was agreeing to help with an activity,” Y/N looked surprised and a little upset with herself.

“Well, Sister Carter can be quite convincing,” Bucky laughed.  Sister Carter gave him a slight shove to his arm.

“It’s almost Christmas, we need all the help we can get for Mass,” Sister Carter scoffed at him.  “And some rumors have surfaced about Miss Y/L/N having quite a lovely singing voice that she used to use back in the day, and our little choir needs desperate help!”  Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked at Y/N worriedly.  Y/N met his gaze and just gave him a shrug.  “This way!” Sister Carter redirected Y/N sharply and pushed her towards the adults standing at the front of the sanctuary.  Sister Carter ran over to the piano in the corner and sat while Y/N stood in front of the choir.

“Uh…hi,” Y/N waved awkwardly.  “I guess let’s, um, go over what you’ve all been practicing?”

Within 20 minutes Y/N had the choir sounding better than they had for years.  She was able to help them fix their vowels and fine tune the way they sang.  Sister Carter was beside herself with excitement at having a choir that sounded somewhat good rather than a jumbled mess of noise.

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re a god send!” Sister Carter ran up to her as rehearsal drew to a close.  “Could I ask you to help with one more thing?”

“Uh, sure,” Y/N sighed.

“Miss Natasha Romanov here,” Sister Carter waved over one of the altos, who quickly came over, “has a solo in the song ‘Silent Night.’  Could you help her with it a bit?”

Y/N shook Natasha’s hand as they all walked over to the piano.  Bucky had been watching from the sidelines the entire time, admiring Y/N’s way of teaching people and her patience with them.  He got to hear her sing little snippets of the songs.  She had a nice voice, and he enjoyed getting to see this small part of her that she had buried long ago.  He also felt a protective streak over Y/N, feeling the need to watch over the rehearsal to make sure she wasn’t pushed too far into doing things she wasn’t comfortable with.  

As they practiced and Natasha was singing Y/N would interrupt and suggest trying something different, and when Natasha tried again it sounded better, making Natasha feel confident and smiling widely at her.  Bucky felt himself smiling like an idiot as he watched.  At one point Natasha was struggling with a higher note.

“Okay, yeah as an alto that’s a little out of range for you, so maybe if you try this,” Y/N showed Natasha how to breath to get the right support then showed her how to position herself and how to imagine the sound coming out of her mouth and through her body.  “So…’Sleep in heavenly peace…sleep in heavenly peace’…”

Bucky was transfixed.  Y/N’s voice at full volume, sweeping through the melody like it was second nature to her, with a perfect vibrato to it, was a sound he would gladly die to.  Natasha repeated what Y/N had done and was able to recreate the sound almost perfectly.  All 3 of the ladies celebrated with each other and ended practice. Bucky stood and started cleaning up after everyone that had come for Christmas Mass prep as Natasha left and Sister Carter and Y/N spoke to each other.

 “Thank you for your help, Miss Y/L/N,” Sister Carter gushed over her.  She glanced at Bucky who was farther away.  “Looks like we had a fan watching us.”

“What a weirdo,” Y/N mock whispered.  

“He’s quite the looker,” Sister Carter said, watching Y/N’s face carefully.

Y/N gave her a perplexed look.  “Um, yeah, he’s pretty…yeah, pretty.”

“Too bad he’s a man of the cloth, am I right?”

“I’m sorry, Sister, what are you trying to say?” Y/N faced her, her eyebrows furrowing as she gave her a disapproving look.

“Nothing!  Oh I mean no offense, dear.  It’s just hard to see a young, good-looking priest be distracted by a…well…”

“A what?” Y/N dared her, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Sister Carter’s friendly exterior seemed to melt away as she gave Y/N a disapproving look back.  “I see the way you look at each other, dear.  It won’t happen.  He’s a priest.  He will always choose God over you.  You’re his temptation, his Jezebel, nothing more.”  

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at her accusation, a loud scoff leaving her open mouth.  “I beg your pardon?”

“I must get going, dear.  Thank you again for your help tonight,” Sister Carter quickly gathered her song books and gave Y/N one last tight smile before leaving the sanctuary.

Y/N watched her leave, astonishment still on her face at her audacity.  She huffed a sharp breath and quickly gathered her things.  As she turned to leave she almost smacked right into Bucky.

“Oh god, I mean gosh, I mean…ugh,” Y/N grunted as she stepped back.  “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

“Whoa, what’s the rush, Y/N?” Bucky asked, an amused smile on his face.  It disappeared as he looked at Y/N’s expression.  “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N retorted, rubbing her face with her hand.  “It’s just late, I’m tired.”

“Oh, well, you sounded amazing up there,” Bucky complimented her.  Y/N watched him as he smiled at her.  “You’re a great teacher.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing at Bucky.

“Like what?” Bucky recoiled.

“Like…” Y/N stopped.  She had had some serious feelings for Bucky ever since he had comforted her that first day after the office meeting.  The coffee dates and long walks together as they talked cemented the fact that she not just liked him and found him attractive, but wanted him on a primal level.  She felt like she had been doing a good job at keeping up the act of just being friends, besides the odd holding hands or hugging that was very brief.  But if someone else could see something happening between them, it wasn’t as subtle as she had hoped.  She shook her head at herself and shut her eyes tight.  “I’m the temptation…” she muttered.

“What?” Bucky asked, leaning in to hear her.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.  Excuse me,” Y/N scurried around him.  

Bucky stopped her with a hand on her arm.  “Wait, did Sister Carter say something to you?” he asked.  Y/N tried to shake his hold on her but he wouldn’t budge.

“Let me go, Buck,” she tried to keep walking.

“No, wait,” Bucky suddenly cupped her face in his hands.  Y/N froze, her eyes widening and her hands instantly grabbing his wrists close to her face.  They sat there in silence, staring at each other, their breathing getting heavier, the space between them closer than it had ever been before.  Bucky’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, flickering back and forth and then glancing down to her lips.  Y/N gasped and pushed his hands away.  Bucky stepped back, his hands still in front of himself like he didn’t recognize them as his own.  “I’m…I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Y/N felt like she could cry.  She wanted to reassure him, to hold him to her chest and stroke his hair and tell him it was alright, anything to wipe that awful horrified look off of his face.  And yet the words kept tumbling around in her head.  “Temptation…Jezebel…you’re the Jezebel…”  She inhaled a shaky breath then turned and literally ran out of the sanctuary.

Bucky felt like he couldn’t move as he watched her run.  What did he just do?  Why did he do that?  He held her, didn’t want her to leave, even felt like he was about to kiss her.  What was happening?

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The Temptation Chapter 1

Here's the Priest!Bucky fic! I hope y'all like it. Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

“Father Barnes, I have some unfortunate news.”

Bucky turned towards his senior priest, Father Richards.  “Yes?”

“Constance Y/L/N has just passed away.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed the news.  “How sad.  I mean, she was getting up there in age but, still, a great loss.”

“Yes, it is.  Her funeral arrangements will be handled by her granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N.  She should be landing into town tomorrow, I was hoping you would be willing to pick her up at the airport and bring her to Constance’s home, then schedule a meeting about the arrangements and the service?”

“Of course, Father.”

That’s where Bucky found himself now, waiting in the baggage claim area of the airport with a sign in his hand that had her name written on it.  He had no idea what she looked like or knew anything about her.  As he looked around, waiting patiently, a woman came through the door that made him do a double take.  She was beautiful, short and curvy, dressed in a long black dress that she kept stepping on, covered by an oversized, long, black and ripped sweatshirt that read “WOMEN RUN SHIT” in red embroidery, Converse sneakers that peeked from under her dress, with long pointy nails and her pink hair piled atop her head, held up by a black scarf.  She had very little makeup on except for a dark, blood red lipstick that Bucky couldn’t seem to stop staring at.  She looked around until her eyes fell on Bucky, read the sign, and gave him a polite smile as she headed towards him.  Bucky gave her a polite smile back as he tried to hide the panic he was feeling inside.   

“Father Barnes?” Y/N asked as she approached him.

“Yes, Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” she flashed him a full smile, making her teeth look stark against her lipstick.  

“Is this all you have?” Bucky asked, looking at the purse and backpack slung over her shoulders and the large rolling suitcase she had.

“Yep, don’t have much.  Thank you for the ride.  I haven’t been to Brooklyn since I was a kid and I just didn’t wanna deal with the hassle of a taxi or Uber.”

“It’s no problem.”

Bucky tried hard to not stare at her or even look at her too much.  He had been a priest at his parish for 15 years, and had never had a moment where he felt like he was being led astray, like he’d always been warned about during his seminary years.  He felt secure in his promises and covenants to the church and to God.  And yet here was this woman, who just waltzed into his life on a chance, who he was feeling something very strange towards that made him question his life.  And he didn’t even know her.  Sinful.

“So what do you do for a living?” Bucky tried to break the ice as he drove silently, weaving through the New York traffic as best as he could.

“I’m a traveling photographer,” Y/N said as she watched the buildings and bridges fly by.  

“Really?  That’s interesting.  How did you get into that?” he asked.

“Um, it just kinda fell into my lap, I guess,” Y/N answered, giving him a glance.  “I grew up in Brooklyn, went to the church and everything with my grandmother, but at 16 I decided it wasn’t for me and went through a bit of a rough patch for a while.  Started taking pictures as I went from place to place, posting online, and gained a following.  Here I am, 16 years later, getting paid to go places and take pictures and give travel advice.”

“Wow,” Bucky breathed.  “Where’s your favorite place you’ve been?

“Well, traveling as a plus sized person has its challenges,” she started, shifting in her seat.  “The place that I felt most comfortable was the Leeward Islands, so Bora Bora, Tahiti, those areas of French Polynesia.”

“Very tropical,” Bucky commented.

“Ha, yes,” she giggled.  “A big reason why I loved it.”  She paused and looked at him.  “Have you ever been on a beach like that?”

“No,” Bucky answered.  “A beach at a lake when I was a kid, but nothing quite as pretty as crystal blue waters,” he glanced at her, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Hm,” Y/N watched him, a sad expression flitting across her face.  “That’s too bad.  There’s really nothing like it.”  She paused again, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips.  “A pretty thing like you on a sandy beach in Bora Bora would do wonders with the locals.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her compliment.  He cleared his throat and swallowed as he tried to relax the blush that filled his cheeks.  “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Anytime, handsome,” she teased him, huffing out a laugh at his expense.

Bucky wasn’t blind to the fact that he had attractive features.  He’d been hit on too many times to count by the women, and some of the men, in his congregation throughout the years.  Some tried harder than others, the idea of a forbidden love or lust-driven “corrupting the priest” sounding appealing.  He’d been able to squash those easily.  He could of course see or recognize when people were attractive, and occasionally had the fleeting thought of “what if?”  But it sounded different coming from her for some reason.  

“I mean really, if the priests looked like you when I was in church I would have paid more attention.”

She said it in such a deadpan tone that Bucky couldn’t help but to fully laugh.  She joined him in laughing as they finally pulled up to her grandmother’s brownstone home.  Bucky helped her hoist her large luggage up the stairs.  Y/N grabbed the key from the hidden spot that the estate lawyer had told her about and let herself and Bucky in.  She wheeled the luggage off to the side as she looked around the foyer.

“Almost exactly the same,” she muttered.

“Y/N–”

“You know, it’s just very strange for me to call you Father,” Y/N interrupted him as she whirled around to face him.  “What’s your first name?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up.  “Oh, um, it’s James, but I always went by Bucky.”

“Bucky?” Y/N repeated it, looking confused.

Bucky silently reveled in how she said his name.  “My middle name is Buchanan, don’t ask me why,” he joked, making her snort.  “Bucky for short.  I just always went by that rather than James when I was younger.”

“Well is it alright if I call you Bucky?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Bucky really should have said no, that it’s not appropriate for people to call him by his name rather than his title.  Yet he found himself saying, “Yes.”

“Great.  I’m sorry I interrupted you, what were you going to say?” 

“Well, my senior priest, Father Richards and I would like to set up a meeting with you to go over the funeral arrangements.  When would you like to do that?”

“Sure, um…” Y/N got distracted by something in the foyer.  Bucky followed her eye line to the large cross her grandmother had mounted above the door.  She sighed heavily before meeting his gaze.  “How about tomorrow?  10 a.m.?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky agreed.  “Well, is there anything else I could help you with while I’m here?”

“No, thank you.  You’ve been very helpful,” Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great, see you then.”  Bucky turned away and out the door, unable to handle being in such a close space with her anymore.

As he got back into the parish car and drove back to the church he heaved a heavy sigh of his own.  This is going to be dangerous.

***

The next morning Bucky found himself taking more time to get ready.  He was trimming his beard, redoing his hair in a bun and repeatedly straightening out his Roman collar and his shirt.  He knew why he was doing it but was in deep denial.

Father Richards was waiting in the main office as Bucky went out to the sanctuary to see if Y/N had shown up yet.  When he walked in he easily found her sitting on one of the pews.  Today she wore a long, fluffy cardigan with a sports bra and flowy lounge pants.  She wore no makeup and her hair looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.  

“Good morning, Y/N,” Bucky greeted her as he approached.

Y/N was staring at the large cross at the front of the sanctuary with the statue of Jesus hanging on it.  Her eyes slowly turned to him, a frown on her face that she tried to hide quickly.

“Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him, her voice sounding scratchy.  “I’m sorry I look a mess, the jet lag is making me feel rough.”

“I understand, it’s alright,” Bucky gestured for her to follow him.

He led her back into the hallways of the church until they reached the main priest’s office.  Y/N paused for a moment outside the office door as Bucky held it open for her, before she inhaled quickly and stepped through the door.

“Miss Y/L/N, my name is Father Richards,” Richards held his hand out, which she stiffly shook.  “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under more pleasant circumstances.  May I offer my deepest condolences to you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said somberly.  She sat on the chair in front of the large wooden desk.  Her eyes settled on one scuffed spot on the desk as Father Richards and Bucky sat across from her.

“So, let’s get started,” Father Richards began.  “I’m sure you know your grandmother was a big supporter of the church.  She gave us some of our largest donations over her lifetime.  She had some instructions she left with me but I wanted to make sure everything sounded good to you before I enacted them, or if there was something left in her will that I wasn’t aware of?”

“The will and everything else is stuck in probate court right now,” Y/N answered, her tired eyes trying to focus on him.  “So honestly, whatever she told you is fine.  Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“I see,” Father Richards said, sounding a little annoyed.  Bucky glanced at him.

“Please don’t mistake my indifference for not caring,” Y/N retorted.  “I loved my grandmother, I just didn’t love her religion.  And that caused a rift between us.  I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years, so I was pretty surprised when I got a call from a lawyer in New York telling me she’d died and left me everything,” she continued, her words getting more curt by the second.  “No offense to either of you but me being here is highly triggering.  So is there anything else you need from me?”

“Uh, yes,” Richards tried to recover the conversation, his tone sounding more jovial.  “She did ask that you sing at her funeral.”  

“Absolutely not,” Y/N spat, her eyes narrowing as she minutely shook her head.

“Oh, well, I mean that’s what she wrote here–”

“No.”  

Bucky watched on in concern.  He knew the church came with a lot of baggage for some people, that its history was unclean.  He worried about what this would mean for them as she worked with them for this funeral.

“Hm, of course you don’t have to, but she always said how you had a lovely singing voice–”

“I said no,” she seethed.  “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she stood suddenly, Bucky and Father Richards copying her.  “I need to go.  Just call me if you need something else.”  She rummaged into her cardigan pocket, pulling out a wallet and taking out a business card, flinging it at them on the desk.  “Good day.”

She turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the office.  Father Richards and Bucky exchanged a bewildered look.  “Go,” Father Richards instructed.

Bucky jogged out of the office to catch up to Y/N.  “Y/N, please wait!”

Y/N sighed loudly as she turned back around to Bucky.  “I’m sorry for my rudeness, I just can’t stay here,” she said, continuing to walk away. 

“Hey,” he jogged around her until he faced her.  “Obviously there’s some deep problems you have with the church.”

“No shit Sherlock,” she dodged him, heading towards the front doors.

“And I don’t blame you!” Bucky walked alongside her.  “There have been bad things that have happened in its history.”

Y/N stopped abruptly as she rounded on him.  “To ME!” she pointed a finger towards herself.  Bucky stopped, his eyes widening at her.  She was shaking as she tried to calm herself.  She took a deep breath and a step back from him.  “I appreciate that the church has given you comfort, peace, a purpose maybe, but I grew up here,” she paused, stopping herself from crying.  “Father Carmine was here before you two, right?”  Bucky nodded his head slowly as he watched her.  “He hurt me.”

Bucky felt his heart plummet.  He had met Father Carmine many years ago as he and Father Richards were transferred in to replace him.  He had had an amazing rapport with the community, his congregation seemed to love him.  Now Bucky knew the reason for his sudden retirement.

Y/N scoffed.  “That notch on the desk?  In the office?  That’s from the heel of my shoe,” she took a step closer to him as she peered up at him, a fury in her eyes that made him feel like withering on the spot.  “My Mary Jane shoes, from my school uniform, when I was 15 years old.”  Bucky felt like he was going to throw up as he digested this information.  “So you’ll have to excuse me, if coming here to the place where I was abused and then unbelieved by the woman who raised me who I now have to bury, is dredging up some pretty raw emotions in me right now.”  Y/N was whispering now, her eyes filling with tears as she glared at him.  “Every cross, every Jesus statue, every rosary, every goddamn Roman collar,” her eyes flickered to his neck, “reminds me of that day.  So the fact that my grandmother was willing to still hold her funeral here in this godforsaken place, and then have the audacity to throw her money at me and ask me to sing?”  Y/N shivered violently as she grunted.  “I can’t…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do as he watched her fight off an oncoming panic attack.  “Y/N, hey…look,” he started to take off his Roman collar.  She watched him hesitantly.  “See?  Look, just me.  Not Father Barnes, not Father anything, just Bucky.”  He held his hands up towards her in a sign of meaning no harm.  “Constance was extremely devout, for sure,” Y/N scoffed again, rolling her eyes.  “But that was no excuse for her not to believe you,” he took a step forward.  Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him.  “You deserved to be believed.  You deserved justice, and you never got it.  I’m so sorry,” he took another step until he could reach out and hold her arms.  He lowered his face so he was eye level with her.  “I’m so sorry for what happened to you.  You didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that.” Y/N’s tears finally fell as she shook in his hands.  “And I’m sorry for Father Richards pushing you, he’s a very…no nonsense, regimented kind of guy.  But he should have taken your refusal the first time.”  He squeezed her arms and she took a shaky breath.  “We’ll follow her instructions, get through the funeral, and then you can be done with this place.  And go enjoy a long vacation on a beach in Bora Bora for me.”

Y/N laughed at that, her smile finally breaking the sadness etched in her face.  She wiped her eyes as Bucky dropped his hands from her.  He felt like his palms were stinging from the sensation of touching her.  “Thank you, Bucky,” she sniffed.  

“No problem,” he smiled at her.  “I know this isn’t a great place for you, but I hope you know that I believe you, and I’m here for you.”

Y/N gave him a long look, her eyes roaming his face momentarily.  She nodded and turned to leave, then suddenly turned back around and walked up to him.  She wound her arms around his waist and gave him a hug, squeezing him.  He barely had a chance to hug her back before she stepped away and walked out of the front doors.  Bucky watched her leave, already missing the way she smelled.

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Marriage of Convenience Chapter 5 FINAL

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

All during dinner, with scorched steak, overly creamy mashed potatoes and bruised pears, Bucky and Y/N were insatiable.  Bucky kept a hand on her thigh at all times under the table, every once in a while his hand traveling up closer to in between her legs.  Y/N would stand up and act like there wasn’t enough room to get out quickly, and would brush her breasts against his shoulder as she would get up and sit back down.  When everything was cleared, cleaned, and everyone went back to their individual bunks in the back houses, Y/N went upstairs, buzzing with excitement and a little scared with anticipation.  

When she reached the bedroom she took a deep breath and opened the door.  At the end of the bed stood Bucky, shirtless, his underwear low on his hips, his hair wet from a quick wash.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted her as she stepped in and closed the door behind her.  

“Hey, darlin’,” she said.  He smirked at the pet name.

“Come here,” he instructed as he faced her.  Y/N walked over to him, her hands clenching at her sides.  “Just relax, Y/N,” he chuckled at the tense look on her face.  His hands ran up her arms and massaged her shoulders.  “If you’re still not sure we don’t have to.”

“No, no I want to,” Y/N said quickly.  “I’m not sure…what to do now.”

“How about we start from where we left off earlier?” Bucky suggested, his fingers moving towards the buttons on her dress.

“Okay,” she whispered as she nodded.  She watched him unbutton her dress all the way down until she could slip out of it.  When she was in her undergarments she helped him unbutton and unstrap everything until she was naked in front of him.  Bucky admired her, his eyes raking over every curve and dimple.  His scrutiny made her shy and she started trying to cover herself.  

“No, sweetheart,” he pushed her hands away from her chest.  “You’re beautiful.”

He led her over to the bed and had her sit down on the edge.  “I’m going to take these off, alright?” he asked, hooking his fingers under the top rim of his underwear.  Y/N nodded.  He stepped back a little and slipped them down his legs until he stood bare in front of her.  Y/N stared at him wide eyed.  Y/N had seen a few penises on accident before as some men were leaving a creek after a swim, and thought it an odd appendage.  But those men didn’t compare to Bucky in size or length.  

She didn’t know why but her mouth started watering and she wanted to touch it.  “May I?” she asked, her hand slowly reaching forward.

“Yeah,” Bucky said, stepping back towards her until he was standing between her legs.  She touched it with her finger first, running it up his length and down again, just getting used to the feel of it.  She then wrapped her fingers around him, holding his cock gently in her hand, noting how small her hand looked compared to it.  His cock started to harden then, jumping a little. 

“Is that what happens when it’s ready?” Y/N asked innocently, looking up at him.

“Yes,” Bucky breathed.  “It’s, uh, getting excited.”

Y/N giggled at that.  Bucky covered her hand on his cock with his hand and started to make her move her hand, showing her what to do.  “That’s what helps it get harder…ah,” he gasped as she gripped it a little harder.  “Not too hard, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.  “Is that all?”

“Well, it’s also nice when, uh, when it’s sucked on,” Bucky let go of her hand and let her keep tugging on him, her hand getting used to the movement.

“Suck on it?  How do you even put your whole mouth on it?” she asked incredulously.  Bucky’s smirk widened.  

“You sure know how to make a guy feel special, sweetheart,” Bucky praised her.  “You don’t have to, it’s just something that feels nice.”

Y/N took it as a challenge and leaned forward.  She kissed the tip of it, making him gasp again.  She opened her mouth and licked it from the tip to the base of it and back.

“Shit, sweetheart, that’s good,” Bucky’s eyes shut tight as he tried not to thrust.

Y/N opened her mouth wider until she could wrap her lips around the tip, then gave him a suck.  Bucky’s knees almost buckled as he steadied himself with his hands on her shoulders.  She gained confidence as she started moving back and forth with him in her mouth, sucking and licking his cock slowly, getting used to how it felt on her tongue.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Bucky moaned, his fingers now skimming along her jaw as she widened her mouth as much as she could, taking as much of him in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.  She gagged lightly, one hand now coming to grip his thigh, the other still moving along the part of his cock she couldn’t get in her mouth.  “You’re a natural sweetheart, goddamn.”

Bucky involuntarily thrust into her mouth, making her jaw close.  “Oooh, no teeth.  I’m sorry, that was my fault,” he said as he gripped her jaw.  “It just feels so good.  You’re so good at this.”  Y/N hummed at his praise, the vibrations on his cock making him shiver.  “God, if you keep doing that I won’t last,” he muttered and then pulled himself slowly out of her mouth.  Y/N’s eyes were a little teary from gagging, but she smiled up at him when he looked down at her.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he dipped down to kiss her.  He helped her move up the bed until they were both on it comfortably.  He settled between her legs as he started kissing and sucking on her breasts like he did earlier.  While one of his hands was playing with one breast his other hand slipped down to her lower lips, searching for that special spot again.  She was already wet, making Bucky groan as his fingers slipped until his middle finger found her clit, rubbing it in quick circles and then dipping that finger deep inside her.  Y/N’s hips bucked against his hand as she broke the kiss.

“Oh god,” she sighed, her hands running down to his chest.  She scratched her nails down until her fingers found his nipples and gave them small flicks like he’d done to hers.

“AH, shit, sweetheart,” Bucky’s hips trembled.  “You ready to try?”

“Yes,” Y/N pleaded, the ache in her core to be filled by something getting worse by the minute.  

“I’ll go slow,” Bucky promised as he positioned himself between her legs.  He held his cock, giving himself a few pumps with his hand, before he lined himself up.  He pushed forward just enough until the tip was pushing inside.  Y/N tensed at the intrusion, which was much bigger than his fingers.  “It’s okay, relax,” Bucky said as he stopped, letting her get used to the first bit.  “Just breathe.”  He kissed her again, distracting her from the pressure.  He pushed about an inch further in, making Y/N grip his shoulders.  “You okay?” he asked, watching her face as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed.

Bucky reached his hand back down between them and started rubbing her clit again.  The distraction was enough for her to feel more pleasure rather than pain, and she squirmed as the tension deep within her started to build.  As he flicked her clit he pushed further, getting closer to being fully seated.  Right as she was beginning to reach her first orgasm he pushed all the way in, making her arch her back as her pussy fluttered around him.

“Ah!  Shit!  Fuck!” she cried as her fingers dug into his back as she came.  Bucky willed himself not to cum, as good as it felt with her squeezing him.

“Doing so good, sweetheart, taking me so well,” Bucky praised her as she calmed down.  “I’m going to start moving, okay?”

“Please,” Y/N moaned, the fullness making her lightheaded.

Bucky smiled and slowly pulled back, then watched her face as he thrust back in.  Y/N’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, her hands slipping to grip his upper arms as her legs hooked themselves behind his back.  The angle helped him slide a little deeper, making her whimper when he hit a certain spot.

Bucky kissed her again as he went a little faster, always checking to make sure Y/N wasn’t in pain.  “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he kissed all over her face.  “How do you feel?”

“So fuuulllllll…” Y/N whined.  “Don’t stop.”

He felt her flutter around him again, making him drop his head to her shoulder.  “Fuck, you about to cum again, Y/N?  You like it when I’m so deep inside you like this?” He punctuated his words with a harder thrust.

“OH GOD, keep doing that,” Y/N cried, looking down to watch him pull in and out of her.  She unhooked her legs so she could plant her feet down on the bed.

“Goddammit, yes ma’am,” Bucky smirked as he angled himself up a bit and then started pounding into her.  The sound of their mingled breaths and moans and the skin slapping on skin filled the room.  Bucky kissed, licked or sucked every inch of skin he could reach as he increased the pace.  Y/N’s moans became higher and higher pitched as Bucky kept hitting that one spot deep inside.

“Buck…it’s happening again,” she gasped, her hands flying up to grip the pillows above her head.  “I’m…gonna…”

“Go ahead, Y/N, I’m right there, right…there!  Shit…I love you,” Bucky growled into her ear as he hooked one of her legs over his hip.

“Love…you…” she said, and then she screamed his name as she came again.  This one was even bigger than before.  Bucky felt like he was locked inside of her as she came, squeezing so hard like she was literally milking it out of him as he came with her.  Her body shook and her legs stiffened as he filled her up, a string of expletives and praises falling from his lips as he kissed her again and again.

When Y/N felt like she came back to herself she opened her eyes and found Bucky already staring at her.  He gave her a small smile and nuzzled her nose with his nose.  “How did that feel, sweetheart?” he asked, a little mirth underlying the tone of his voice.

Y/N giggled.  “Hm…I don’t know.”  Bucky’s eyes narrowed at her.  “I might have to try it again, see how I feel.”

Bucky scrunched his nose at her joke and thrust inside of her again.  Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of him leaking out of her as he brushed against the deep spot inside her again.  “That’s what I thought, you tease,” Bucky chuckled.

“It was amazing, Bucky.  I get it now,” Y/N sighed.  

Bucky huffed a laugh, kissing her cheeks and nose and then her mouth.  “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, darlin’,” she whispered.

***

10 months later

“I got here as soon as I could,” Dr. Banner panted as he ran up towards the house.

“Hurry!” Steve pushed him through the door, directing him to the bedroom upstairs.

The men were all gathered in the main house, sitting or pacing around the front sitting room, waiting anxiously.  Today was the day.  Another loud scream shook the house, making Luis cry harder as Diego and Joaquin comforted him and continued praying.

Another hour went by when the screams died down.  They all stood stock still, straining to hear anything.  Then… “wwaahhh!”  A baby cry.  They all burst into tears, some of them whooping and singing a celebratory song, dancing around the furniture.

Y/N was exhausted, but it was finally over.  At the foot of the bed stood Bucky, holding their newborn baby.  Steve was at the head of the bed next to Y/N, brushing away the sweat on her face and congratulating her.  Dr. Banner was still between her legs, cleaning up the afterbirth and making sure everything was safe and in order.

“What is it?” Y/N sighed, her tired eyes drooping as her body started to relax.

Bucky looked at her with wet eyes.  He wasn’t one to cry normally, so it was a strange sight for her to see.  He walked over to the opposite side of Steve and sat next to her on the bed.  He leaned down and set the baby on Y/N’s chest.

“It’s a girl,” Bucky cried, adjusting the blanket around her as he smiled adoringly at his two girls.

“A girl,” Y/N breathed, gazing at the tiny being.  She was pink and looked squished, and yet Y/N fell in love with her instantaneously.  

“She’s beautiful,” Steve stared in wonderment at the baby.  “Congratulations, you two.”

“Thank you,” Bucky smiled at his friend, squeezing Steve’s arm across the bed. 

“What will we name her?” Bucky asked Y/N as he laid next to her while Dr. Banner started cleaning up his medicine bag.

“What do you think of Luisa?” Y/N asked, giving him a hopeful smile.

“That’s perfect,” Bucky agreed.

“Luisa…Juniper.  Luisa Juniper Barnes?” 

Bucky’s lips quivered as he watched his baby squirm in his wife’s arms. “Yes.  My Luisa.”

A few hours later once everything and everyone was cleaned up Y/N came down the stairs with their baby in her arms and Bucky and Steve right behind her.  All the men were still there, and upon seeing who came down all immediately stood up and watched her with wide smiles.  “Mis amores (my loves), this is my daughter, Luisa Juniper Barnes.”

They all gasped at hearing her first name and looked at Luis, who had to sit down from being overcome with emotions.  They each approached her and gave her hugs, kisses, and greeted the baby, congratulating her and Bucky.  A little later she let Steve hold her, which reduced him to a cooing and crying mess.  Y/N looked around at all the people in her life.  Luis, Diego, Joaquin, Santiago, Emiliano, Jorge, Pedro, Oscar, Steve, Bucky, and now her little Luisa.  She thanked whatever great spirit was out in the world that helped in joining her and Bucky together to create this beautiful life she lived.

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Marriage of Convenience Chapter 4

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

Life went on as usual on the farm.  The fact that Y/N and Bucky were now married hadn’t changed anything very much, besides the fact that he now slept in her bed and kissed her a lot.  She couldn’t seem to get used to the times the mountain of a man would sometimes be half naked, flashing his torso at her periodically as he changed for bed.  After their first night together they hadn’t done anything else.  Bucky told her he was patient and could wait until she felt ready to do more.  The problem was she wanted to do more, but didn’t know how to initiate the conversation or the act.  And frankly she was a little scared of what was between his legs.

They had been married for a little over two months when Bucky came riding in fast from the perimeter one day.  Y/N was in the chicken coop part of the barn gathering eggs when she heard the frantic pounding of hooves and ran out to see what was going on.  Luis was nearby, shoeing his horse, and walked over to Y/N.  Bucky quickly pulled up as he got close and hopped off the horse.

“It’s the Sheriff,” he panted as he ran up to her.  “Pierce is here.  He’s with his deputy and the Parson.”

“What?” Y/N said incredulously.  “Why would they come all the way out here?”  Bucky shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as he caught his breath.  “Alright, well we have nothing to fear, we didn’t do anything wrong.  Luis, could you go inform the others they are here?  I’ll go inside and start getting some food ready for them.”  Luis nodded and quickly set off to warn the others.  She turned to Bucky who looked as worried as she felt.  “Buck, stay with me?”

“Of course,” Bucky nodded.  He put his horse away and went inside with her, quickly changing into a more dressy shirt and pants, keeping his gun tucked away, while Y/N was in the kitchen, watching out the window for the dust to start picking up from horse hooves.  When she saw it she called for Bucky, who was almost instantaneously by her side.

As she laid out refreshments on the dining table Sheriff Pierce, his deputy Steve Rogers, and the Parson, Mr. Stark, rode up outside.  “Gentlemen, welcome,” Bucky greeted them at the front door, trying to put on his most polite smile.  They all dismounted and tied their horses to the post at the edge of the house.  Steve and Mr. Stark looked friendly enough, but Pierce was glaring at Bucky.  “Quite a long way for a visit?” Bucky ventured as he stepped down the front stoop and walked up to them.  He shook hands with each of them, Pierce trying and failing to squeeze Bucky’s hand intimidatingly.

“Just some business to attend to, Buck,” Steve said, giving Bucky a narrow-eyed look, his eyes glancing toward the house and back at him.  Bucky and Steve had been childhood friends who had lost track of each other since Buck came out to the farm.  Bucky felt like he could trust Steve but was still wary of him coming with Pierce, and after that look knew that something was up.

“Hello!” Y/N appeared at the doorway, putting on quite the convincing act of doting housewife in another dress she pulled out from deep in her closet.  Bucky’s eyes widened at her outfit change.  She still usually wore pants or overalls around the farm so seeing her in a dress again after their wedding day was a rare occurrence.  “Won’t you all come in?  I have some refreshments inside.”

“That sounds amazing, thank you ma’am,” Mr. Stark piped up, ascending the stairs quickly.  Pierce rolled his eyes and followed the rest of them into the house, Bucky two steps behind him, watching him carefully.

Y/N led them into the dining room where she laid out some water, lemonade and the blackberry muffins she had been working on that morning.  “I have some cookies that should be done soon, and steak and potatoes cooking up for dinner in an hour that you’re welcome to stay for, if you’d like.”

“Thank you,” Steve smiled at her as he took a seat.  Mr. Stark sat next to him and Pierce sat at the end of the table.  Bucky rounded the table to the other end, giving Y/N a kiss on her temple before sitting down.  She smiled at him before starting to plate the muffins and pass around the drinks.

“So what brings you all out to this neck of the woods?” Y/N began, wanting to get this over with.

“An investigation,” Pierce finally piped up.

“Investigation?  Oh dear, I hope it’s nothing serious,” Y/N said.  She heard a ding coming from the kitchen.  “Oh, excuse me, I must get the cookies.”  She walked out and the table grew silent again.  Bucky stared Pierce down, waiting for him to break the silence, but he didn’t.  He merely stared back at Bucky.  

“Here we go,” Y/N came back with a plate of hot cookies.  “They’re cherry, so I hope you like them.”

“They smell wonderful, thank you,” Mr. Stark said as he gingerly picked one up and put it on his plate.

“Alright, enough of the niceties, what’s the issue, Sheriff?” Bucky finally spoke, tired of waiting on the old man.

Pierce huffed then motioned for Y/N to sit down.  She didn’t appreciate him trying to tell her what to do in her own house but chose not to pick a fight and sat next to Bucky.

“It’s come to my attention that the day you came to town to get married was the day after your father died, is this true?” Pierce started, eyeing his plate.

“Yes, unfortunately Papa passed away before he could see us get married,” Y/N said sadly.  “You saw him those few weeks before.  His health declined very quickly.”

“It did,” Pierce agreed before looking at Y/N, his eyes burning with something.  She realized that it was jealousy.  He had wanted to marry her for the farm, and when that slipped away to another man he wasn’t willing to accept defeat.  Her eyes narrowed back at him.  “So you were engaged for how long?”

“Six weeks,” Bucky lied, reaching out and holding Y/N’s hand on the table.

“Very fast,” Pierce remarked.  “You must understand that under the circumstances, with your inheritance of the land, and women unable to own property, that this marriage seems to be one of convenience…a sham.  Which is fraud.”

“That’s a brash accusation, Sheriff,” Steve chimed in, giving Pierce a sharp look.  

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Pierce asked, the corner of his mouth twitching in annoyance.  “Mr. Stark, when they came to the church house that day to be married did they celebrate or go straight into town to conduct business?”

“Oh, uh, well they rode over to the courthouse afterwards,” Mr. Stark said, looking confused as he stuffed his mouth with cookies.  “But we tell all our married couples to do that, just to get it on the record quickly so they don’t have to waste postage or anything later.”

Pierce glared at him.  “And then you said you saw them at the bank later!”

“Yes, while I went to the general store, they came out of the bank,” Mr. Stark said, not understanding what was happening.  “Is that why you had me come all the way out here?  Was as a witness to something?”

“You didn’t tell him he’s a witness?” Steve barked at Pierce, his eyes flashing dangerously.  

“I’m asking the questions here, Deputy,” Pierce snapped back.  

“We did all business in town that day so we wouldn’t have to come back again soon,” Y/N said cooly.  “It’s a four hour ride by wagon.  You took, what, two hours here by free horse?  Doing business in town is an all-day excursion for us, Sheriff, not an easy opportunity.  We just so happened to decide that getting married the day after my father died was the best course of action so there were no rumors flying around of any impropriety.  Obviously, rumors and gossip still have a way of rearing their ugly heads.”  

Pierce glared at her.  “The question still stands if this marriage is real.”

“Well, I married them, they signed the certificate, nothing improper was done on my end, so I wash my hands of this,” Mr. Stark said, annoyed at the situation.  “I’m heading back home, hopefully I won’t miss Pepper’s shepherd’s pie.  Congratulations again to you both, and good luck.”  He shook Bucky and Y/N’s hands, gave Pierce a sharp look and excused himself.

“Sheriff, this is ridicu–” 

“Have you consummated your marriage?”  Pierce interrupted Steve.

“Excuse me?” Bucky scoffed.

“Sir, that's highly inappropriate,” Steve glared at Pierce.  “You don’t have to answer that,” he turned to Bucky.

“No, he does!” Pierce yelled.  “It’s all well and good to put on a show and kiss each other in public, but what’s important is whether this marriage has made it past the town border!”  He stood suddenly, knocking back the chair he was sitting in.  Bucky and Steve stood up, Bucky’s hand twitching towards his back for his gun.  Y/N stayed seated.  

“He sleeps in my bed,” she said quietly.  All eyes swiveled to her.  “He kisses me.  He touches me.  He loves me, and I love him,” she continued, her eyes burning with anger and frustration.  Bucky inhaled sharply.  “My father loved him as his own.  So for you to come all the way out here, to my home, and insult my father, me, my husband, and our union, is a disgusting abuse of your power, Sheriff,” she spat the title at him.  Pierce’s eyes widened at her tone.  “I must ask you to leave,” she huffed, finally standing and walking to the front door just beyond the dining room.  She opened it wide and glared at him.  “Now.”

Pierce glared back at her, his mouth gaping.  “You…insolent…BITCH!”

Bucky growled and suddenly threw the chair Y/N had been sitting in at Pierce, knocking him down.  Steve stood back.  “Get out!” Bucky snarled as he lifted him by his collar and pulled him out of the house.  Pierce was wheezing after getting the wind knocked out of him, stumbling as Bucky dragged him back to the edge of the house, untied Pierce’s horse from the post and heaped Pierce on his stomach onto the saddle, tying him to the saddle and the reins haphazardly like a dead animal.  He roughly pulled Pierce’s face to look at him.  “You come back here, I’m shooting you on sight,” he threatened, then slapped the horse’s flank, making it take off back down the road, Pierce screaming as he slipped under the horse, still attached to the saddle.

Once they were out of sight Bucky turned back towards the house.  Y/N was at the top of the stairs, eyes wide as she watched the horse ride away, Steve next to her with a comforting hand on her shoulder.  Bucky closed his eyes and breathed, trying to calm himself as Steve walked down the stairs.  He stood in front of Bucky and gripped his shoulders. 

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of that,” Steve chuckled.  Bucky shook his head, silent laughter making his shoulders shake.  “I’m sorry about all this, I should have asked more questions, but he’s completely incompetent,” Steve then pulled him in for a quick hug, clapping him on the back. “I’ve been writing to the state to get us a new sheriff, after this I’m sure it’ll light a fire under their ass.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” Bucky said, accepting and returning the hug.  “I hope they appoint you.  I’m sorry for making a bigger mess.”

“Nah, it was fun to watch,” Steve laughed.  “Now go take care of your wife.  I’ll see y’all around.”  Steve gave him a final smile then jogged off to his horse, hopping on and waving as he rode away.

Bucky moved up the stairs, watching Y/N.  She was still looking off towards the road as Steve rode off and out of sight.  “Y/N?” he asked tentatively.  Y/N’s eyes finally met his, her eyes shining with unshed tears.  “Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky reached for her.  He cupped her face with his hands, swiping under her eyes as the tears fell.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Buck,” she cried, her fingers bunching into his shirt.  He pulled her into his chest, holding her as she cried.  He hadn’t seen her cry except for her father’s death, which was out of sadness, but now for this he wasn’t sure what to do.

“What happened?” Luis came clambering out from behind the house, the others hot on his heels.

“The Sheriff thought he had us,” Bucky explained as he rubbed Y/N’s back.  “But I convinced him not to come back.”

“You’re a dog, Bucky!” Emiliano cheered.  “Le golpeaste el culo (you beat his ass)!”  

“Y/N?” Luis walked up the stairs.  “Are you alright?”

Y/N quickly wiped her eyes, pushing away from Bucky.  “Yes, I’m fine,” she quickly put on a brave face, smiling politely at everyone.  “I’m sorry, I just…nevermind.  Dinner will be ready soon!”  She turned and walked back into the house.  Luis and Bucky gave each other a concerned look before Bucky walked inside and Luis gathered everyone else back to work.

Bucky found Y/N in the kitchen, flitting around and getting things ready.  She was mashing the potatoes when he stepped up behind her.  “Y/N, what’s wrong?”  Y/N just shook her head, refusing to look at him.  “Did I scare you?  I didn’t mean to, sweetheart, I’m sorry.  He just…I was so angry, I wanted him out.”  Y/N nodded but kept mashing.  “Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” Y/N said simply, turning towards the counter and grabbing some cream to add to the potatoes.

Bucky blinked.  “Then why were you crying?”

“I don’t know,” she said as she walked around him, opening the dutch oven on the fire and checking on the steak.  “It was an extremely heavy moment and I guess I had a lot of emotions happening at once.”

“I understand,” he said quietly.  “Did you mean what you said?”

Y/N paused when she reached the counter, then resumed picking up her knife and cutting the pears she had on the cutting board.  “What did I say?”

Bucky stood next to her, taking the knife from her hand and setting it down.  He pulled her chin towards him with his fingers, making her look at him.  She finally looked at him, her eyes still wet from before, a hesitant look on her face as she inhaled deeply.

“You said you loved me,” he murmured.  His eyes searched her face as she stared at him.  Y/N gulped and licked her lips.  “Is that true?”

“Yes.”

Bucky smiled.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know how,” Y/N answered, another tear falling from her eye.  She fully faced him and started sliding her hands up his stomach to his chest.  Bucky watched her movements, his mouth hanging open as she felt him.  “I don’t know how to do any of this,” she whispered.  “But ever since that first night when you took such good care of me, I’ve wanted you, and that very quickly turned into something…more.  Hearing Pierce try to threaten what we have scared me.  If what I’m feeling isn’t love then I don’t know what it is.”

Bucky sighed, feeling content at finally hearing her say it.  Her hands moved up and her fingers laced into his hair.  She pulled him down so she could reach his lips.  He gladly let her and kissed her eagerly, his arms wrapping around her back and hoisting her up to the counter.  Pears went flying onto the floor, the knife being knocked out of the reach as he set her down, his hands gripping her hips as she deepened the kiss.  Her nails scratched his scalp, making him moan into her mouth.  Y/N opened her mouth and Bucky took his chance to sneak his tongue out, tasting her lips.  She reciprocated and his hands slipped up towards the top of her dress.  It was buttoned in the front and he made quick work of the buttons, opening it far enough down that her cleavage was shown to him.  He kissed down from her mouth to her chest, giving her breasts kisses and licks, massaging them with his large hands.

Y/N whimpered at the sensations, holding his head against her chest. He cupped one breast out of her undergarment and held it in his hand as he licked and sucked on her nipple, making her keen against him, her breath fanning his ear.

Suddenly she smelled something burning.  “The steak!” Y/N shrieked, pushing Bucky away and hopping off the counter, running to the fire and using her dress as protection from the hot oven handle, taking it off the fire and opening the lid.  “Ah, shit,” she whined, setting the oven down on the floor.  She stepped away and looked back at Bucky.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him: Y/N with one breast hanging out of her undone dress, her hair frazzled and a discontented look on her face.  

“Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault!” Y/N yelled at him, tucking her breast back into her dress and buttoning it back up.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky kept laughing, helping pick up the pears and the knife off the floor. 

Y/N started laughing with him as he finished cleaning and hugged her.  “I’m sorry about dinner,” he chuckled, smoothing out her hair.  “Listen,” he took her chin between his fingers again, making her look at him.  “After dinner, when everyone’s gone to bed,” he paused, leaning down and kissing her lips again, but this time giving her bottom lip a nip with his teeth, making her gasp, “you’re mine.”

Y/N exhaled a shaky breath and nodded enthusiastically.  Bucky kissed her nose then left her alone in the kitchen.

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Marriage of Convenience Chapter 3

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

By the time they reached home it was past nightfall.  The men all came out of their quarters behind the main house to greet them and congratulate them, before everyone helped put the wagon and horses away then went back to bed.  Even on celebratory days the farm kept running.

It was getting late into the night as Y/N helped Bucky move his few things into her room.  She was folding some of his shirts and putting them in the dresser drawers when he came back from the washroom.  As she loaded the last of his clothes into the bottom drawer she looked at him and almost gasped.  He was in his underwear, which she expected, but his top half was still naked as he straightened out the nightshirt in his hands.  He caught sight of her ogling him and his signature smirk spread on his lips.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased her as he finally fixed his nightshirt and slipped it over his head.

Y/N cleared her throat and looked away, grabbing her night clothes and scurrying past him to the washroom.  “I’ll just be a moment,” she said under her breath before shutting the door.  She could hear Bucky chuckle on the other side and then the rustling of sheets as he settled onto the bed.  She took some deep breaths, trying to calm her thundering heart.  Bucky was tall, and she had assumed he was strong, you had to be working on a farm.  She had just never fully realized how big he would be.  His torso kept flashing in her mind as she took off her dress and got into her nightgown, which she was now realizing as she looked at herself in the mirror was a little sheer, showing the outline of her breasts in the light.  She huffed a sharp breath as she finished getting ready for bed and opened the door.

Bucky was sitting on the bed, reading one of the books she had on her nightstand as he was waiting for her.  “Which side do you normally sleep on?” he asked, before taking a look at her.  When he did his eyes bulged at her nightgown.  Y/N tried to discreetly cover her chest as she approached the bed.

“This side,” she gestured to the side that was already open.  She quickly got into bed and covered herself with her blankets, laying stiffly on her side facing away from Bucky.  “Goodnight, Bucky.”

Bucky sat silently for a moment before shifting himself so he was under the blankets as well.  He sidled up close to her and reached a hand out to caress her arm.  “Y/N, you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Y/N said briskly as she tried to even out her breathing.  She was very nervous.  Sleeping next to a man, a very attractive man, that she had just seen half naked was making her feel a strange twisting in her nether regions that she wasn’t familiar with.

Bucky hummed, then pulled at her arm to make her turn towards him.  She didn’t fight it and laid on her back, keeping her eyes closed and head turned away from him.  “Okay, then why won’t you look at me?” he chuckled.

“I’m just tired, Buck.  It was a long day of traveling,” she muttered.

Bucky scoffed.  “Sure…so your husband doesn’t get a goodnight kiss?”

Y/N peeked one eye open at him.  He had a mischievous grin on his face, his nose scrunching as he nuzzled her shoulder next to him.  She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her throat, snickering at his childish antics.

“What is with you and all this kissing?” she tried to tease him, although she really wanted to kiss him again.

“Oh come on,” Bucky laughed, sounding not the slightest bit fooled by her complaint.  “You know you like it.”

“So what if I do?” Y/N said, defiantly closing her eyes again.  

Bucky scooted closer to her, pressing his body right up next to her side.  He nuzzled the area of her collar bone this time, his nose tracing along the dip in her throat to her cheek and giving it a featherlight kiss.  Y/N tried to keep her breathing calm, one of her hands grasping the blanket that was now barely covering her chest and the other fisting the pillow under her head.  

“So if you like it, why are you fighting it?” he whispered near her ear, making her shiver.

“Because I’m afraid,” Y/N whispered back, keeping her eyes shut tight.

Bucky recoiled at that word.  “Afraid?  Of me?” he sounded like she’d wounded him.

“No!” Y/N bolted up and out of the bed.  Bucky watched her with furrowed brows, sitting up quickly.  She paced along the foot of the bed.  “I’m afraid of me.”

“Okay?” Bucky tried to urge her on.

“I’m going to speak frankly because I don’t know what I’m feeling,” she prefaced her words as she glanced at him.  He nodded as he watched her.  “You’re very handsome.”

“Yes, we established that,” he smiled.

“Stop smiling like that!” Y/N huffed.

“Like what?” 

“Just shut up!”  Bucky clamped his lips together, trying not to laugh again at her.  “I saw you half naked.”  She kept pacing as she worked through the feelings that were holding tension in her body.  “You keep wanting to kiss me, and I like doing it.  I enjoy it.”  Bucky’s face was pure amusement as she swept her hands through her hair.  “And I’m feeling this weird, like a fluttering?  In my stomach, but not my stomach.”  Bucky’s eyes flashed with recognition as he looked away.  Y/N suddenly stopped in her tracks.  “Do you know what I’m feeling?”  Bucky nodded but didn’t look at her.  “Bucky, come on, I didn’t learn anything from my father.  My mother died when I was young.  I don’t know what’s going on.  Please tell me?” she pleaded with him, rounding to his side of the bed and sitting down in front of him.

Bucky gulped and cleared his throat before glancing up at her.  “It’s perfectly normal, Y/N.”

“Then why do you look embarrassed?” 

“Not embarrassed, just…I don’t know how to explain it without, uh, showing you?” Bucky said hesitantly.

“Okay, then show me,” Y/N said in a determined tone.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re ready for that.  You don’t seem to fully know what “marriage duties” are,” his eyes narrowed at her.

“I–” she paused, realizing she didn’t know.  She hung her head in her hands with a groan.  “God, I don’t know anything.”

“Y/N, it’s okay,” Bucky reached out and squeezed her knee.  “Nobody taught you.  I can teach you, I just don’t know how, exactly.”

“Can you…can you try?” Y/N asked.  “I’m going to have to learn it anyway.”

“True,” he agreed.  “Well, how about I just say it tonight, then show you some stuff later.  Does that sound okay?”

“Yes,” she agreed, getting herself comfortable as she listened to him carefully.

Bucky told her.  Everything.  He stuttered a lot and his cheeks were constantly pink as he blushed through the conversation, but he told her.  By the end of it Y/N’s eyes were comically wide and her mouth was slack as she stared at the bed spread.

“What the hell?” she whispered.  

Bucky laughed at her reaction.  “I know, it sounds ridiculous.  But it’s honestly quite nice when you’re doing it, and doing it right.”

“It feels good?” Y/N asked him, her eyes searching his face.

“Oh yes,” Bucky briefly closed his eyes and nodded.

“Huh,” Y/N said as she processed all the information.  “So what I’m feeling is some kind of reaction to wanting…that?  How would I know if I’ve never done it before?”

“It’s just nature, sweetheart,” Bucky shrugged.  “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Will it go away?” she asked, suddenly looking scared.

“Yeah, eventually it’ll die down if you don’t do anything about it.  Though you might get frustrated,” Bucky said like it was the most normal thing in the world.  

“What do you mean, ‘do something about it’?” she asked.  Bucky stared at her for a moment, glancing down her body and back up again as he contemplated what to say or do about that question.

“I can show you that some other time,” he settled on that as an answer.

Y/N felt frustrated by that answer, her eyebrows furrowing again and her eyes suddenly feeling hot.  Don’t cry, she scolded herself internally.  But his reluctance in not fully telling her the truth or being willing to show her was making her feel small.  She nodded in defeat and stood from the bed, walking towards the door to leave the room.

“Wait, where are you going?” Bucky asked, getting up from the bed.

“I just need some air,” Y/N mumbled.  As she reached for the door Bucky came up behind her and held his hand against the door before she could try to open it.  His body was right behind hers, pushing her against the door.  Y/N could feel the heat radiating off of him as his hand slid from the door down to the door knob that her hand was gripping.  He pulled her hand off and then turned her around to face him.  His eyes were hooded as he looked at her, the blue almost encompassed by his pupils.  Y/N’s breathing was heavier as she looked up at him.  

“I can make it go away,” Bucky whispered lowly, his voice sounding huskier than normal.  “Do you trust me?”  Y/N nodded quickly, feeling like her knees were going to give out at any moment from his intense stare.  “I need to hear it, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Bucky nodded, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips.  He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.  Y/N leaned into it with him, moving her lips with his and winding her arms around his neck.  Bucky suddenly scooped her up, making both of her legs straddle his sides and moving back towards the bed.  Y/N let out a surprised sound as he lifted her then felt herself being laid against the blankets.  Bucky kept kissing her as he got settled between her legs, pushing her thighs apart then sliding a hand up to her core.  

He pulled away when he was close to it and looked down then back at her face.  “I’m going to take these off, okay?”  He gestured towards her underwear.  Y/N inhaled sharply but nodded.  Bucky carefully pulled off the fabric covering her and lifted the nightgown higher so he could see her.  He let out a shuddering breath when his eyes landed on her private area.  “Okay, I’m going to come down here,” he slid himself further down the bed and onto his stomach, his face coming dangerously close to her core.  “It’s probably going to feel strange at first, and if I do something you’re not liking or comfortable with, you just tap my head, okay?”

Y/N nodded again, her wide eyes watching him closely.  Bucky looked back down at her and dipped his head in between her legs.  His breath on her made her shiver, and then she felt his tongue lick at her slit.  Y/N gasped, her legs trembling at the feeling.  Bucky did it again but a little deeper.  He kept licking her like he was exploring her, his hands keeping her legs apart as they kneaded her thighs periodically.  He then used the tip of his tongue and flicked something that had her arching her back and letting out a moan.

“Oh god, what was that?” Y/N whispered, her hands fisting the blankets beneath her.

“Does it feel good?” Bucky groaned against her, kissing her thighs.  He broadened his tongue and licked a long line from near her butt up to that point again, the tip of his tongue flicking it at the last second.

“Yyyeesss,” Y/N groaned back at him.

Bucky hummed as he dove back into the area, the vibration making her mouth drop open wide.  He started to lick and suck at different parts of her like a starved man.  Y/N’s hips bucked involuntarily as he kept flicking that spot with his tongue, then he moved down a little bit to her opening.  He licked it and then she felt his finger start prodding around.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her leg.  He went back up to the special spot again and lapped at it as his finger started to push into her.  She had been oozing some type of liquid as he sucked on her so his finger slid in pretty easily.  She breathed deeply as it filled her.

“Ooooohh,” she moaned.  She followed her body’s instincts as her hands reached towards her breasts, massaging them and then rubbing over her nipples lightly.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Bucky watched her, his hips thrusting towards the bed.  “Just do whatever feels right.”

He then started to slip another finger into her entrance.  Y/N could feel something tightening inside of her as he thrust his fingers in and out while sucking and licking on that spot.

“Bucky…oh god, something’s happ–ah,” Y/N whimpered as the tightening and the fluttering intensified.

“Let it happen, Y/N,” he mumbled before continuing.

A few moments later and then the feeling made her feel like she was floating.  “Buck…I…AH!”  Y/N yelled as the feeling finally burst, sending her into a full body convulsion.  Her hands gripped at his hair as her thighs clamped against his head.  Her back arched and her head threw itself back into the bed.  Her vision went white for a second behind her tightly shut eyes.  She could vaguely hear Bucky moan loudly as he licked up a spurt of more of that liquid coming from her.  The euphoria washed over her in waves then started to recede, leaving her trembling as she relaxed.  Her hands and legs loosened around Bucky as she panted for breath.  

He languidly licked at her for another minute before looking up at her.  As she peered down at him with tired eyes she saw the lower half of his face covered in whatever liquid it was that came from her.  He wiped some of it away before lifting himself up and hovering over her again.  Bucky leaned down and kissed her, making her taste the liquid on his mouth.

“You taste amazing, sweetheart,” he whispered.  “How did that feel?”

“It…” Y/N didn’t know how to describe it.  Sensational?  Otherworldly?  “Euphoric,” she sighed, a content smile on her lips, her eyes roaming his face.  He smiled widely, wiping away the sheen of sweat near her hairline.  

“Good,” he said simply.  Y/N felt something hard against her core just then, looking down and noticing the straining of his underwear.  “Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart, I’ll be okay,” Bucky quickly reassured her.

“Are you sure?” she asked, feeling bad now that she knew what it was and how he was feeling.  “I could try–”

“No, no, tonight was for you,” Bucky shook his head, adjusting himself away so she wouldn’t feel him against her.  “Let’s get you cleaned up and get some sleep.”

Y/N let Bucky clean her and shimmy her underwear back on as she lay there.  All the strength in her body seemed depleted after what had just happened.  

As Bucky slid back into bed next to her and pulled her against him so her back was against his front, she yawned and sighed again.  “What was that feeling called again?”

“An orgasm,” Bucky yawned, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“...wanna do it again,” Y/N mumbled as she drifted off to sleep, Bucky’s chest rumbling as he laughed behind her.

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Marriage of Convenience Chapter 2

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

The next morning Bucky was up bright and early, washed and dressed up fancier than he had been in years.  Thankfully the old, more dressy clothes he had still fit.  As he fed the horses and made sure they were tethered securely to each other and the wagon Y/N came out of the main house.  As she came down the porch stairs she looked up and saw the men waiting for her in a line, each of them holding wild flowers.  

“What is this?” she giggled, adjusting her dress and her purse as she approached the first in line, Diego.

“It’s your wedding day, hermana, you need a bouquet,” Diego answered simply.  

“Aw, well thank you,” Y/N smiled widely at him.  She hugged each of them as she took each small handful of flowers they gave her, clumping them together until she had a proper bouquet of flowers in her hand.  At the end of the line was Luis, holding a flower crown that he had made.

“Oh Luis,” Y/N sighed, her voice becoming heavy with emotion.

“Mija,” Luis greeted her, his own eyes filling with tears.  “I’m sorry your Papa couldn’t be here to watch you get married, so I hope it’s alright if I can at least give you a small father’s blessing in his place.”  He glanced at Bucky then leaned towards her.  “He’s a good man, Y/N.  You will be taken care of.  El te amara mucho (he loves you very much).”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened and she nodded her head, lowering herself in front of him so he could place the crown on her head.  She adjusted it so the pins in her hair would hold it down and then gave him a long hug.  “Gracias, Papa,” she thanked him.  She cupped his cheek with her free hand and then waved to them all.  “Te quiero todo (I love you all),” she called to them as she backed up towards the wagon.

“Te amo (I love you)!” they called back to her, tears flowing freely amongst them.

Y/N turned and almost ran into Bucky.  “Oh!  Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him.  

“Happy wedding day,” he greeted her back, then took a step back and looked her up and down.  “You look beautiful as always, but even more so today, sweetheart,” he said appreciatively.  

“Again with the sweetheart, huh?” she joked with him.  “I’m sure seeing me in a proper dress is swaying your opinions there, darlin’.”

“Darlin’?  Hm, I like it,” Bucky’s eyebrow raised, a playful frown on his face.  “And no, it’s not just the dress.”  He winked at her.  “Let’s get hitched, shall we?”  He reached for her hand to help her up into the wagon seat.

“Let’s go,” Y/N agreed, choosing to ignore his hands on her hips as he helped lift her up.

The journey into the next town took four hours by wagon.  By the time they reached the outskirts of the town it was already nearing noonday.  Bucky steered the horses to stop in front of the church house, the Parson, Mr. Stark, living in the little home next door.  Y/N suddenly became nervous as she looked up at the church.  It all became very real.  She was getting married.  To Bucky.  Right now.  Her Papa wasn’t here to give her away.  This was a marriage of convenience…

Bucky helped her out of the wagon but paused at the look on her face as she stared upwards at the church.  

“Hey,” he pulled her chin with his fingers to direct her gaze towards him.  Y/N looked at him with panicked eyes.  “It’s okay, sweetheart.  I know this isn’t exactly what you may have had in mind for your wedding someday, but it’s gonna be okay, alright?”  Y/N took a breath through her nose and exhaled quickly through her mouth, trying to calm herself as she listened to him.  She nodded her head as she gripped her bouquet of flowers tightly.  “Just focus on me, it’ll be over before you know it.”

Bucky tied the horses to the post then led her towards Mr. Stark’s door.  Thankfully he was home.  “Ah, Mr. Barnes, Miss Y/L/N, how nice to see you both.  It’s been a long time.”

“Yes, sir, how are you?” Bucky greeted him.

“I’m well.  My my Miss Y/L/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dolled up!” he complimented her, although it made her cringe internally.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N said politely.  Bucky snickered quietly at the tightness in her eyes.

“What brings you my way?” he asked.

“Well, we’re here to get married,” Bucky said, winding his arm around Y/N’s back, pulling her closer to him.

“Oh!  How wonderful!  Congratulations to you both!” Mr. Stark shook both their hands.  “Let me get my things and the missus so she can be our witness and I’ll meet you next door.”

“Thank you,” Y/N bowed her head slightly to him and led Bucky back out the door to the church building.  As they entered through the front door and walked down the aisle she slowed as she stared up at the cross in front.  “I hate churches,” she mumbled.

“Really?  Why?” Bucky huffed a laugh.

“I always found them too quiet, too…sterile,” she said, looking away from the cross and flicking her gaze around at the white and brown furnishings.

“Hm, I can see that,” Bucky agreed.  “Can I tell you something?”

“What?” she asked, finally looking at him.

“I don’t know if there’s a God,” he whispered, giving her a sheepish smile.

“Ah!  Bucky Barnes, how dare you!” Y/N dramatically gasped, her hand pressing against her chest in mock disgust.

Bucky laughed at her acting.  “Do you believe there’s a God?” he asked her.

“No,” she answered quickly.

“Why not?” He asked genuinely. 

“If there is a God, he’s got a lot to answer for.  No all-loving, omnipotent being that I was taught about would allow bad things to happen to good people.  All that praise to an invisible man in the sky, and for what?” Y/N sneered at the cross.  “Now if there is a God, I think he’s more like the one the Natives worship.  The “great spirit,” is what they call it.  Not some man, more like a power in nature, you know?”

“I like that idea better,” Bucky said, watching her shift warily.  “Where is that damn Parson?”

“Watch your language in the house of the Lord, Mr. Barnes,” Mr. Stark chastised as he came through a door on the side.

“Sorry,” Bucky apologized quickly, his eyes comically wide, making Y/N have to fight a smile growing on her face.

“We’re here, dears.  Congratulations!” Mrs. Stark came in next, coming up and giving them both a firm handshake.

“Alright, if you’ll both stand here,” Mr. Stark directed them.  “I assume you have rings to give to each other?”

“Yes, sir,” Bucky said, fishing out the rings from his pocket and handing his ring to Y/N to place on his finger soon.

“Let’s begin.”

Mr. Stark read the wedding vows, having them promise “to have and to hold,” “to honor and to cherish,” the basic wedding vows that most couples would recite.  They exchanged rings and signed multiple copies of the marriage certificate.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.  You may kiss your bride,” he finished.

Bucky beamed at Y/N, his wide smile making his eyes squint at her as she smiled back at him.  He took her face in his hands and kissed her.  This one was more firm than the night before, his head angling to deepen the kiss.  Y/N’s free hand gripped one of his wrists as he kissed her, the tenderness of the moment making her inhale shakily.

They pulled away from each other and Mrs. Stark clapped for them.

“Congratulations!  Happy wedding day!” she smiled.  “Now take this over to the courthouse and you’ll be all official.”  She made sure the ink was dry on the marriage certificates and passed them on.

“Thank you, to both of you,” Y/N smiled at them.  “Have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“The same to you!”

Bucky held her hand as he guided her out of the church and towards the wagon again.  They quickly went to the courthouse, informing them of her father’s death and giving the clerk one of the copies of the certificate to get it officially stamped and archived.  From there they went straight to the bank and did the same, making sure all of Y/N’s father’s affairs were in order and giving them a copy of the marriage certificate to show that Bucky was now the “man of the estate.”

After a few more errands, selling and bartering with crops they had brought from the farm, they decided to grab a late lunch at the local restaurant and bar.  As they entered the noise enveloped them, the travelers getting a bite to eat as they passed through, the locals talking about the local gossip and news, and the loud drunks in the corner making a scene as always.  Bucky led Y/N over to the bar to order some food, then guided her over to an empty table near the front of the restaurant by the window.  

“Well, we did it,” Y/N sighed as she settled into the chair as they waited for their food.  

“We did,” Bucky smiled.  

Y/N gave him a soft smile back.  She thought about what this all meant for them.  She would be able to keep the land, the farm, be able to keep paying the men as her staff, hire new ones when the brothers left, but all under Bucky’s name.  He had made it clear that he didn’t want to run the farm and would leave it to her to make all the decisions, which she appreciated.  But now what?  Once they went back home as man and wife, what did that mean for them?  As she opened her mouth to try to broach the subject she was interrupted.

“Miss Y/L/N, back in town so soon?”  Sheriff Pierce sidled up to their table, the stink of stale alcohol on his breath as he plopped down on the open seat next to her, too close for her liking.

“Sheriff,” she acknowledged him coldly.  

“Oh, and with Mr. Barnes as well.” The Sheriff barely looked at him, his hungry stare staying on Y/N, hiccupping as a wide mischievous smile spread across his face.  Bucky glared at him.  

“Sheriff Pierce,” Bucky answered, but his tone was so menacing that it scared Y/N.  She had never seen or heard him like this before.  “We just came to town for some business.  But you must congratulate us,” Bucky smirked as he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s back.  

“Congratu…wha’?” Pierce mumbled.

“Meet the new Mrs. Barnes,” Bucky’s smirk deepened as he pulled Y/N’s chair closer to him and away from Pierce.  

“Mrs. Barnes?!” Sheriff Pierce suddenly screeched, standing up and knocking over his chair.  The commotion quieted the entire restaurant, all eyes focused on their table.  Y/N stopped herself from shrinking away from the attention, lifting her chin in defiance to Pierce as he stared at them, mouth gaping.  “You got married?  To him?” Pierce pointed at Bucky as he stumbled slightly.

“Yes, I did,” Y/N said.  “Thank you for your kind offer those few weeks ago, but unfortunately I have had my heart set elsewhere for some time.”  Bucky’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced at her quickly.  “Congratulate us, Sheriff, on this fine wedding day,” she gave him a sickly sweet smile, her eyes flashing with triumph.

Pierce’s face was flushed red, his eyes bulging as his gaze flickered between the two of them.  He floundered for a moment, but after hearing someone clear their throat nearby he quickly tried to compose himself.  “Hm, yes, happy…wedding day, to you both,” he mumbled. 

“Thank you,” Bucky said, his arm tightening around Y/N’s shoulders.  “You have a good day, now,” he said as a dismissal.

Pierce sneered at him and mumbled something incoherent before turning away and tripping over the fallen chair.  He nearly sprawled out on the floor but caught himself on a nearby post, quickly straightening himself with a grunt, before leaving the restaurant.

The noise steadily rose around the restaurant again as a few of the patrons approached Y/N and Bucky to congratulate them, offering to buy them a dessert or handing them what little money they could spare as a gift.  Once their food was brought to them and they were left alone again they sat silently as they ate.

“I don’t think that will be the last we see of him,” Y/N muttered as she swallowed a piece of steak.

“I think you’re right,” Bucky replied, shoving more mashed potatoes in his mouth and looking out the window.  “There he is,” he gestured to the side.  Y/N looked out the window and saw Pierce, trying to hide in an alleyway near their wagon but failing miserably.  She sighed heavily.  “Sweetheart,” Bucky’s smirk returned as he looked up at her.  “What do you say to giving him a show?”

“A show?  Of what?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding his innuendo.

“Kiss me,” Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flickered to her mouth and back up to her eyes.

“What?  Here?  Now?” Y/N asked him incredulously, her eyes darting to the people around them.  Even when married it wasn’t customary to see couples kissing each other in public settings.

“Yes.  Right here, right now,” Bucky leaned closer to her.  “We’re newly married and madly in love with each other.”

“Oh are we?” Y/N chuckled.

Bucky rolled his eyes.  “Come on now, wife.  What kind of newlyweds would we be if we weren’t obsessed with each other?  Even in public?”

“I don’t know, husband, perhaps the kind who have not had this discussion yet,” she grew serious, a frown settling on her lips.

Bucky blinked, then closed his eyes and sighed.  “I’m sorry, you’re right.  We haven’t talked about this yet.  What it all means for us.”

“Mhm,” Y/N agreed curtly as she finished her food, drinking the last of her water.  

“Well, we’ve got a four hour ride home.  We can figure it out on the way,” Bucky tried to clear the air, his eyes looking hopeful.  Y/N hated that he was so expressive with just his eyes.  It made it impossible for her to stay mad at him.

“Alright,” she agreed.  “Let’s go home.”

They paid the bill and headed back towards the wagon.  As they got closer Pierce tried to look like he wasn’t watching them.  As Bucky turned to help Y/N back up into the front seat she stopped him, her hand pushing against his chest so that he backed up into the side of the wagon.

“What are you–?” Bucky asked before she cut him off by pulling him down by his collar and slotting her lips onto his in a deep kiss.  Bucky inhaled sharply as she held him firmly to her.  His hands gripped her arms as she continued kissing him, giving a show to everyone around.  She slowly pulled away but not too far, her nose still bumping his, her eyes searching his face before pecking his lips once more.  “Mmh, you’re making quite a show,” Bucky breathed, his voice coming out deeper and more hoarse.

“Yes, but that one was just for me,” Y/N smirked at him this time, patting his cheek before turning and hoisting herself into the wagon seat.  Bucky huffed out a laugh, his cheeks flushing pink at her forwardness.  Pierce let out a loud scoff before heading down the alleyway he was hiding in.

The ride home was long but productive as they talked about the day and what they expected out of the relationship now that it was official.

“You’ll need to move into the main house with me,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly.  

“Of course,” Bucky said.  

“And if you weren’t in my room there would be lots of questions.”

“Definitely.”

“Sleeping in the same bed.”

“A must,” he fought the smile threatening to give away his excitement.

“And, um…” Y/N stopped, swallowing past the sudden dryness in her throat.

“And?” Bucky urged her on.

“And…I suppose we’ll need to, you know, fulfill our marriage duties,” she rushed the words out.

“Eventually, yes,” Bucky replied.

“Eventually?”

Bucky pulled the horses over to a creek nearby to water them.  He jumped down from the wagon seat and helped her down before stretching his arms and legs.  Y/N watched him until he sighed heavily and turned back to her.

“Y/N, believe me when I say…” he walked up to her, not stopping and making her back up into the side of the wagon this time, “...that I would love nothing more than to have you tonight.”  He caged her against the wagon with his arms on either side of her shoulders.  Y/N’s heart felt like it was diving straight down to the pit of her stomach.  “That I have thought of little else besides you since I came to the farm years ago.”  Her eyes widened at that information.  “That my feelings towards you may not be completely reciprocated for a while.”  Y/N felt a twinge of guilt at that.  She did like Bucky and found him to be quite attractive.  She had just never let herself really get beyond that point with anyone that had been at the farm.  They were her father’s employees, friends, and eventually became like family, so any kind of childlike crushes or romantic feelings were always tamped down in her mind before they could even start.  But now he wasn’t just a friend or a part of the family.  He was her family.  Her husband.  And she enjoyed kissing him.  “But I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t ready or comfortable with.  So yes, eventually, we will “fulfill our marriage duties,” as you so eloquently put it,” he gave her a smirk, but there was a sadness in his eyes, “just not tonight.”

Y/N felt conflicted.  A part of her knew she wasn’t quite ready yet to give herself over to him, even though she could now that they were married.   Another part of her really wanted to let him have her tonight and show her what all the hullabaloo was over the wedding night.  Being raised by a father who didn’t know how to raise a girl had come with its drawbacks, one of them not being able to help her or educate her well enough when it came to matters of womanhood or bodily functions.  

Bucky could see the conflict in her eyes and lifted his hand to her face.  He cupped her cheek and rubbed the underside of her eye, then lifted a finger and swiped down the furrow in her brow, making her relax.  “It’s alright, sweetheart.  There’s no rush.”

“I-I know, and I appreciate it, Buck,” she sighed.  “I do like you.  And I do think you’re quite handsome,” Bucky’s smile returned at that statement.  “I just…I don’t know how to do any of this,” she said as she anxiously wrung her hands together and looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze.

“I know,” he said.  “I’m no expert at it, either.  So we’ll just take our time and see where it leads us.”  He lifted himself off the wagon and took her hands, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs lightly.  “Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed, still not able to fully look at him.

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Marriage of Convenience Chapter 1

Here's chapter 1 of the new cowboy!Bucky story! I hope y'all like it (see what I did there?).

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

Her father died on a rainy Tuesday morning.  She was suddenly alone in the world, the last of her family line.  Well, not completely alone.  There were 9 men on the farm that worked for her father, and now worked for her.  The problem was that this was 1880 in the state of Oregon, and therefore her inheriting and owning the land and being able to pay the men was now up for question.

After they buried him under his favorite Juniper tree amongst the others that lined their property, they all gathered together for a family meeting.

“Mis amores (my loves), thank you for your help today in Papa’s burial,” Y/N began, standing at the head of the long dining table in the main house.  The men were stationed in their usual spots, each of them in a state of sadness over the loss.  “I’d like to read his will, if you’ll let me,” she sighed, opening the folded piece of parchment.  

“Mi familia, thank you for all you have done to make this farm a livable and prosperous place on this side of the country.  I’m not a man of many words,” a rumble of laughter spread across the table, “so I won’t waste everyone’s time.  To my daughter, Y/N, I leave most of my money, the land and the main house to do with as she pleases,” Y/N sniffled as she tried to not let herself cry anymore.  One of the men, Bucky, sitting next to her, reached his hand out and rubbed her arm in comfort.  “To Bucky,” she gave him a quick smile and a glance, “I leave my most prized guns.  Y/N knows where they are.  Please keep the farm and my baby safe as you always have,” Bucky squeezed her arm.  “To Jorge, Pedro, and Oscar, I leave my horses Beauty, Wind Dixie and Tramp to do with as they please.  To Joaquin, I leave my Bible and my best hunting knife.  To Diego, Santiago, and Emiliano, I leave the oat field further down south as well as the pear tree farm so that they can have land to bring their family to from Guadalajara.”  The three brothers burst into tears at the generous gift, giving each other hugs then standing and giving Y/N hugs as well before sitting back down.  “To Luis,” Y/N paused as she held her hand out to the man who was like a second father to her on her other side, which he quickly took.  “I leave my cigars and my finest liquor, and thank him for introducing me to tequila all those years ago.  I also leave a collection of my books that have been sectioned off for you in the study.  I hope as Y/N teaches you how to read more that you will find great education and adventure in them.  For all the men, I have created stipend accounts in each of your names with the rest of my money.  You are free to empty them and leave, but I hope you will keep them and stay to help Y/N with the farm or at least until she can replace you.  The account should last you for most of the rest of your lives.  Thank you for your service, for your kindness, for your grace, for your compassion and your love to me and Y/N.  You are greatly loved and I will miss you all dearly.  Yours, Frank.”

Y/N didn’t read the next page out loud because it was just for her to read, which she had done earlier in private, and sat down as she finished reading.  She felt exhausted.  “I understand that in Oregon I do not actually have ownership over my father’s money, land, or the house unless I am married.  Therefore, I am asking something of you all that is wildly strange, but since I have no prospects, I am at a loss.  Would anyone of you, of course for the exception of those married or leaving for Mexico,” she winked at the brothers, “be willing to marry me?”

The men all stared at her with wide eyes.  

“Mija, you can’t be serious?” Luis scoffed.

“I’m deadly serious, Luis,” Y/N said.  “Unless I marry quickly, the local authorities will come down and take it all.  I’ve already been threatened by Sheriff Pierce.”

“What?  When did this happen?” Bucky piped up, his eyebrows furrowing.

“A few weeks ago, when Papa’s health declined suddenly and I went to get the doctor in town,” she sighed, remembering that horrible day.  “He made it very clear where he stands with women having rights around here and how he would love to take this land for his own.  He implied he would force me to marry him or lose everything,” she shuddered.

All the men suddenly were in a ruckus, yelling and swearing about the sheriff and inheritances and the law.  Bucky sat quietly as he thought over the situation, then watched Y/N carefully.  She let the others have their moment of upset.  She sat rigid in her chair, the picture of poise and propriety, the opposite of how she normally would be.  Obviously the entire predicament she found herself in was weighing heavily on her and she didn’t know how else to handle it than to put on a brave face and act like the lady her father always chastised her about being, rather than the farmer she turned out to be.

“Callate!” Luis suddenly yelled, overpowering the others.  They all quickly sat and calmed down.  “Y/N,” he turned to her.  He reached for her hand again, which she gladly gave.  “Are you sure there are no other options?  Anything in the law that could help?”

“I have no options,” Y/N said drearily, her eyes blinking rapidly so as not to let anymore tears fall.  “I am a woman.  What I want doesn’t matter.”

Luis held her hand in both of his, his sad eyes staring at their conjoined hands and nodding his head in understanding.  There were a few moments of silence and then…

“I’ll do it,” Bucky spoke.  Y/N’s head whipped back to him, her eyes wide and her mouth dropping open slightly.  “I’ll do it,” he leaned forward as he looked at her.  “I promised your father to always keep you and this land safe, so that’s what I’ll do.  We’ve all worked too hard and come too far to lose it all now,” the men all agreed.  “And you deserve a better marriage than to an old, awful man like Pierce,” he added.  “I can’t say I’m the perfect man by any means,” Bucky held his hand out to take her other hand, “but I will try to be the best husband, partner, and friend that I can be.”

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears again, this time she let them fall as she squeezed his hand.  “Thank you,” she whispered.

“This is strange, but I think it’s the best option we have,” Luis agreed, making the others agree as well. 

Y/N grinned, freeing her hands from Luis and Bucky’s grasps to wipe her eyes.  “It’s settled then.  Bucky, we will go into town tomorrow and get that done and make sure everything is in your name before Pierce finds out Papa has passed,” Bucky nodded.  “As for the rest of you, let’s divide up your inheritances.”

As the day wore on and each man got his gift all that was left was Bucky.  He had been patrolling the perimeter as he normally did, helping with the animals when needed, and upon hearing the bell rode back in for dinner.  Y/N had laid out a spread for the men, a glass of her father’s favorite whiskey at each place setting in his honor.  When they had sat, said grace, and began to eat Y/N had let Bucky finish before pulling him aside.

She led him to her father’s study and closed the door behind them then walked to the wall that had his guns displayed.  “Buck,” she motioned to him to join her.  He walked to the wall, admiring all the different kinds of rifles and handguns he had.  “He wanted you to have these,” she gestured towards the rack along the left side of the display.

“All of these?” he asked incredulously.  “What am I gonna do with this many?”

Y/N laughed, “I don’t know.  Collect them, sell them, I don’t really care.  But he did want you to have something else of a more personal nature,” she walked over to one of the bookshelves, her fingers running along a stack until she found the title she wanted.  She pulled it off the shelf and brought it back to him.  Bucky eyed the book, not recognizing the title.  Y/N opened it, and he saw that it was actually a box made to look like a book to keep treasures safe.  Inside was a woman’s wedding ring, a man’s wedding band and a pocket watch.

“The second page of the will was mostly for me, with a few extra pieces for you,” she said quietly.  “These were my mother’s and father’s rings,” she explained.  “In the will he said how he always considered you to be the son he never got to have.”

Bucky felt a lump in his throat form at her words, his eyes suddenly feeling hot with unshed tears.  He gulped to try and relieve the ache in his chest as he watched Y/N pull the pocket watch out.

“This is for you,” she handed it to him gingerly.  “It’s made of the finest silver and gold that could be found along the East coast at the time when he purchased it.  He wanted you to have it to do with as you please.  He also said that the man to marry me would have his ring, and I would have my mother’s.”  She pulled the man’s wedding band out and held it out to him.  “I know that this is a marriage of convenience, that we may love each other in a sense, but that falling in love may take some time.  I just hope that we can create a happy marriage and maybe someday a happy family together, and work together to keep this land and our familia together as well.”

Bucky smiled softly at her.  You silly woman, he thought.  He had been in love with her for years at this point, almost from the moment he’d first set foot on the farm when her father first hired him as security.  He was a little bit older than her, so he just assumed anything like that would never happen.  But being out in these Oregon forests and farmlands far away from other towns made it hard to find someone worthwhile to court or marry.  Now he had a chance to love her, though he’d still have to be patient for her to catch up to him and his feelings.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, taking the ring and trying it on his left ring finger.  “Ah, it fits,” he said gleefully.  

“Oh good, I was worried,” Y/N giggled as she admired the ring on his hand.

“You should try yours,” he suggested, reaching for the ring in the box.  She let him take it out then held out her left hand to him.  He slid the ring onto her ring finger easily.  “Perfect fit,” he smiled, watching her.  Y/N gazed at her mother’s ring on her finger, the diamond shining in the firelight.  “Beautiful,” he breathed.

Y/N smiled and then looked back at him.  “Thank you, Bucky, for agreeing to this.  I know I’m no great beauty but–”

“What?” he asked incredulously.  Y/N looked shocked at his outburst.  “You don’t think you’re beautiful?”

“Oh, well…” she sputtered, unsure of what to say.  “I mean, I’m not ugly, I just–”

“Y/N, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Bucky said so seriously it made her heart flip.  “Don’t ever think of yourself as anything less.  Yes I agreed to marry you because it will help keep the farm in your family, and keep us employed, but I also did it because I think you’re amazing, beautiful, kind, determined, and if I ever got the privilege to be married I would want it to be with you.”  Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding at his admission.  “I am honored to be your husband, do you understand me?”

Y/N nodded, her shock still evident on her face.  “I understand.”

“Good,” Bucky said with finality.  

They stared at each other, both of them realizing just how close they’d gotten during the conversation.  Y/N cleared her throat and took a subtle step back.  “Well, um…thank you, again,” she mumbled.  “I’m not very good with my words, but I hope you know that if I have to get married, I’m happy that it’s with you.”

Bucky smirked at her awkwardness.  “Well, I guess I’d better head out then.  Gotta get some sleep, it’s my wedding day tomorrow,” he said wryly.

Y/N snorted at his tone.  “Yes, I suppose I should get some rest as well.  It just so happens to be my wedding day tomorrow.”

Bucky hummed, deciding to try his luck and taking a step towards her.  “Does the groom-to-be get to have a goodnight kiss?”  

Y/N gave him a wide-eyed look as she fought a smile on her lips.  “Isn’t there some kind of bad luck for doing things with the bride-to-be the night before her wedding?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” he stepped closer, making her back up against the desk.

Y/N craned her neck as she stared up at him.  “I’ve never, um…kissed anyone before,” she breathed.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Bucky leaned his face closer, nuzzling his nose against her nose.

“Sweetheart?” Y/N questioned him, her hands catching herself against the desk before she lost her balance.

“Can I kiss you…sweetheart?” Bucky ghosted his nose along her cheek.  “Just to hold me over til tomorrow?”

Y/N huffed a laugh against his cheek.  “O-okay,” she stuttered.

Bucky smirked at her again, her nervousness making him feel a strange sense of excitement.  His lips skimmed her cheek until he hovered over her mouth.  Y/N’s eyes were darting from his lips to his eyes and back, her breathing becoming heavier.  Bucky finally pressed his lips against hers gently.  He didn’t push for anything further, keeping his hands to himself, just enjoying the moment that he finally got to do what he had always wanted to do with her.  Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut when his lips met hers, her lips moving softly against his after a moment of her freezing in place.  Bucky pulled away first, still hovering close to her face as her eyes slowly opened.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered, giving her nose a quick peck before he backed away.

Y/N was still holding herself up against the desk, staring at him in disbelief.  “Goodnight, Bucky.”

Bucky smirked at her again then nodded his head as he walked away and out of the study.  He had to get the horses prepped and the wagon ready for tomorrow, then get washed up.  It was his wedding day, after all.

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Sugar Mama Chapter 6 FINAL

After their first night together Y/N and Bucky were basically inseparable.  He slept in her bed from then on.  Even while they were at work they texted constantly, the messages getting progressively more naughty as the day wore on.  Bucky would come visit her during his lunches if she wasn’t too far away and sometimes have a quickie in her office or they would tease each other until it was time for him to leave.  As he accompanied her to the events she was invited to he started getting himself a few interior design clients outside of his assistant work that Y/N introduced him to to help expand his portfolio.  Bucky was beginning to see a real future with Y/N, not just this sugar baby relationship, but something deeper and more long lasting that he wanted to explore.  

They were at another event, the premiere of a new Broadway show, and as they meandered through the after party together Bucky noticed someone staring at him.  He didn’t recognize the man, but didn’t like the look he was giving him or the way his eyes would shift to Y/N predatorily.

“Y/N,” Bucky whispered to her as she stepped away from a conversation with the director.  “Do you know that guy?”  He tried to gesture towards the man without making it obvious.  Y/N gave him a questioning look as she looked around him.  When her eyes fell on the man they widened and she quickly looked away, burrowing herself closer into Bucky’s chest.

“Shit,” she grunted.

“What?  Who is he?” Bucky tried to help her hide.  “Why is he staring daggers at me?”

“Well, do you remember how I said I’ve done this sugar mama thing once before?” Y/N muttered as she tried to pull him away to the edge of the party.  Bucky’s insides went cold as he remembered their first conversation.  He had never really considered who the previous sugar baby had been.  It had never seemed important before.  But now here he was, faced with the icy stare of a jilted ex-lover.

“Y/N!  It’s been so long,” the man was suddenly behind them, trying to reach a hand out towards Y/N’s arm.  She quickly retracted it out of his reach.

“Loki,” she curtly greeted him, not quite meeting his gaze.  

Bucky turned to face this unknown threat head on.  Loki had about two inches on him in height but was slimmer.  His angular face was pulled in a mischievous smile, the black hair on his head reaching his collarbone in a soft curl and his green eyes piercing into Bucky’s stare.  He was dressed to the nines, easily blending in with the high end crowd surrounding them.

“You must be the new plaything?” Loki asked, though it was phrased as more of a statement.  

“James Barnes,” Bucky reached his hand out, trying to play it all off as if he didn’t care.  “The boyfriend, actually.”

“Boyfriend?  Ah, getting more serious now, Y/N?  How quaint,” his British accent making his words sound nicer than they were.  “I’m sure he’s had quite a fun time with you.”

“That’s enough, Loki,” Y/N stepped in front of Bucky, keeping her voice hushed.  “You had your fun, got your connections which you obviously have been able to keep up with somehow, then you embarrassed me.  I don’t know how you got into this party, but you need to leave me and my boyfriend alone,” she looked up at him, her eyes blazing.  “I know you like your games, but me and my life are not one of them.”

“You were never a game, Y/N,” Loki’s eyes flashed with a brief look of grief.  “But the bedroom sure was,” his eyes flickered up to Bucky.  Bucky felt his head cock to the side, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pulling tight as he watched Loki.  “Tell me, James, how’s Mama’s pussy since I’ve been gone?”

Bucky’s eyes widened in a murderous glare.  He had to physically restrain himself from attacking Loki.  He knew that’s what he wanted, to cause a commotion and have him embarrass Y/N like he once did, enough for her to cut him off and leave him behind, and he was obviously still very upset about it.  But he wouldn’t do that to her, especially not here.  He straightened himself up as he felt Y/N gasp next to him at Loki’s comment.  He leaned in closer to Loki, speaking quietly enough for only the three of them to hear.

“My pussy has been taking real good care of me for a while now, Loki.  Thank you for your concern.  Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a bed to get back to.  Good luck to you.”  Loki’s smile dropped, his eyes narrowing at Bucky’s tone, his eyes shifting from him to Y/N and back.  Bucky gave him a tight lipped smile as he took Y/N’s hand and pulled her away.  Y/N gawked at Bucky as he led her out of the room, down the stairs and through the front door, texting her driver as they walked out.  The car quickly whipped around the corner and in front of them.  Bucky guided her into the car and followed after, slamming the car door behind him.

As the car weaved through traffic Bucky tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths as his hands clenched into fists then released on his knees.  Y/N was still silently watching him, waiting for a blow up that never came.

“Bucky–”

“We’ll talk about it at home,” he said gruffly, leaving no room for discussion.  Y/N gulped, not sure what to do with this version of Bucky.  

As they reached her building he helped her out of the car then led the way to the elevator.  It was a long twenty floors spent in silence until they reached her apartment.  The ding scared Y/N as she had been waiting for him to say something, anything, on baited breath.  Bucky quickly exited the elevator, not waiting for Y/N to follow him.  He rounded the corner towards his room.

“Bucky?” Y/N called out to him as they strode through the kitchen.  Bucky ignored her and kept walking.  “Bucky, please,” Y/N pleaded with him, her voice sounding small and hoarse with emotion.  “I…I don’t know what’s going on, please talk to me.”

“I don’t know what’s going on!” he yelled, turning towards her finally.  She backed up at his raised voice, her eyes widening fearfully.  “I’m sorry,” Bucky apologized quietly, his hands running through his hair.  “I…I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

Y/N then sniffled.  “I didn’t know he was going to be there.  I called basically everyone I knew after the relationship was over and blacklisted him from every place we had ever gone together, including the theater.  He embarrassed me, Buck!  I never wanted to see him or hear from him again.  I don’t love him, I never loved him…” she rambled on, her voice getting louder and higher as she spoke.  Bucky sighed as he approached her, taking her face in his hands.  “I don’t want him.  I want you, only you, my baby, my Bucky,” she cried.  “I, I love you.”

Bucky froze at that.  They had never said that to each other before.  Claimed each other, sure, but never officially said that it was anything deeper, although he had been wanting more.  Now here she was, offering it to him.

“I love you,” Y/N repeated herself more resolutely this time.  Her hands came up and held his wrists as he still held her face.  “I love you, baby.”

Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as he processed her words.  He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers as his thumbs wiped away her tears.  “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered back to her, opening his eyes slowly to gaze at her.  

“Really?” she said hopefully.  

“Yes, really,” he huffed a laugh.  “I’m sorry I was angry, he’s just really good at pushing buttons.”

“He is,” Y/N agreed, rolling her eyes.  “Always has some game he’s playing, and no one else knows the rules.  I’m sorry he was so awful to you.  I literally haven’t seen him in a few years.  I don’t know where he gets the nerve to just show back up again–”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m okay,” Bucky smiled at her protectiveness.  “All I wanna think about right now is that you love me,” his hands slipped down to wind behind her back, pulling her into his chest.  “And how much I’d love to get this dress off of you and have my pussy tonight.”

Y/N’s eyes flashed with glee, a deadly smirk playing on her lips.  “I’m all yours, baby.”

Bucky kissed her deeply, nipping at her lower lip as he growled.  “My Mama.”

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Sugar Mama Chapter 5

Warnings: smut, sexual assault (not from Bucky)

John Walker of Walker Star Construction was arrested this morning at his Hell’s Kitchen apartment for sexual assault and inflicting bodily harm against Wall Street heiress Y/N Y/L/N.  Allegedly during a business meeting Walker made Y/L/N a drink, slipping a roofie drug into it called GHB.  He then allegedly assaulted her and tried to get her to sign a business contract they were discussing about her becoming an investor.  He has pleaded not guilty and will be held in the county jail until the bond hearing.

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The next few months were rough on Y/N.  The hearing and the trial took an emotional toll, and the bright, lighthearted, charismatic woman Bucky had been falling in love with was hidden under pain, anger and anxiety.  She didn’t want to leave the apartment, go out to the parties or events she was invited to, or interact with anyone other than Bucky.  Her father had visited her a few times, not questioning Bucky as the new “boyfriend,” trying to offer support as best as he could.

It wasn’t until John Walker had been sentenced that she finally seemed to wake up from the funk she was in.  The sentencing wasn’t enough, in Bucky’s opinion, but the law only gave him 2 years in jail and a fine.  A protective order was also in place.  This, including the therapist she had been visiting, helped her come back into herself a bit more.  Although now she texted Bucky often about her whereabouts, who she was with, and when he could expect her to get home as a precaution, and it made her feel better that someone knew what was going on with her.

Steve’s art gallery showing was coming up and she didn’t want to miss it but was feeling a lot of anxiety over being around people again.

“You won’t be alone, Y/N, I’ll be there with you the whole time.  I’ll go to the bathroom with you if you need it,” Bucky tried to joke about it to lighten her mood.

“I know you’ll be with me, Buck.  I just…” Y/N sighed loudly.  “I’m going.  I will be there to support Steve, be friendly, make polite conversation, then we’ll leave.  Sound good?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky agreed, giving her arms a squeeze.  

On the night of the gallery show Y/N was stressed but hid it behind her signature smirk she wore when out at events.  Bucky could tell by the tightness of her eyes that she was wary, watching people and each verbal interaction making her feel tense, but she soldiered on.  Steve greeted everyone and introduced his collection to a round of applause.  He thanked Y/N for her support and investment into his art and she promised him more shows in the future.  The pieces were beautiful, a collage of portraits of people with Brooklyn sights embedded in their silhouettes, the underlying cobalt blue paint a running theme throughout the works.  

As Bucky walked along looking at them, beaming with pride for his best friend, he came across a few pieces that were flecked with gold.  They were portraits of people he knew and were close to Steve: Peggy, Steve’s mother, Bucky’s mother, Bucky and Y/N.  He stared at the portrait of his mother, feeling emotional over just how well Steve was able to capture what she looked like.  

“You have her eyes.  And her mouth,” Y/N commented as she gazed up at it.  

“Hm,” Bucky agreed.  He then moved over to the portrait of Y/N.  Steve had done a phenomenal job at recreating her likeness.  Her portrait had a little more gold in it than the others.

“Mine looks a little too ostentatious,” Y/N said, her eyebrows furrowing.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked incredulously.  

“I love the gold, but it makes me look…”

“Rich?  Because you are,” he laughed.

“Yes but that’s not all I am,” she retorted.  “Gold is extravagance, wealth, gaudy.”

“Sure, but it’s also beautiful, enduring, valuable even in its malleability.  It doesn’t tarnish.  It’s bold.  It’s everything that everyone sees in you.  What I see in you,” he mumbled into her ear, “Mama.”

Y/N hummed back at him, her eyes meeting him with a mischievous sparkle.  “You’ve been very flirty lately, baby.  Is there something you want to tell me?”

Bucky’s eyes widened, but before he could answer Steve walked up to them.  “Hey you two!  I hope you like these.  It was pretty hard to really get it right with all of you.”

“They’re beautiful, Steve,” Y/N reassured him, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.  “Your mothers are exquisite,” she added, looking at the portraits next to hers.  “And Peggy is a vision,” she complimented her portrait.  “Where is she, by the way?”

“She got caught up talking to the mayor again, trying to talk to him about more resources and funding and what not,” Steve sighed, shaking his head but smiling at his girlfriend’s constant networking.

“Ah, well let me go save him,” Y/N joked, giving them both a wink.  “Steve, I’d like to buy some of these from you.  Talk to me later, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, of course!” Steve looked at her excitedly.  She gave him a wide smile then walked away.

“Buck,” Steve pulled his friend in for a hug, “I’m sorry I ever doubted you doing this sugar baby thing.”

“Yeah, sure, cuz it’s helping you, too,” Bucky teased him.

“Yes, that’s a big part of it.  But also because she’s awesome,” Steve congratulated him.  “Seriously, Y/N is great.  I’m sorry I doubted her.  Did she like the gold?” he gestured towards her painting.

“She wasn’t sure about it at first, but she’s okay now,” he said.  “I think it’s amazing, Steve.  All of it.  I’m really proud of you,” Bucky clapped him on his shoulder.

“Thanks punk,” Steve said shyly.  “It’s weird talking to all these big name people.  Does it ever get any easier?”

“No,” Bucky laughed.  “I’m still working on it.”

Later that night after Y/N had bought all the portraits of the people they knew and they arrived home, they changed and relaxed on the couch with a bottle of wine between them.

“You did it!” Bucky cheered as Y/N sipped her wine.  

She giggled as she set her glass down.  “Yes, I did it.  And it wasn’t too bad,” Y/N conceded as she angled her body to face him.  “And I got some more amazing artwork to add to my collection,” she smiled at the paintings piled in the corner.

“Where are you going to put them?” Bucky asked.

“Well, this is as much your home as it is mine, Buck, we can figure it out in the morning,” she said as she looked out the window, admiring the glittering skyline.

Bucky smiled at that.  It still felt like hers, but he felt good knowing she wanted him to feel like they shared it.  He recalled the conversation they were having earlier before they got cut off by Steve.  

“Y/N,” he started.  She turned her attention back to him.  “Earlier you asked me if there was something I wanted to tell you?”

“Oh, yes, about you being so flirty lately,” she teased him.

“Yeah,” he huffed out a laugh.  “Um, I’m not sure how to uh…”

Y/N’s face contorted into something like concern.  She scooted herself closer to him on the couch, her hand reaching for one of his.  “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong.  I was just thinking about how in the beginning I asked you about whether this would be a um, sexual relationship,” he said, keeping his eyes down.

“I remember,” Y/N said patiently.  

“Well I, uh…during these last few months I’ve been starting to have these thoughts, and feelings, about maybe wanting to go ahead and um, do that,” he stuttered.  “I just didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you when the whole thing happened with…”  Y/N shifted at the mention of Walker.  “But, I’ve…” he finally looked up at her.  She had a small smirk on her face, her attention fully on him.  “I want…”

Y/N’s smile widened.  “What do you want, baby?”  She moved closer to him so her face was an inch away from his face.

Bucky could feel his face shift to something like pure want, his eyes flickering to her lips, his mouth hanging open.  “I want…you.”

“Me?” she whispered, her hand moving from his hand to his arm, leaving a tingling sensation as her nails slowly tickled their way up to his neck then his jaw, giving his beard a light scratch and her thumb ghosting across his lower lip.  Bucky shivered at her touch, nodding his head heavily as he shut his eyes.

“Please, Mama,” he whimpered.  

Y/N surged forward and kissed him.  Bucky felt like he was imploding as her lips met his, soft but firm against him, her hand cupping his jaw and her head angling to the side as she deepened the kiss.  Bucky melted into her, his hands reaching behind her neck to keep her against him, fingers entangling in her hair.  Y/N’s breathing became heavier as she shifted again to straddle his lap, her thick thighs and her core enveloping him.  Bucky moaned as she sat on him, his hands slipping from her neck down to her hips.  As his fingers dug into the plushy skin of her hips she let out a whimper of her own, making him intake a sharp breath.  He wanted to die to that sound.  

Y/N opened her mouth, her tongue slipping out and brushing against his lower lip.  Bucky immediately opened his mouth, his tongue meeting hers as they tasted each other.  She softly sucked on his tongue, making his hips buck up into her.  She huffed a laugh against his lips.

“How do you want me, baby?” Y/N asked as she ground down on his lap, making his hips tremble.

“God, just like this, Mama,” Bucky grunted, his hands guiding her to keep grinding on him.  

Y/N tugged her shirt off, revealing her breasts to him.  His hands rushed to her chest, 

massaging her large breasts and then dipping his head to start kissing and licking them.  Her hands latched onto his hair as he worshiped her skin.  She then pulled at his shirt, helping him rid himself of it and throwing it across the room.  Her hands raked down his shoulders to his pecs then his abs, stopping at the top of his pants.  “Off,” she huffed.  Bucky quickly shifted himself so she could drag down his pants and his underwear, freeing his cock from the confining fabric.  He kicked off the bottoms as she shimmied out the rest of her clothes then sat back on top of him, her naked pussy slotting over his cock, grinding on him and making him feel dizzy with arousal.

“So pretty, baby,” Y/N praised him, her hand snaking down to her pussy and flicking and rubbing her clit as she ground down on him.  “Such a pretty dick.  You gonna fill me up?” Bucky nodded his head deliriously, his hands kneading her thighs and trying to guide her hips so he could try to angle himself into her.  “Well go on, baby, give it to me.  Give me my dick.”

“Fuck yes!  Yours, all yours,” Bucky threw his head back as he could feel her pussy start leaking on him.  He took his cock and positioned himself upwards towards her hips.  Y/N helped him by swiveling until the tip caught on her entrance then slowly sunk down.  They both groaned as she enveloped him.  Y/N gasped when he bottomed out, the stretch and the depth making her squirm on top of him.  She took a moment to adjust then repositioned her legs so she could lift herself up on her feet then sink back down.  As she gave that first roll of her hips Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent “O” on his lips.  Y/N rolled her hips then started bobbing herself up and down on him.  

“You feel so good, baby…fuck you’re so deep,” Y/N moaned.  Her hands used his shoulders to grip onto something as she kept going up and down, occasionally and randomly sitting and rolling her hips against him.  Bucky felt like his veins were on fire, the pleasure steadily building.  “Ooh, Bucky…”

Hearing his name coming from her mouth that way unleashed something inside him.  He suddenly twisted so Y/N was on her back on the couch.  She gasped in surprise as his arm hooked under her hips and held her up as he reentered her.  He grunted as he pistoned into her, setting a grueling pace, sweat forming on his brow as he fucked her.

“Say I’m yours,” Bucky commanded in a raspy whisper.  

“You’re mine, baby,” Y/N answered him, her eyes wide at his change in demeanor.  “All mine.”

“That’s right,” he almost choked as he felt her walls start to flutter around him.  “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Bucky, all yours…your Mama,” Y/N moaned, her back arching as he hit a new spot inside of her.  “Baby please…”

“Mine,” he whimpered again.  He used his free hand to reach between them and start flicking at her clit.  Y/N’s voice cracked as she yelped.  “Mine…my sweet Mama.  So good to me,” the pitch of his voice rising quickly, then just as quickly dropping, “Mama.”

Y/N whimpered as she came, her fingers digging into his biceps as her legs tightened around his back, her head wrenching back as she saw white.  Bucky followed right behind her, a loud groan falling from his lips as he kept thrusting into her and filled her up like she wanted.  He kept flicking her clit as she flinched through the aftershocks of her climax until she pushed his hand away.

“No more, baby, I can’t…” she whined, her hands limply falling beside her as he stayed inside her and gently laid himself on top of her.

“Oh my god,” Bucky shuddered as his body relaxed.  He laid himself on top of her, his head nuzzling her chest and giving her breasts random kisses, his softening cock slipping out of her as they both tried to breathe normally.  Y/N ran her hands through his hair, absentmindedly humming a tune as she relaxed.  “And you can sing?  God, Mama, what are you doing to me?”  Bucky huffed a laugh as he looked up at her.

Y/N giggled.  “I don’t know how good of a singer I am but I can hold a tune,” she booped his nose with her finger, making his smile widen.  She gave him a smirk.  “You were so good, baby.  So good at making me feel good.  My best baby…”

Bucky could feel himself beaming at her praise.  He snuggled closer to her and hummed, making her laugh.  “Mama…my Y/N.”  She kissed the top of his head and he started humming the same tune she had been before.  She joined him a moment later as she ran her fingers through his hair, softly singing along.  

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Sugar Mama Chapter 4

Warnings: eventual smut, sexual assault (not from Bucky)

Bucky found himself getting into the swing of things pretty easily.  He could feel himself relaxing as he only worked one job, having more energy and time to put towards the designs and layouts he helped create for his boss.  It also gave him better sleep and more time to work out again, something that he always enjoyed but had never had time for for the last few years.  He could feel himself getting healthier.  Y/N had taken his list of debts and paid them all off within the first two weeks of him living at her apartment.  His credit score skyrocketed.  His mental health was better than it ever had been.

She was also employing his friends and giving them opportunities as well.  Steve had painted something new for her, and she had paid him far above what he had initially asked for, making it so he could get ahead on his bills as well.  She had also invited him to art galleries with her and Bucky and introduced him to all the right people.  He was currently working on a whole collection to show in a local art gallery show by the end of the year.  Peggy and Y/N had become fast friends and Y/N had made sure to be there for Peggy’s events at her nonprofit job, even donating handsomely to it to help keep them running smoothly for the next five years.  

Bucky still found it hard to accept gifts, especially the expensive ones, but Y/N loved giving him things or taking him on experiences.  He was eternally grateful for all that she had done for him.  He found himself falling for her fast.  She would flirt and call him pet names, sometimes go as far as holding hands and cuddling, but she never pushed further, and he started wishing she would.  He was sure that she didn’t want to push anything since he had had initial hesitancy about a sexual relationship, but she herself had said if it eventually, organically, happened within the relationship she wouldn’t be opposed to it.  He just didn’t know how to start that conversation.  Or just use body language?

The photographers had eaten up the fact that she had a new “boyfriend” as well, following him when he was out or going to and from work.  They also followed Peggy and Steve and anybody else that he was in contact with, screaming questions and being all around nuisances.  He learned to just ignore them, walking with purpose to wherever he was headed and not acknowledging any questions, flashing them a smile every now and then.

It was seven months into his new life when Y/N came home late one day.  He had taken to making dinner for the two of them once he got home from work, and she was usually not far behind him.  She said she had a meeting with a possible business investment.  But now it was 7:00 p.m., and she still hadn’t shown up.  He tried texting her but got no response.  At 7:37 he heard the elevator ding.

“Hey, where have you been?” he called from the kitchen as he had been packing up the food.  “I made dinner, I was putting it away but I can heat it up for you if you’d like.”

“Bucky…” Y/N trudged into the kitchen, looking lost.  

“Y/N?” He put the tupperware down and walked up to her, holding her arms as he looked at her.  “What’s wrong?  Are you okay?”

Y/N didn’t meet his eyes, it seemed like she couldn’t focus on anything and the only thing keeping her up were his hands on her arms.  Bucky tried to meet her gaze but her eyes were glossy, unfocused, her skin pale and clammy to the touch.  Her balance wavered and he caught her and held her against him.

“Woah, hey, Y/N,” he patted her cheek firmly to try and get her attention.  “Y/N?  What happened?  Where were you?”

“The office…meeting with John,” she slurred, dropping her purse.  Her eyes were suddenly razor focused as she seemed to come back to herself.  “John…Walker!” she suddenly screamed, pushing away from Bucky.  He caught himself against the counter behind him, staring at her wide eyed.  “Had a meeting.  He…kept telling me to drink,” she paused, her hands flying to her temples and massaging them.  “Gave me a drink?”

“John Walker?  From Walker Star Construction?  Wait, he gave you a drink?” Bucky came back to her, taking her wrists away from her face and making her face him.  

“…started feeling funny..” she slurred again, then stiffened as her eyes looked beyond Bucky.  “He…he touched me. Wanted me to…sign something.”

Bucky could feel the fury bubbling deep within his gut as he realized what had happened.  “Y/N, he drugged you.”

Y/N found his face again, her eyes starting to well up with tears.  “He…drugged me.  Touched me–” she inhaled a sharp breath.  “Touched me everywhere!”  Her memories were coming back in flashes, making her sob as she almost toppled to the floor.  Bucky followed her down, holding her to his chest as she cried.  

“We gotta call the police,” he said as he reached for his phone and dialed.  “Hello?  Yeah, my uh…” he paused and looked at Y/N.  She was shaking as she sobbed.  “My girlfriend was just drugged while in a meeting.  She’s home now but still really out of it.  The address is…”

Twenty minutes later two detectives and paramedics arrived and were escorted to her apartment.  The detectives took her statement, as best as she could give it, and then went to her work building to get security camera footage, saying they’d call when an arrest was made.  The paramedics checked her over for any immediate injuries, and upon only finding some bruising and possible saliva on her neck suggested bringing her to the hospital for blood tests for the drugs in her system and a forensic exam.  He hadn’t raped her, thankfully, but fingerprints would need to be taken, swabs done and the bruises photographed.  Y/N went along with it all, wanting Bucky by her side the entire time.  He didn’t feel like he was much help, but never left her side and kept holding her hand and giving her comforting words when they were left alone out of the earshot of nurses and doctors.  

When it was all over it was late, and by the time she got home and was beginning to sober up all she wanted to do was shower.  “I just, I feel dirty,” she whispered as she held herself.  “I need to…be clean.”

“Okay, let’s get you to your room,” Bucky said as he led her there.  Once she was standing in the middle of her room he went to her closet and picked out some pajamas and underwear for her, set them on her bed, then went to her bathroom and turned on the shower, getting it to a warm temperature.  He turned back to her and saw she hadn’t moved.  “Alright, everything’s ready for you.  I’ll just be next door if you need me,” he promised her before heading towards the door.

“Bucky wait, please,” she called for him, her voice cracking.  “I…I don’t want to be alone.”

Bucky stood in her doorway staring at her.  “Okay, um, do you want me to wait here for you?” he said, gesturing towards her bed.

“I–” she stopped herself, hanging her head and sniffling.  “I know it’s asking a lot, but could you help me?  Get clean?”

Bucky gaped at her for a moment.  Help get her clean?  So naked, in the shower?  Together?  Though all his questions and hesitations flew out the window when she looked at him, her sad eyes pleading, looking pitiful as she continued to hold herself.

“Yeah, yeah sure, um…let me go get some clothes and I’ll be right there,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile before turning towards his room and getting some underwear and pajamas for himself.  He psyched himself up as he walked back towards her room, setting his clothes down on her bed.  She had already entered the bathroom, her clothes a heap on the floor by the sink, and he saw her naked outline standing under the water.  He quickly undressed, deciding at the last second to keep his boxers on, and slowly opened the shower door.  He didn’t look at her yet, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.  “Are you sure about this, Y/N?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” Y/N said, her voice strained as she tried not to cry.

Bucky finally looked up at her.  She stood under the water, her arms still hugging herself and covering her chest, her hair now wet and sticking to her face and neck as she sniffled.  He stepped into the shower and closed the door behind him, still keeping some space between himself and her, waiting to see what it was she wanted to do.  After a beat Y/N turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight as she cried again, her fingers digging into his back.  Bucky held her, his hands rubbing her back, kissing the top of her head and trying desperately to not think about her naked breasts pressed against his skin.  He kept holding her as he grabbed her hair products, slowly massaging the shampoo into her hair and rinsing it out, then the same with the conditioner.  When it came time to wash her body he got her washcloth ready but held it out for her to take.  She gingerly took it from him and turned away to wash her body.  She started crying harder when she reached her neck.  She started scrubbing at the skin of her neck furiously.

“Y/N, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Bucky reached out for her hands to try and pull them away.

“No, I have to get it off…get him off,” she cried, her breathing getting more frantic as her skin started to redden.

“Y/N…Y/N stop,” he grabbed the washcloth and held it firmly so she had to stop rubbing her skin.  She looked at him wide eyed.  “You’re clean.  You’re safe.”  He smoothed his fingers over her neck and pulled her towards him again, dipping his head down to her eye level.  “You are not dirty.  Just because some asshole tried to hurt you does not make you dirty or less.  You fought him off and got yourself home and safe.  And I’m so proud of you,” he felt a lump in his throat form as he spoke the words, his eye’s starting to well with tears.  “You came home to me.  I’m here, I’ll help you, however you need me to.”

Her eyes searched his face, her lips quivering as she inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled out of her mouth.  Bucky could tell she wanted to ask him something but was too afraid.  He felt like he had gotten to know her tells and signs pretty well over the last few months, and so he took the initiative and tried something.  He leaned forward slowly, watching for her reaction, until his face was next to hers, and rubbed his nose along her cheek.  She let out a sharp breath and closed her eyes.  He continued to rub his nose down to her jaw then skimmed his lips against her neck.  Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders.  He placed a soft kiss near her jugular, his hand on the other side of her neck caressing the skin where she had been scrubbing.  He softly pressed kisses over and over again along her throat, from one side to the other, going as low as her collar bone then back up to her jaw and the spot beneath her earlobes.

Y/N sighed as her grip on his shoulders loosened, her head rolling to whatever side he wasn’t kissing at to give him more room.  “He won’t ever hurt you again,” Bucky whispered near her ear, making her shiver.  “He won’t ever touch you again.”  He gave a more firm kiss to her cheek as he pulled away finally.  “No one will hurt my Mama again.”

Bucky wasn’t sure where that statement came from, his heart plummeting to his gut as he said it, but Y/N’s hooded eyes and parted mouth gave him hope that it was the right thing to say.  She was calmer now, more steady on her feet, and her smile returned as she looked at him.

“Mama, huh?” She teased him, the light coming back to her eyes.  

Bucky chuckled at her wry smile.  “Well you keep calling me baby.  Unless you don’t like it?” he asked in worry.

“No, I do kinda like it,” she reassured him.  “Don’t know what that says about me,” she giggled.

Bucky laughed.  “I like it when you call me baby.  I don’t know what that says about me, either,” joked.

Y/N hugged him again, keeping her face turned up towards him.  “Thank you, Bucky.  For taking care of me.  I’m sorry for making it awkward like this,” she gestured toward the shower.  

“I don’t mind the view,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.  She scoffed and smacked his chest lightly.  “Let’s get out of here,” he said as he turned away and opened the shower door.  He handed her a towel behind his back to give her privacy as she shut off the water.  They both dried themselves off and changed into their pajamas before going back to her bed.

“Will you stay?” Y/N asked hopefully as she stood by the side of her bed.

“Yes,” he answered a little too fast, making her smile.  They both got into bed and as he pulled the covers up she wiggled her body close to his, resting her head on his chest and slinging her free arm around his waist.  

“Goodnight, baby,” Y/N sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his chest as she nuzzled him.

“Goodnight, Mama,” Bucky replied, a smile stretching across his face.

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Sugar Mama Chapter 3

Warnings: eventual smut, sexual assault (not from Bucky)

The next day Bucky called Steve and invited him and Peggy to the burlesque club with him and Y/N.  Steve sounded skeptical still, but accepted the invitation.  “I look forward to meeting the boss,” he said.  Bucky rolled his eyes but was happy he accepted.

As they got ready later that night Bucky found himself wearing an outfit that he would have had to save for over a year to afford.  Y/N had bought him some nicer clothes for going out and he was looking rather dapper in a black suit jacket, a black turtleneck, black jeans and black boots.  She had mentioned something about liking his facial hair so he trimmed it instead of shaving.  As he zhuzhed his hair in his bathroom he heard her come out of her room.

“Are you ready Bucky?” Y/N called out from the hallway.

“Yeah I’ll be right there,” Bucky said, finally feeling okay with the state of his hair.  As he walked out of his room, through the kitchen and into the front room he stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on Y/N.  She was wearing a flowy kaftan dress that was covered in different metallic layers of white, silver and a champagne color.  There were high slits on both legs showing her thighs peaking out as she walked.  She had black strappy heels on her feet making her three inches taller, and he noticed her toenails matched the champagne color on her dress.  Her hair was pulled atop her head in a bun that had pieces pulled out meticulously that framed her face and brushed her neck, and small gold and diamond hoops in her ears.  She turned to him as he entered and gave him a whistle as she looked him up and down.

“Wow, Buck, you look…I have no words,” she said as she walked towards him.  “I’m sorry if it makes me sound thirsty but you look ravishing, baby.”

Bucky’s cheeks felt hot as he blushed at her compliments and the pet name.  He gave her a shy smile.  “Thank you.  You look amazing, Y/N,” he said as he gave her a once over as well.  

She gave him a beaming smile.  “Thank you.  I have something for you,” she turned back towards where her small purse and leather jacket sat on the couch.  She rummaged under the jacket and pulled out a box.  “I hope you like it,” she said as she plopped the box into his hand.

Bucky gave her a suspicious look, making her laugh, before opening the lid.  His eyebrows shot up as he found himself staring at a gold signet ring with some engraved designs on the sides and a square white diamond set in the middle.  

“I hope it fits,” Y/N said quietly.

Bucky pulled out the ring and fitted it to his right middle finger.  “Jesus, Y/N, this is too much.”

“It’s not enough for you, baby,” Y/N cooed at him as she took his right hand and inspected the ring on his finger.  “It suits you.”  She quickly pulled him towards the elevator.  “Let’s get going.  We don’t want to miss your friends.”

After a short ride to the burlesque club the town car pulled up to the VIP express line.  Bucky quickly got out of the car and held his hand out for Y/N, who took it and seemed to visibly change in front of the cameras that started clicking as she came out.  Her relaxed demeanor was now charismatic, a smirk on her face as she faced the cameras and gave them a cocked eyebrow.  She looped her arm around Bucky’s back as he faced the cameras with her, unsure of what to do other than smile and try to not be blinded by the flashing lights.  A moment later she pulled him towards the front door of “Neon” as the photographers called her name and she waved to some of the people in the regular line who called out to her as well.

“Bucky!  Buck!!” Bucky whipped around to the sound of his name.

“Steve!  Hey!  Y/N,” Bucky pulled at her hand.  She quickly turned around and looked where he pointed and smiled.  She moved to the Bouncer and whispered in his ear.  He quickly nodded and pointed to where Steve and Peggy stood, waving his hand for them to come forward.

“Thank you, Thor,” Y/N gripped the Bouncer’s forearm and then reached out to Steve.  “Steve, what a pleasure to meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you from Bucky.”

“Good things, I hope,” Steve eyed Bucky warily but gave Y/N a striking smile.  “This is my girlfriend, Margaret Carter.”

“Peggy, please,” Peggy corrected him as she shook Y/N’s hand.  “I’m a big fan of yours, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Just Y/N is fine, Peggy,” Y/N smiled wider at her.  “I’d love to chat, but let’s get inside and out of the way.”

Everybody followed her inside.  The moment she walked in, the owner was by her side, greeting her warmly and offering her the VIP booth.  She accepted and led everyone upstairs.  The music and the neon lights were mesmerizing as Bucky felt like he was whipping his head around to take in all the sights of the bustling club.  When they were seated Y/N ordered drinks for everyone and then finally sat back into the loveseat she was at with Bucky, letting her charismatic guard down.

“Whoo, I hope you don’t mind, it’s just a lot sometimes,” she said, looking at Steve and Peggy.

“Not at all,” Peggy quickly agreed.  Steve just watched Y/N carefully.  Bucky nudged his foot, making Steve glare at him.

“You don’t trust me, Steve?” Y/N asked.  She didn’t say it accusatorially, rather as an observation.  Steve’s eyes widened.

“Uh, it’s not that I don’t, trust you, Y/N, I just…um,” he floundered at being called out, unsure of what to say.

Y/N laughed jovially.  “I guess I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t trust me either.  He’s your best friend, like brothers, I get it.”  She held Bucky’s hand and squeezed it.  “I hope we can all be good friends, though.  I have no ill will or bad intentions towards him, pinky promise,” she held out her free hand, pinky pointed upwards towards Steve.  He snorted and surrendered his pinky to loop with hers.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.  I’m sure you’re great–”

“You just don’t know me yet.  But don’t worry, I’m all bark and no bite,” she flashed her teeth at him then laughed again.  A song came on that made her jump in her seat.  “Oh!  Peggy come dance with me!”

“Okay,” Peggy laughed and stood up to join Y/N just a few feet away in an empty space as the next burlesque dancer came out on the stage and did her routine.

Steve scooted over to Bucky as the girls danced nearby.  “So, she seems fun.”

“Hm,” Bucky barely acknowledged him as he watched them dance and laugh together.  As the burlesque dancer’s set progressed they cheered her on.

“Buck, I’m not trying to be mean,” Steve sighed.

“I know, but you’re not exactly being nice, either,” Bucky finally looked at him.  “I know this is weird, the whole thing is weird.  I still barely know her.  But I wanna see where this leads me.  I have a good feeling about it…about her.”

Steve nodded, a knowing look in his eye as he looked Bucky up and down.  “You look nice, gift from mama?” he glanced at Y/N.

Bucky laughed, “Yeah.  She likes to spoil.”

“And the ring, wow,” Steve grabbed his hand and looked at it.  “You lucky dog.”

“Ah come on, punk.  I already feel like I’m showing off too much.  As nice as it all is,” Bucky said quietly, not wanting to offend Y/N.

“No, it's cool, man.  You deserve this.  You’ve been working really hard for a long time, this is a good break for you.  And honestly, she seems fun, and nice.  I hope it all works out for you,” Steve complimented him.  “Just don’t forget about us little people.”

Bucky rolled his eyes.  “Never,” he promised, giving Steve a fist bump.

The girls came back to them a moment later.  “Steve!  Peggy was telling me that you’re an artist!” Y/N said as they sat back down, the next dancer coming to the stage.  Their drinks were delivered and she took a small sip.

“Oh, uh, yeah, just some freelancing on the side mostly,” Steve said, glancing at Peggy.  She gave him a wide grin.

“He’s very good, Y/N, he’s just embarrassed and doesn’t know how to network himself very well, yet,” Peggy patted Steve’s arm gently.

“Well, I’ve been looking for a new piece to hang in my room.  My former designer picked it out and I just don’t like it, no offense to them,” she gave him a sheepish smile.  “Would you mind coming by my place soon and maybe we can discuss some options?”

Steve’s face lit up as she spoke.  “Yeah, yeah that sounds amazing.”

“Wonderful, let me get your number…you, too Peggy!  We’ll have to have dinner soon,” Y/N said as she passed her phone over to them.  They both eagerly put their information into it.

Bucky smiled as the night wore on, Y/N being friendly and accommodating to his friends, and telling him about the club and what work had gone into getting it ready and what her role as key investor was.  The dancers were amazing, the music and the drinks flowing as they all danced and sang along and cheered for the dancers.

It was the early morning hours when they decided to call it quits.  As they headed out the front door some straggler photographers snapped pictures of Y/N as she said goodbye to Steve and Peggy.  “Text me!” she whisper-yelled to Peggy as they both smiled giddily to each other before she hugged Steve then took Bucky’s hand and headed towards the car waiting for them.

“Y/N!  Who are your friends!?”

“Is this a new boyfriend, Y/N?”

“What’s your name, man?”

They quickly jumped in the car and took off.  She leaned back into the seat next to him, stretching her legs out as best as she could and sighing heavily.

“Are you alright?” Bucky giggled, seeing her tired face.

“Yeah, my feet are just killing me,” she groaned.

“Here,” Bucky gingerly pulled one of her legs up and reached for her shoe, unbuckling the heel and setting it next to himself, then doing the same to the other foot.  Her legs were hoisted into his lap, making her angle her body weirdly in the car, but as he started rubbing her feet she moaned.  He laughed again, “Does that feel good?”

“Soooo good, baby,” Y/N sighed, her eyes closed and her head leaning against the car window.  Bucky then realized the position he was in.  Her legs were on full display through the slits in her dress and in his lap, making the dress hike up her thick thighs a bit so he could almost see up her dress and in between her legs.  He saw a flash of lacy black underwear and quickly focused back on her feet.  

“You okay?” she questioned him when he had stopped for a moment, opening her eyes and giving him a worried look.

“I’m fine, just got distracted,” he waved her off, rubbing the heels of her feet gently.

The car arrived at her apartment and he grabbed her shoes and slipped out, reaching for her hand to help her out of the car.  She limped a little as her feet met the sidewalk.  “Jesus, you had a little too much fun dancing,” Bucky said as she clung to his arm as he led her inside to the elevator.

“I haven’t been dancing in a long time, so sue me for having a little too much fun,” she joked.  “Plus, Peggy is fun.  It’s nice to make genuine friends.”

Bucky wound an arm behind her back as the elevator opened and they walked into her apartment.  “I’m sorry Steve was a little standoffish at the start,” he began.

“Don’t be sorry.  I completely understand,” Y/N interrupted him.  “I don’t blame him for being worried about his friend.  This sort of arrangement is still taboo, so I get it.”

“He seems excited to work with you, though.  Thank you for giving him a chance to do more art,” Bucky said.

“Oh it’s no problem at all.  I’m sure he just needs a little help getting out there,” Y/N waved off his thanks.  “I’m happy to do it.  And I honestly don’t like that piece on my wall.”

“Can I see it?” Bucky asked.

“Yep, come see the monstrosity!” she announced dramatically.  Bucky laughed as he led her into her room.  She stepped out of his embrace and sat on her bed, then pointed behind him.  He looked around to the wall facing her bed and grimaced.

“What the fuck is that?” he exclaimed.

Y/N laughed heartily at his reaction.  “That is an Igor Eugen Prokop painting.”

Bucky stared at it, his head tilting sideways.  “It’s a little, um…”

“Phallic?” Y/N giggled.

Bucky shook his head and looked away from it, rubbing his eyes.  “God, and you stare at that every night as you’re going to sleep?”

“I try not to,” she said.  “But it’s kinda hard when it’s staring right back at you.”

“No,” Bucky said, then walked over to the painting and pulled it off the wall.  He hid it behind the dresser that was sitting below it, making sure it was completely out of sight.

“Thank you, baby,” Y/N giggled again, then yawned.  “Oh god, okay.  Time to sleep,” she stood up and limped again.

“Maybe no heels next time,” Bucky offered her his hand, which she gladly accepted as he led her over to her closet.

“I got it from here, Bucky, thank you,” she patted his hand.  “You go to bed.  If I need anything I’ll yell at you.  Oh, and…” she stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.  “Thank you for coming with me tonight, and introducing me to your friends.”

Bucky beamed at her.  “Thank you for taking me.  And for the outfit, and the ring, and for being so great to my friends,” he rattled off, squeezing her hand lightly.  “I really liked the club.” She seemed to preen at him as he thanked her.  Bucky then made a split second decision and leaned forward and kissed her cheek.  Y/N’s mouth hung open as he pulled away, her eyes widening slightly before a small smirk graced her features.

“Goodnight, baby,” she said.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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