Bucky took you back to your room with no other words shared between you. You could feel the alcohol quickly filtering out of your system as you walked in silence, and it was overtaken by a weird feeling of anticipation. Like something was about to happen. You couldn't figure out what. You felt antsy.

He held the door open for you to walk into the lab. He closed it behind you both. He followed you into your room. You stood by the bed, and turned round to him, seeing that he was just standing in the doorway, watching you.

"Are you going to, you know, do your checks?" You asked. It took him a second to respond, but then he nodded, and started moving around the room. You could tell he was half-assing it. He was keeping you in his peripherals. You felt frozen to the spot, not being able to do anything but watch him.

You said you wanted to go to bed. That's what you said. That you were going to bed. To sleep.

Seeing him move around your room though, it made you reconsider that idea.

He barely looked into the bathroom before walking back up to you. He stopped just in front of you, impossibly close. His breath hitting your face as you both stared at each other.

"All good." He whispered. You nodded. His eyes looked insanely blue from this close, his pupils big, his nose almost brushing yours. You felt an odd pull in your stomach. "I'll let you get some sleep." He added, moving away from you.

Panic stabbed at your heart.

You grabbed his arm.

"Um..." You said in a cracked voice before swallowing. "Can you...can you help me with my dress?" You asked, not letting go of his arm until you saw him nod stiffly. You turned your back to him, and moved your hair out of the way to drape over your left shoulder.

It wasn't a difficult dress. You didn't need someone to help unzip it.

But you wanted Bucky to.

It took him a couple of seconds to walk up to you, for you to feel his fingers graze your back, then to hear the tic of the metal unzipping, your dress loosening from your body. You held the fabric to your chest with one hand, and let your eyes close as you focused on just his touch.

His hands slid to your arms, just below your shoulders, and he leaned closer to your right ear.

"All done." He whispered, before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. Your head rolled back a little. He noticed. He placed another kiss on your skin, moving closer to your neck. He saw you tilt your head, giving him more access. The next kiss he placed was less soft. Your lips parted as you sighed.

He slowly slid his hands off your arms, going to where you were holding your dress up, and he cautiously tugged on the material. Your fingers relaxed slightly, and he prised the material out of your hands. You let it fall to the floor.

Then you whipped round, throwing your arms around his neck, and kissed him.

He instantly put his hands on either side of your face and kissed you back. Your hands went into his hair, fingers threading through the short tufts and gripping them in a fist. He groaned in your mouth and moved his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his. You were kissing each other eagerly, hungrily, stepping out of your dress, walking back to the bed, neither of you daring to break the connection between you. His tongue slid over your bottom lip, and you gladly opened your mouth as you blindly climbed on the bed behind you as he, for lack of a better word, devoured you.

You put one knee on the bed behind you, then the other, moving back as his hands slid round your back to your hips, then down to your thighs. Suddenly, he was lifting you up, his mouth popping off yours, and then he threw you on your back onto the sheets.

Your breath huffed from your chest with the impact, and you barely had a chance to regain it as he leaned over you and kissed you again, his metal hand on the bed, his right hand running down the side of your body to your underwear.

Clearly, your brain knew this was going to happen earlier, because you were wearing relatively nice underwear tonight. Although it obviously didn't matter to Bucky, who just ripped them off you, throwing the scraps of material to the side. His hand moved off the bed to your other thigh, pulling your legs up to his hips as he knelt down on the floor beside the bed and kissed down your stomach.

He briefly looked up at you as he moved further and further down, your cheeks flushed, your chest moving heavily with each breath you struggled to take, your hands slipping from his shoulder to the sheets either side of you, and clenching them in fists.

"You want this so badly don't you princess?" He muttered against your skin as he looked at you. You half nodded. His lips grazed over your hip bone. "Use. Your. Words."

"Please.."

His tongue quickly made its way to your core, and you could already sense how wet you were before he'd even started. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as his tongue moved over your clit, over your opening, gently and ever so slightly pushing inside. You moaned into the air as your shoulders lifted off the bed, your head rolling back, the sensations zipping through you as he picked up speed, alternating his movements, his hands sliding over your ass and gripping it tight, anchoring you to his mouth as he sucked. You fell into the feeling, your body melting into the mercy of his tongue, and just as one particularly amazing flick over your clit reverberated throughout your abdomen, he took his mouth off you.

"Bucky no-" You whined, before he leaned back over you and smashed his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it turned you on an embarrassingly high amount, making you rush to kiss him back. Your hands ran down his chest, fingers rushing to undo the buttons of his shirt. As soon as the top three were done, he pulled back and tugged it over his head, throwing it carelessly the same vague direction as your underwear went.

"I thought you were going to sleep." He said as he smiled wickedly. As he started .

"This is more fun." You retorted, making him briefly bite his bottom lip, his eyes raking over you laid out before him. You shifted slightly so that you could reach your hands behind your back, undoing your bra and chucking it over his head just as he pushed his trousers off.

He growled loudly, grabbing your legs and yanking you down the bed, making you squeal in response. He was standing on the floor, and you were on your back on the bed right at the edge. He grabbed his cock in his hand, giving it two quick strokes before he put his other hand on the bed by your hip, and pushed into you.

You both moaned as his cock filled you up perfectly, your eyes rolling back, and his metal arm sagging a little on the bed before he clenched his jaw and straightened it, holding himself over you as his other hand gripped your thigh. He pulled back, pulled out, and slammed back into you. Once he heard you cry his name, he did it again. And again.

You hummed happily as he fucked you, one hand clutching his shoulder, the other fisted in the sheets beside you, his thrusts making your body bounce from the impact. You felt his mouth close around your nipple, his teeth and tongue grazing it messily as his hips snapped into you. You swore loudly in the air as he drove his cock into you, hard and deep, exactly like you wanted, desire licking its way up your spine, your fingers starting to tingle dully.

You felt your walls clench around his cock, a warning that you were getting close, and he immediately started to slow down. You opened your eyes, opened your mouth, ready to scold him, when he lifted his head and smiled at you.

"I'm not stopping." He clarified, moving his hand from your thigh to your jaw, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, lazily moving his cock in and out of you.

He kissed you, in a dominating, yet soft way. You kissed him back, trying to keep your insatiable craving for him dampened down, but already noticing that you were trying to roll your hips in time with him, to take him deeper. He chuckled into your mouth as he pulled back and straightened his back, pulling on your legs to wrap around his waist and making your ass lift off the bed slightly. Then he leant back over, his right hand on the bed next to your waist, his metal hand coming to your throat, gently wrapping his fingers around it, making your body thrum in want. Your mouth parted open with a loud exhale, making him smile again as he looked down at you with intense eyes.

"Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look like this?" He said, his words coming out in a low voice that just did things to you. "All laid out for me, taking me so fucking well, feeling so good around me," He continued as he drove his cock into you and you moaned, just to have it cut off by his fingers briefly tightening around your throat. Your hand flew to it, wrapping around his wrist, but not pulling him away. Not yet. He leant closer, his lips insanely close to yours as he kept fucking you. "It's like we were made for each other princess."

You couldn't stop the whimper escaping from your throat, and as soon as he heard it, he took his hand off, instead sliding it round to the back of your head and pulling your face to his, his lips covering yours and his tongue immediately delving into your mouth. Your hands went to his face, keeping him there, deepening the kiss as he started moving faster, pounding into you over and over until you felt your entire body start trembling with your impending orgasm flooding through your veins.

He moved his hand from the back of your head to the bed, holding himself up as his right hand snaked down your stomach. You arched your back into him as he pulled away from your mouth, resting his forehead against yours, his fingers finding your clit and expertly tracing over it, getting faster when he felt your walls tense and squeeze his cock. He swore under his breath, kissed you again, and before you knew it, you were throwing your head back and screaming his name as your climax overtook your body and whizzed through your muscles. His head fell to your neck, biting the skin harshly as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own spilling from him a few seconds after.

His teeth released your neck, only to be replaced by his soft, wet tongue licking over the same spot, as your body finally started relaxing into the mattress, your eyes closed and your heart thudding loudly. You groaned in disdain as he pulled out, lazily lifting your head and grabbing his jaw to pull his mouth back to yours. He kissed you back, a sweet, deep kiss as he shifted over you until he was resting on both of his elbows.

When he finally pulled away from you, you felt drained. You looked into his eyes, seeing him just staring back at you.

"Now I can go to sleep." You whispered with a smile, and he smiled back before kissing your forehead. He dragged his body down the bed, off of you, and he headed to the bathroom as you stared at the ceiling, thinking why you ever thought that you want this.

He came back into the room with a wet cloth, and gestured for you to take his other hand, which you did. He pulled you up off the bed until you were sitting up, and he gently pressed the cloth to your sensitive core, making you hum and tense slightly. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist instead, kissing you again as he cleaned you up, then threw the cloth behind him towards the bathroom. You heard it slap onto the tile flooring, but you were too busy wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.