??18+ only. Under 18, DNI??
Bucky POV:
I escaped Hydra 1 year ago, and have been on the run from S.H.E.I.L.D. ever since. I've managed to fly under the radar this long, stayed to myself. It was easier this way. I have done so much damage, hurt too m...
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I squint at my phone, shaking my head with a laugh.
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I flop back onto the bed, holding the phone to my chest like a giddy teenager. Ug, this man is delicious. He could speak every language in the world, and I wouldn't need to understand a single word. His voice alone could melt me into a puddle.
But there's one thing about him that sticks in my mind, something I can't quite figure out. Last night, he never took off his shirt. Or his glove. I noticed, but I didn't want to say anything. Maybe he's self-conscious, or maybe he thought I couldn't tell his left arm is a prosthetic.
It doesn't matter to me. None of that matters.
I just want to know him. Every part of him.
Bucky's POV:
She's such a beautiful fucking mess.
Watching her come undone beneath me is like stepping into Heaven. It's overwhelming, consuming, like l'm living my favorite scene in a movie I never want to end. Her moans are a melody I could play on repeat for the rest of my life, each note resonating deep in my chest.
It's painfully obvious no one has ever taken care of her the way she needs. The way she deserves. Last night, she was vulnerable with me in a way I've never seen before. The way she let her guard down, even as her tears fell, broke something in me. But at the same time, it left me wanting more. Needing more.
