Bee’s Character Analysis

Warm heaps of steam filled the bathroom. The humidity clinging to the glass, covering it is fog and dew drops. The only sound was the heavy beat of the spray as it hit flesh and soft panting.

A blurred-out silhouette just visible through the glass shower door, slightly hunched over, one arm bracing against the wall while the other moved swiftly and desperately between his legs.

Blonde strands stuck against his cheek, water droplets streaming through his beard. Eyes screwed tightly as he concentrated on the task at hand.

It was getting embarrassing how often John found himself in this position. Alone, desperate for the dopamine hit that it provided. The loosening of muscles, the clearing of his mind, the distraction. For a moment it provided him with an escape, let him forget how lonely he was. Of course, it only lasts mere moments when the realization that he just came on his own hand, again, kicks in.

A curse spilled from his lips as his hips jerked with the force of his orgasm. The tension in his body melted away as the pleasure poured out of him. He let himself be loud and unashamed in the privacy of his shower.

Forehead against the cool tile brought him back to himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his nose.

It felt like another check off his chore list.

- Work out *Check* - Wash Clothes *Check* - Loudly masturbate in the shower *Check* - Meal Prep

He pushed himself away from the wall and quickly rinsed off the evidence of the last few minutes before shutting off the water. The steam still lingered in the bathroom as he pushed open the glass door. He paused for a moment, eyes scanning the steam. Something felt off but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

As he went to grab for his towel hanging on the rack the most peculiar thing happened. His small metal trash can scrapped against the floor. His feet were nowhere near it. His blue eyes immediately shot up and just in that moment he saw it, the smallest of flickers.

A surprised gasp ripped from his target as his hand gripped around flesh, pressing them into the wall.

A shimmer and suddenly Ava was in front of him, gasping for air as his fingers gripped her throat.

The heat of the steam curled around them as they stared at each other, Ava’s skin quickly being covered with goosebumps and dew drops. One of her hands gripped his wrist while the other was inconveniently hidden away in the front of her shorts.

“Ava, what the fuck?!” John’s anger radiated off him.

A strangled noise fell from her lips, her toes just barely making contact with the slippery tile as he held her pinned against the wall.

John knew that she could easily escape him, slip through his fingers with a simple roll of her eyes. She didn’t though. Ava let him keep her there. She was enjoying it.

As the realization washed over John his entire chest and neck blotched with redness. His grip loosened and he took a wobbly step back. Ava immediately fell to her knees, gasping and choking. John took notice in how her thighs and shoulders twitched as she pulled her hand from her athletic shorts.

John finally pulled the towel from the wall hook and wrapped it around his waist, covering himself before confronting her.

“Why are you in here?”

Ava titled her head up, still on her knees in front of him, the steam frizzing her hair slightly. The turn up at the side of her lips and her blissed out look in her eye made it obvious she wasn’t the least bit ashamed by her actions.

“Come on John, I thought that much was obvious.”

John’s face was turning red as he ran a hand over it.

“Ava…” The warning tone in his voice sent Ava’s spine straight, her tongue licking at her lips.

“I’m not going to over explain myself.” Ava stated, pale eyes staring up at him, hands poised on her thighs. “You have a predictable schedule, and I enjoy how vocal you are.”

Blue eyes widened at the confession, but he tried not to let the surprise come across in his tone.

“And you think that makes it okay for you to…watch me?” He didn’t have the courage to outright say masturbate in the shower, so he kept it vague.

“I never said that,” Ava said with a small shrug of her shoulders. “The forbiddance of it gets the blood pumping.” Her statement was so matter of fact.

“Usually, I’m long gone before you even get out of the shower, today though I guess it just took a little extra…something.” Her fingers brushed against her still red neck.

John audibly gulped. Lips opening and closing in hesitation, wondering if he was really going to say what he wanted to say.

“Do you…just like to watch…or do you want to participate?”

“Oh John Walker, you have such a way with words.” Ava smirked up at him, her bold attitude not diminishing even when his rough fingers thread through her hair.

“Getting to watch someone at their most vulnerable and free is intoxicating but I will admit…the thought of being touched, handled is—” Her thighs noticeable rub together, “Enticing.”

Her fingers creeped up his sides, delicately running over the plush fabric of his towel before settling over the crude knot that he had hurriedly tied.

His darkening blue eyes didn’t leave her hands as she tortuously slowly went about untying his towel. He couldn’t have anticipated that this was how his day would end up, but he dared not complain.

His fingers tightened in her hair as her hand found purchase around his cock, squeezing and roughly beginning to stroke him without much warning. Even though he has just came his dick was already half hard from their conversation and he could admit to himself that Ava kneeling in front of him licking her plush pink lips was doing something for him. He let a strangled moan escape him, her confession from earlier still lingering in the back of his mind.

A shudder ran up his spine as he felt a cool wetness of her tongue taste the underside of his leaking cock. He hasn’t expected her to wrap her mouth around him and torturously slowly take him down her throat. John couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten a blow job, especially not one this enthusiastic. He could feel her hum and moan around her full mouth as she took him as deep as she could. Her once pale eyes were blown black with her dilated pupils, looking up at him with an expression he could only read as incredibly horny. Her nails on her free hand were stabbing into his pale thigh, giving him a weird mixture of pleasure and pain.

Ava Starr wasn’t someone John would have ever guessed to be a giver in the bedroom. She was sucking him like she actually cared about his pleasure, or maybe it wasn’t that she cared about his pleasure she herself just enjoyed hearing him moan and breath out her name; if the fluttering of her lashes was any indication. He also noticed her clench her thighs when he would gently tug her hair. Naughty, Naughty Ava.

At this pace John knew that he wouldn’t last much longer and he really wanted to do more than just get his dick sucked on his bathroom floor. He gently pushed her face away, taking a half step back so he could compose himself.

Confused pale eyes blinked up at him as she wiped saliva from the edges of her mouth.

Gently grabbing her by the elbow he helped her stand before pushing the glass shower door open, turning the water back on. The room was engulfed in fresh steam.

The confused expression didn’t leave Ava’s face until John’s hands touched her skin, igniting her in heat and desire.

Her sports bra was lifted up and over her head, freeing her sensitive breasts from containment. John was quick to latch on and give much needed attention to her pebbled nipples. His hands continued to work at her shorts, pulling them down until they were both completely bare.

Ava kicked her shorts away. Her hands caressed over his strong shoulders and cradled his neck as he continued to lick and suck every bit of skin he could get his mouth on.

“Can I fuck you?” He breathed into her neck, his hands still gliding over her skin, making her shiver. She furiously nodded her head, her soft touch tickling his neck as she cradled his face, gently tipping his face up to hers. Her thumb ran over his lips, as if contemplating kissing him but seemed to reject the idea as her eyes looked at the shower in question.

John nipped at her ear lope before pulling himself away to guide her into the shower, the hot water immediately making her shoulders relax. He followed in behind her, closing the glass door before letting his hands find her body again, slipping over the wet surface of her skin.

A soft hum vibrated from her throat as she leaned her back into his chest, enjoying the sensation of the scolding water and the feel of his hands on her, toying with her sensitive nipples. She could feel the press of his hard cock against the curve of her ass, she couldn’t help herself as she shimmed her hips, earning a delicious moan out of him.

Firm hands gripped her hips, stopping her movements before gently guiding her to the tile wall. He pressed her into the cold tile, making her whine with the sudden change in temperature. John couldn’t take much more of her sweet noises and the way her body was rubbing up against him, his cock was twitching just thinking about feeling the warmth of her pussy wrapped around him.

One hand pressed into top of her spine, keeping her against the tile as he adjusted her hips to jut back slightly. John fitted himself at her entrance, his nervous system was shaking in anticipation, it had been so long he was sure he would lose himself.

“Oh fuck—” Ava groaned out as he slid into her without much warning. Her hands grasping helplessly at the slippery tile as he began to roughly thrust into her. She slid one of her hands down in between her legs, stimulating her clit as he fucked into her. John’s large, calloused hand brushed over her shoulder and up her arm, engulfing her unoccupied smaller hand and keeping it pressed firmly against the wall. His other hand had a bruising grip on her hip, controlling the angle that he fucked her in. His brain was going fuzzy as the feeling of her beautiful warm pussy overtook him. She felt perfect, made to be fucked by him, rough and sloppy.

For an assassin with powers that made her invisible she was not a quiet fuck. Ava was whimpering and moaning, cursing up a storm as she let herself be taken by him.

“J-John Fuck—” Her head turned, trying to get a look at him. “I’m so close.”

This made John redouble his efforts, adjusting the angle just slightly to be able to hit rough and deep. He leaned down as best he could to lay a kiss on her shoulders.

“I want to feel you come around my cock.” He all but growled, his grip tightening on her plush body.

He saw her lashes flutter again; eyes roll back just slightly as her thighs shook. The way her beautiful pussy clenched around him as she came was just what he needed to fully lose himself. He continued to thrust into her through her orgasm before stilling, letting his teeth sink into the back of her shoulder as he emptied himself into her.

It was probably the best release he had had in ages.

For a moment the only sound in the bathroom was the water from the shower hitting against John’s expansive back and their combined panting.

John pulled out of her, letting his shoulder fall against the cool tile. One hand ran over his face as he caught his breath the other stayed on her body, afraid she’ll tip over if he let go. His eyes caught the trail of their mixed pleasure dripping down her thighs and he had to stifle his groan, the sight almost making him horny again. Two rounds in less than thirty minutes was definitely his limit though.

Ava lifted her head from the tile wall, cloudy eyes finding him in the steam.

“That was…. fun.” She smirked at him before straightening, almost hiding her slight wobble as she opened the glass door to exit the shower.

“Is this uh…a one time thing?” John felt heat crawl up his face again, like a virgin after his first time.

She turned her head again, giving him a cheeky wink before she disappeared, leaving John to fully take in what the fuck just happened.

After a few moments he shut off the water, finally getting out of the hot spray to dry himself off. As he ran the towel of his hair he paused.

Ava didn’t know how to talk to people. She was never very good at it. Years spent alone or being ordered around by S.H.I.E.L.D / HYDRA can do that to a girl. Eyes downcast, head bent, face covered. She kept to herself, and she expected others to leave her be but when the past came knocking something in her couldn’t help but reach to answer.

She hadn’t recognized him at first. Why would she? It had been well over a decade since she last laid eyes on him and at that time they had both been very different people. She had been a shivering, shrink of an 18 year old girl and he had been…had been the soldier. His whole face had been covered up by a mask except for those eyes. The crystal blue eyes that seemed to swim with so much emotion and depth but felt so very empty at the same time.

His hair had been greasy and unkept, his handlers not even caring to bath him. His shiny chrome plated arm flashed the light into her eyes, and she could just barely see the crude way it was attached to his shoulder. She cowered away from him like the child she was. They were using him to show her what they could do, to remind her of her place. She had failed and she wouldn’t, couldn’t again.

Cold, metal fingers had attempted to wrap around her neck, the sensation shocking her, almost grounding her before she pulled away. Her body appeared at the other side of the room, hands pressed against the cold, unwelcoming glass of her enclosure. She had remembered his eyes, the flash of curiosity, only there for the briefest of seconds before returning to the dead stare that he was known for.

They had let her be, knowing that she would not fail again. That had been the first time she had seen him.

Every instance after that day had been in passing. Pale blue eyes staring at her across a darkened room. Every time she got a glimpse of him, she caught him looking at her, something working behind those beautiful ocean eyes. Everything else about him was dirty, grimy and unkept. Built to be a weapon, nothing more, nothing less. Whenever he looked at her it was like he was trying to piece a puzzle together, brows knit tight, eyes moving over her white suit. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, but he was taking something, collecting it and tucking it away somewhere in his broken mind.

The last time she caught those eyes were right before S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. He had seemed disoriented after coming back from a failed mission. They were basically dragging his body through the lowly illuminated hallway, boots scrapping against the concrete. His hair was falling into his face, breathing heavy and uneven. She watched from her doorway, tucked into darkness but he still found her.

His head lifted minutely, eyes caught hers. She felt frozen in place by his gaze, emotions she had never seen on him before flashed across the surface, he was scared, confused. Everything inside her wanted to reach out for him but her own self preservation won out. She let him go and within days her whole world changed.

Now here Ava was, a decade later, sitting in a much to spacious living room, in a tower that she shouldn’t be freely allowed in, with The Winter Soldier sitting on a couch just a few feet away. If she really wanted to, she could reach a finger out to poke against his flesh shoulder, feel the heat radiate off him, crawl into his space, invade. She wouldn’t do that of course, she would stay in her corner of the couch, a book loose in her hand as she pretended to read, eyes flicking to him when she knew he wasn’t looking.

They were now teammates, on the “good” side. What a twist.

Ava knew that James “Bucky” Barnes did not make the connection between her and his past as The Winter Soldier. If he did, he didn’t say anything. She doesn’t really blame him; she didn’t like to talk about her past either. They had both unwillingly worked for HYDRA, though his level of unwilling was a little different than her level of unwilling. She was grateful to say she hadn’t been brainwashed but being used by S.H.I.E.L.D. to do HYDRA’s dirty work wasn’t what she would call a wonderful childhood.

Now they were both Avengers, something she was still getting used to. It had been almost 13 years since that fateful day, they had both changed a significant amount, for the better it seems.

They still didn’t talk much. Even being on a team for over a month at this point couldn’t seem to break either one of them out of their shells. Bucky was still balancing being an Avenger with being a congressman. He was only a few weeks away from handing the torch to the next elected official but in the meantime, he had been running back and forth between New York and D.C. He was always exhausted. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He mostly kept to himself when he was in the tower.

The place they all lived now, together.

After being alone for so long, in hiding mostly, it was weird for Ava to have roommates. She had had to completely stop phasing through walls of private rooms for a short cut because she had walked in on one to many people changing. Ava didn’t think she would be scolded like a child for using her powers but apparently you had to “respect” other people when you lived together.

She’s also been told that she had a staring problem.

Ava couldn’t help it. Whenever she found something interesting or piqued her curiosity, she just had to figure it out in her head. That meant that she would sometimes stare off into space as she broke an idea down in her head or stared at Yelena’s trousers to figure out how exactly they were made, or tilt her head at Walker and wonder where he got the audacity.

Now, she was staring at Bucky. Her pale green eyes were moving over his form as it bent over the coffee table, a mess of papers and files scattered across the surface. He was in deep concentration, brow knit together, blue eyes squinted. She was almost positive he needed reading glasses but was sure he would be caught dead before ever putting on a pair of prescription glasses, the old man jokes would write themselves.

A soft sign escaped her lips as her head leaned against the back cushion of the couch. Her eyes drifted over his dark hair, a strand or two of gray peeking out at the crown. Further down her eyes went, over stubble on his chin, a day or so unshaven. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the smooth pale skin that disappeared under a black t-shirt.

Bucky had become Ava’s favorite person to stare at. Something about him sent a warmth into the depths of her stomach. Maybe it was their shared past. He made her feel seen, grounded, even if he hadn’t connected the dots with her, it was still nice to know that she hadn’t been the only one to survive the hell that was HYDRA.

One of these days Ava was going to get to courage to look him directly in the eye. She wanted to see those icy blue depths up close, she wanted to read his story, to fully see the change, to know for certain that the Winter Soldier was gone and now he was just Bucky again.

“You are staring again.” Bucky’s voice was husky with disuse. His head lifted and his full attention was on her. Those striking blue orbs were now looking at her and she felt her entire body crawl with heat as her face blushed. The light of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows and cast across his face, his entire being haloed in light. He was absolutely beautiful.

Ava’s mouth opened as if she was going to reply but the only sound that came out was an embarrassed little squeak. Suddenly her book clattered against the floor as her body completely disappeared.

She was suddenly in her dark room, curled up on the floor, a hand clasp over her mouth. Her body was shaking, heart racing. She felt overly warm. She felt embarrassed. Ava Starr did not get embarrassed. She had been called out for her staring plenty of times but the way Bucky had looked at her…he….it was….she felt like he had pierced straight through her heart with just a simple look.

What the fuck was going on?!

Ava quickly stood up, slamming her hand on the light switch. The room illuminated and she quickly ripped off her oversized hoodie, throwing it on her growing pile of clothes. She needed to get her shit together.

Her eyes scanned over her room, trying to find anything to distract herself with.

Attention settled on her bookshelf, bursting at the seams with worn paperback spines of trashy romance novels. She had gotten addicted to them a long time ago when she realized how easy it was to nick them from a gas station. Now they were a guilty pleasure.

She approached the bookshelf. Her fingers raised to a particularly loved paperback, on the front was a strong, overly tanned man with flowing dark hair holding a sword and a swooning maiden. It finally clicked to her.

She had a crush on James “Bucky” Barnes.

Fuck.

The book went flying out of her hand, landing somewhere behind her. She quickly grabbed a different paperback from her shelf, this one having a blonde man in military regalia and a swooning woman. She cringed slightly at the imagery, but it would be a much needed distraction from her racing thoughts.

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Her room was dark, air heated and humid. Her sheets were kicked to the end of the bed, trying to get relief from the heat.

Ava laid on her side, facing her cluttered bookshelf, shifting around trying to get comfortable. The overhead fan doing very little to cool her. She curled her arms under her pillow, nuzzling her face into the soft silk fabric.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt a rough hand grip her bare hip. Her body immediately stilled it’s squirming. Her fingers tightened into her pillow. She felt a hard body press against her back as the hand shifted from her hip to her lower stomach.

“You’re restless.” A gravelly voice rang into her ear before a soft press of lips were felt just underneath.

Ava didn’t reply, she could feel her body warming from the inside out. She untucked one of her arms from under her pillow and brought her fingers down to settle atop his hand. It was strong and thick and all she could think about were how those fingers would feel if only they were just a little lower.

A chuckle vibrated from her companion. Without even consciously thinking about it she had been pushing his hand further and further down until it was between her legs.

He ran his fingers through the curls at her apex before dipping lower, finding the wetness waiting within.

Another gasp escaped her lips, she buried her face deeper into the pillow as he found her sweet button.

“Shhh…shhh don’t want to wake the neighbors.” Another kiss below her ear before sliding down her neck, nibbling gently against her soft, smooth skin.

Ava was trying to keep quiet but his ministrations were getting rougher and faster. Suddenly his hand moved away from her and grabbed her inner thigh, he lifted her leg to open her up, stretching it up over his hip. The angle was a bit awkward, but Ava couldn’t bring herself to care when his fingers returned to her, pressing two long digits inside her core and stimulating her clit with his palm. Her arm shot up and extended behind her, fingers lacing into thick hair. She heard a grunt of pleasure from her companion as she gently tugged the strands.

The heat inside her belly was coiling tighter and tighter as he worked her. She moaned, not caring to be quiet anymore. Her hips bucked against his fingers, riding closer to her release.

Suddenly another hand clasp over her lips, quieting her. Two fingers slipped between her parted lips, the sensation was cold and tasted like iron. Her tongue swirled around the fingers, gently sucking.

A soft curse was mouthed into her hair as the fingers were extracted from her mouth, the hand moved further south, gripping gently around her neck, the cold metal a vast contrast to the heat of her skin, and turned her face to him.

“Ava…”

A shadow mostly obstructive his face, almost like a mask but she knew those blue eyes anywhere.

 “James—”

Ava shot up in bed, the book she had been reading flying off her chest. Her eyes squinted against the bright overhead light of her room, her head turning trying to reorient herself.

She had fallen asleep while reading. The clock told her it had only been a few hours, nothing crazy.

Ava felt overheated and full of adrenaline.

Sweat poured down her body as she did what she was best at, ran from her problems.

Ava had immediately escaped to the gym, needing to work her body so she could stop overworking her mind. So, she did the most mindless thing she could think of, get on a treadmill with oversized headphones and just start running. Her ears were blasted with early 2000’s pop music while her feet fell heavily against the tread. Her eyes became unfocused as she stared straight ahead.

A crush was dumb.

Ava Starr didn’t get crushes.

Ava Starr was a loner who didn’t have friends let alone people that might potentially like her back.

Ava Starr should probably go out and get laid because it had been an absurdly long time since she had gotten properly shagged. She shouldn’t be having sex dreams about her coworkers. She was spending too much time in the tower, around these people that was the best explanation for it!

And while she’s at it, Ava Starr should stop reading trashy romance novels that make her think that maybe one day a beautiful man with long flowing hair and bulging biceps would fall in love with her for her sarcasm and small tits.

A growl ripped from her throat as she gripped the rails and stopped running. She felt dizzy for a moment as her body became suddenly still, her breathing was heavy. As the room came back into focus, she saw him.

 It had been a few hours, but he still looked exactly the same. Black t-shirt fit snuggly across his chest, biceps barely contained, perfectly fitted dark wash jeans, long hair in waves that framed his angler face and those piercing blue eyes that froze her in place.

One hand stayed tightly on the rails while the other reached up to tug her headphones down around her neck. The sweet sounds of “Wannabe” by The Spice Girls settled into the quiet between them. 

That same familiar look that she knew so well sat across his features. His eyes trained on her as if he was dissecting her, pulling her apart with his eyes to try and figure out how she ticked. Well, good luck to him cause she didn’t even know.

Suddenly he was walking towards her. Ava wanted to disappear, she could, she could just leave right now, and it would be fine, maybe a little awkward later but ultimately it would be fi—

Bucky was in front of her. Even though she was standing on the treadmill they were eye to eye.

He raised up a hand, showing her the discarded book from the living room that she had haphazardly dropped.

“You dropped this.” Bucky had a voice that Ava wanted to listen to for hours. It would be amazing to have him read a book to her, the soft rumble of his chest, the gravel in his tone. It was intoxicating.

“Thanks.” Was all Ava could reply. Her legs felt shaky as she dismounted the treadmill, her eyeline immediately dropping a few inches. She schooled her features to the natural boredom that she usually portrayed and reached out her hands, wagging her fingers at him as an indication to hand over her book.

It landed heavy and thick in her hand, a quantum physics textbook for some light reading. A recommendation from the Pym’s, a slug of a read but it was helping her better understand her condition.

Their fingers gently brushed as he pulled his hand away and Ava could swear her heart started beating faster than when she had been running on the treadmill. His hand fell limply by his side as they stood silently in front of each other. Ava couldn’t maintain eye contact, her head bowing to his intense gaze. She hugged the large book to her chest.

Finally, Ava’s voice came back to her, she swallowed before motioning towards the locker room.

“I’m…uh…gonna get cleaned up.”

From her periphery she saw him nod before moving to the side to let her pass. As she moved to walk by him, he cleared his throat.

“I…I’m sorry if I spooked you…earlier.” 

She turned to look at him, expecting his body language to match his nervous voice. Bucky however was standing strong, shoulders back, arms loose by his side and crystal blue eyes staring her down.

“You didn’t spook me.” She replied, fingers tightening around her textbook.  “I’m just not used to people seeing me so clearly.” She could feel her face heat at her confession and quickly turned back around.

“Bye, Bucky.”

She didn’t hear a reply by the time she escaped to the locker room.

Usually, Ava could feel the pain coming. It encroaches like a headache behind the eye or an increasingly persistent period cramp. She usually had time to crawl into her suit and find a corner to ball up in as the pain consumed her.  Every once in a while, it hit her like a large wave in the ocean, crashing around her all at once.

This was one of those times. It happened while she was getting a cup of coffee in the communal kitchen. She was holding a mug (not her favorite, thankfully), her grip had loosened, her control on her movements quickly dissolving as her knees buckled, she crumbled to the ground. The white mug covered in small doodles of black cats cracked against the tile floor, spilling the hot liquid it contained. Her fingers burned for a moment as her hand made contact with it but soon, she was shimmering in and out of existence, her body shaking and convulsing.

She let out a pained cry, trying to curl her body into a ball but she couldn’t control her limps, all she could do was try to hold on to her own existence.

Ava was so out of it she didn’t hear the clatter of plates against the counter or the rushed footsteps that approached her. Her vision blurred, her hands clenched into fist as if she could force her body back together. Ava squinted at a dark shadowed figure leaned over her, it seemed to be saying her name.

Finally, she felt something. A strong, metal hand on her shoulder, gripping her tightly.

She gasped, shocked by the contact. Her senses slowly coming back to her.

“Ava…Ava!” It was Bucky, his vibranium hand was physically gripping her, not phasing through her body. Bucky seemed to notice this fact as soon as Ava did. He let go, as if testing something. Her body immediately started shifting again, she let out a pained cry in protest. He quickly wrapped the full vibranium arm around her body, pulling her up into a sitting position as her body became whole again.

Ava clung to the Vibranium bicep as if it were her lifeboat. Her face was streaked with tears she didn’t even know she was shedding.

“James…” She whimpered out, embarrassed that he caught her in such a state but extremely grateful that he could help her.

Bucky sat down on the floor next to her, gently pulling her closer to him letting his arm encase her in an almost hug.

“You okay?”

“I…. I don’t know….it’s like the Vibranium is stabilizing me.” Her fingers dug into the metal, as if testing her own structure.

“I…” James started but stopped, his eyes looking at the floor instead of her. “I was worried. You looked…I thought you might disappear.” He looked conflicted, as if something was bothering him.

Her fingers gently cradled his jaw, smoothing over the roughness of his stubble. His eyes were closed. She could feel the quickness of his breath as he breathed through his nose. His vibranium arm was still wrapped around her waist, the metal fingers massaging circles into her hip.

“James…please, let me see you.” Her voice was soft, whispered, as if she was afraid she would frighten him. Her thumbs brushed against his cheeks, wiping away the wetness dripping from his closed eyes.

“I’m sorry Ava.” He whispered back, his voice strained as if he were weeping.

“Sorry? What could you possibly be sorry for?” She asked, one hand falling from his face to land on his shoulder, squeezing in reassurance.

“I know you.” His eyes fluttered open, the blue orbs wet with uncertainty and shame. “Every time I look at you, I see the girl in the glass box, all alone and suffering….and I scared you.”

Ava shook her head, tears brimming in her own eyes now.

“That was a long time ago. I’m not that scared little girl anymore…and you…you weren’t…you weren’t you!” Her words fell lamely from her lips, she didn’t know how to reassure him that their past was okay, that she had forgiven him and herself a long time ago.

Ava finally let herself look him in the eye, really take time and absorb him. He tried to look away, but she grabbed his face, keeping him close to her.

“I remember your eyes.” She breathed out. “It was like there was nothing behind them, your soul had been locked away in a prison. But now, now you are so full of life.” Her eyes blinked, silent tears falling down her cheek.

“I see so much in you now. Happiness, confusion, thoughtfulness, frustration, and hope.” She leaned up closer to him, gently kissing his right cheek.

“This person you have created, have become in spite of all your past deeds, he is special to me.” She moved over and kissed his left cheek.

“He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he protects me and helps me even if I say I don’t want it.” She leaned back to look into his eyes again. “He makes my heart race when he catches me staring.” Her eyes drop to his lips. “He makes me want to do reckless things.”

James pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes disappearing behind his lids. He took in a breath before shakily exhaling.

Ava waited, her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe this hadn’t been the right time for her to confess. They were both in very compromising emotional states right now.

Ava opened her mouth to say something, what? she wasn’t entirely sure. Would she take it back? Tell him to forget what she said? To break this growing tension between them?

Before Ava could make another move soft lips pressed against hers, stopping her from taking anything back.

She couldn’t help the surprised noise that vibrated in the back of her throat, but she quickly recovered, cradling his face in her hands to keep him close.

Both of them were obviously out of practice. His lips moved hesitant and unsure while she pressed harder against him as if she were trying to consume him.

He pulled away first, trying to catch his breath. Ava tried to follow, stretched up on her knees to follow his lips, a tightened grip on her waist stopped her.

“It uh…it’s been a long time.” Bucky confessed to her, his cheeks red with shame or embarrassment.

“I’m happy to help you practice.” Ava teased but her eyes staying on his lips, her tongue peeking out to wet her own.

That pulled a smile out of Bucky. He leaned down and gently kissed her again, but it was quick, just a peck.

“Maybe another time…. I’ll be honest, this has all drained me. Are you not tired after your attack?”

Ava had almost forgotten all about her terrible attack. She had felt renewed, adrenaline and horniness coursing through her blood, heating her from the inside out. She could read the room though; he didn’t want to move forward so she would respect that.

“Now that you mention it, a nap does sound good.” Ava not so sneakily leaned her weight against him, letting him hold her in his arms a little longer.

“How about this…tomorrow night, as long as we don’t get called away on a mission, I’ll take you on a date.”

“A date?” Ava doesn’t know if she’s ever been on a proper date before, sure she’s had her fair share of one night stands and hook ups but a date?

“Yeah, dinner. I’ll make us something.”

Ava didn’t realize she could smile so big.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Great.” Bucky kissed her on the forehead before beginning to escort Ava back to her room so she could rest.

The next evening Ava found herself in front of Bucky’s apartment door, nervously wringing her hands trying to decide if she should knock or not.

Ava hadn’t slept much the night before, images of being wrapped up in Bucky’s arms keeping her wide awake. He had felt so solid against her, warm and cold at the same time. He made her feel solid, present. It had been so comforting. And that kiss! It had been a bit awkward and clumsy, but the thought sent hot embers through her blood stream, she wanted to kiss him again and again until her thirst was sated, if that is even possible.

She had also spent an embarrassingly long time picking out an outfit for this “date”. Ava didn’t really have date clothes, she had her suit and she had loungewear. She had to reluctantly  go knocking on Yelena’s door for some advice. Yelena had sniffed out Ava’s plans almost immediately but thankfully didn’t make her confess who she was going on the date with.

After digging through Yelena’s closet they agreed on a simple black dress, it hit around mid-thigh and had a deep plunge at the back ending in a cute bow. Ava paired her own kitten black heels to go with, to Yelena’s annoyance.

“You should wear the big heels! It would be hot!” Yelena exclaimed as Ava turned side to side to look at herself in the mirror.

“You want me to fall on my face. You’re rooting for me to fail.” Ava turned around to look at Yelena who was lounging on her stomach on her bed, watching Ava.

“I just want you to get laid! That’s what friends do for each other!”

Ava snorted out a laugh.

“I appreciate the encouragement but I’m going to stick to my heels. Anyway, my tits usually get me what I want.” Ava sent over a sensual wink that had Yelena giggling.

Ava’s heart burst with love for the younger girl. She had never had this sort of comradery with another girl and now Ava couldn’t see her life without it.

The confidence that Ava had held earlier had completely disappeared now that she stood in front of his door. Yelena had curled her hair and helped her put on eyeliner and just a touch of lipstick, she looked hot but she felt like she was wearing a costume.

Ava took in a deep breath and slowly lifted her fist to the door, knocking twice. She waited a few moments, awkwardly hopping from foot to foot until the door opened.

Bucky stood in the doorway, his face freshly shaven, his hair pulled back from his face in a small bun, tendrils of hair cutely framing his face. He wore dark jeans and a clean white shirt that hugged his muscles attractively.

Ava could feel her face heating as they both just stared at each other.

“Hi.” Bucky finally spoke, quickly moving back to let her into his apartment. The lighting was soft and low, making it cozy. A record player on a shelf played smooth jazz in the background. There was even a lit candle that smelled like a forest on a cool day in fall.

Ava followed him in, taking a moment to admire his apartment. It was a similar layout to hers but with darker woods and metal accents. On top of the black leather couch sat a white ball of fur with slitted dark eyes curiously staring at her.

“Alpine.” Ava greeted the cat, gently brushing her fingers over the soft fur, receiving a happy purr in return. This cat was the definition of a spoiled princess; Ava was glad she was at least friendly.

She felt eyes on her and when she glanced back at Bucky her suspicions were confirmed. Bright blue orbs darkened by his widening pupils, racking up her body from tip to top.

“I feel…a bit underdressed.” He confessed as he drank her in.

“I…don’t…go on a lot of dates so I wasn’t entirely sure what to wear. It’s too much, isn’t it?”

Bucky quickly shook his head.

“You look lovely.” His smile was charming and soft; it made Ava want to wrap herself in his arms and kiss him deeply.

“Thank you.” Her smile was shy; she quickly turned her face trying to hide the rosiness in her cheeks. Ava hated feeling this way, it was like she was reverting back to her teenage self with a stupid crush on a boy.

Ava tensed up when she felt his hand brush against her back as he moved passed her.

“I still need to finish dinner; it’ll only be a minute.”

The moment his touch left her she craved it back immediately. Her feet subconsciously started following him.

A moan stuck in her throat as the heavenly smells wafted over her as she entered the kitchen. She carefully set herself on a tall chair at the counter and watched him work. He was concentrating on chopping some green herbs as a pan of chicken in a creamy sauce bubbled away.

A quietness settled between them as she watched him work. Soft music still humming in the background as they both relaxed into each other’s presence. Ava couldn’t keep her eyes off him, skirting over his strong jaw and down his neck, dipping over the tight cling of his white shirt and the way his muscles moved as he used his knife with practiced ease.

“Do you cook often?” Ava finally broke the silence, her chin propped up in her hand, her eyes not leaving the steady movement of the knife.

“Whenever I get the chance.” She could hear the smile in his voice, could feel his eyes move to her, absorbing her relaxed state. “It’s more for a routine than any true love of cooking.” He confessed, his knife finally stopping. He pushed the chopped herbs to the side of the cutting board before turning around, his back to her as he grabbed two plates from the cabinet.

“Anything I can do?” Ava didn’t like feeling useless, she slid off the stool and hovered by the counter.

Bucky was ladling the chicken and pasta onto the plates, his head tilted as he thought.

“Grab the bottle of wine from the fridge.” He paused a moment. “Please.”

“Oh a twist off, you really know how to spoil a girl.” Ava teased as she grabbed the bottle of chardonnay from the fridge door.

She heard Bucky let out a heavy sigh as he deposited the plates onto his small dining room table.

“It was all they had at the bodega.”

She unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and poured them both a glass, setting the rest on the table for easy access. She had a feeling she would need a little more to fully lube herself up, no pun intended.

Bucky took the glass offered to him and gently clinked the glass with Ava. She leaned up and gently kissed his cheek.

 “Thanks for all this…it’s…very sweet.” She was still close to him, her free hand tracing over his bicep. He turned his head, noses brushing.

“Of course.” He breathed out, the tension taut between them. A few moments pass, both of them waiting for the other to move.

“We should eat.” Bucky finally said, pulling away first. His cheeks were flushed as he moved to pull her chair out at the dining room table.

Ava cleared her throat as if that would help her mind come back from the gutter it had found itself in. She sat in the chair Bucky presented to her and watched as he moved to the other side of the table, sitting down with an exhale.

The involuntary noises that wanted to come out of Ava as she ate were hard to suppress. Ava had never had a chicken dish like this before, it was creamy, savory and the chicken was cooked to perfection.

They politely talked, ate the delicious meal and drank the wine bottle until Ava was pleasantly buzzing. Bucky was obviously unaffected; she wasn’t sure if that was a pro or con of the super solider serum.

Ava helped Bucky clean up the dishes, their polite chatter falling into companionable silence.

Ava was wiping her hands dry when the record player started playing a slow, soft song. It was smooth and pretty. She turned when she heard a soft hum from Bucky. He offered her a hand, his face shy. She had never danced before but she couldn’t tell him that, not in this precious moment.

Her fingers slipped into his and he guided her towards the living room, both of them swaying to the melodic tunes of the record player.

The dull ache of pain in the back of Ava’s spine subsided as Bucky’s Vibranium fingers brushed up her back, against the soft skin that her dress exposed. Ava involuntarily shivered as his touch, her skin immediately heating even though his touch was cold. Bucky’s flesh hand gently cradled her cheek, tilting her face up until they locked eyes. Intense gazes, raw emotion, complicated feelings but above else, wanting passed between them.

Bucky inhaled as their noses brushed together, as if to calm his nerves.

Ava, her patience finally coming to a head, surged forward and locked their lips.

This kiss was very different from the first, which had been hesitant and unsure, this kiss was bold and heated. Both of them leaning into each other, her arms circling his neck to keep him close, his metal hand splaying against her spine, anchoring her to him. His thumb brushed her cheek before moving to the back of her neck to better angle her face for him.

There was teeth, tongue and soft sounds of pleasure.

Ava couldn’t remember the last time she had been kissed like this, or really if she had ever been kissed like this. Bucky was cradling her in his arms, keeping her close and protected against his strong body while his tongue tasted and played with her. She was absolutely intoxicated by him, by this moment. She craved more.

They reluctantly parted from each other, breathing heavily. Ava’s plum colored lipstick was smeared all over Bucky’s mouth and chin which made her lips quirk into a smile. She brushed her thumb across his lips to remove the color. He didn’t speak, just watched her. Her bright eyes flicked up to his before she leaned forward, pressing her messy lips to the front of his white shirt. Across his heart was now a plum-colored lip stain. If she had more lipstick she would happily mark him all over.

Her fingers brushed down his chest, feeling the strength that laid underneath the thin fabric, her mouth watering.

She gently pushed her fingers against his sternum, making him take a step back, directing him until his knees hit the couch and he sat. Aqua eyes never leaving hers. She straddled his lap, her dress riding up enough to expose the soft smooth skin of her thighs. Her hands went to his hair, gently removing the hair tie and letting his dark hair fall around his face.

“Ava” He breathed out, biting his lip as her nails scratched against his scalp. His hands were settled on her hips, nails biting into her but otherwise he seemed restrained.

Ava leaned down and kissed his forehead before returning to his lips, gently luring him back to this moment.

“You can touch me.” She whispered against his mouth, her tongue peeking out to taste his lips. “You can fuck me.” That earned her a growl from deep in his throat.

“I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me.” Ava pushed her hips down, her soaked panties grinding against the roughness of his jeans, the sensation making her gasp.

It was like a switch was flipped inside Bucky’s brain, his hands feverously began to roam as his lips claimed hers again. His flesh hand grazed up her exposed thigh, fingers feather light until they snuck under the hem of her dress, finding a hold on her plush backside and helped her rock herself against his achingly hard member still hidden away in his jeans. His metal hand gently tugged at the sleeve of her dress, pulling the fabric down her arms.

Ava pulled herself away just long enough to tug her arms out of the sleeve holes, the top of her dress pooling around her active hips. Her own hands were busy trying to pull up his white t shirt. The effort hitting a roadblock when he wouldn’t take his hands off her. She huffed but that didn’t stop her exploring. Her hands misted over the soft hair littering  his pecs, feeling the strength of the muscles he has been schooling for years. He was soft and strong. His skin slick with sweat grew evening pinker as she gently grazed her nails against it.

Their lips parted, not pulling back far, as they tried to regain any semblance of their breath.

“b….bedroom?” Bucky breathed out, his nose sliding against her jaw, his composure was wavering, his body shaking with adrenaline and wanting.

“Yes…please” Ava nuzzled the side of his face, agonizing over having to part from him to get up.

A surprised squeal shot out of Ava as Bucky stood up, his arms securely keeping her pinned against him. She linked her ankles around his back and looped her arms around his neck, giving him a proper smack on his shoulders as he laughed at her noise.

Bucky effortlessly carried her towards his bedroom. She took the opportunity to get acquainted with his beautiful neck. Her lips brushed over the soft flesh, tongue peeking out to get a taste of the salty sweat he was shedding because of her. She nibbled and sucked until she was sure a bruise would blossom later.

“Are you giving me a hickey?” She could feel the vibration of his voice as he spoke, the teasing tone.

“I plan to give you many.” Ava quipped back, lifting her head up just in time for her to be tossed, not so gently onto a bed. She didn’t mind the manhandling as long as it got them both out of their clothes faster.

Ava quickly shimmed out of her dress, tossing it somewhere in the dark room. For a moment she was concerned that they would be fumbling around in the dark before a soft lamp light was turned on beside her.

The soft glow illuminated Bucky who had discarded his shirt, finally, and had his jeans already unbuttoned. Ava had never seen a man more beautiful.

“Fuck…” They said in almost unison as they took each other in. Ava was sprawled out on his dark covers, her body bare except for her simple black panties. She bit her lip, trying to be seductive, and slipped her fingers into the waistband, preparing to pull them off. Bucky’s hand shot out and grabbed hers.

“Allow me.” He got down onto his knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. Ava’s eyes widened as his fingers replaced hers under the waistband, gently tugging the fabric down her legs. It was slow and torturous. He pulled the black fabric off her legs, and she could have sworn he slid them into the back pocket of his jeans.

Ava didn’t have a long time to think on that because Bucky’s lips were on her. A soft kiss to her ankle, his fingers brushing over her knee and sliding up her thigh. A kiss to the inside of her knee. A kiss to her inner thigh. Teeth sinking gently into her soft skin. She was whining. Hot breath over her core and then…. then he was tasting her.

Her fingers instinctively gripped his hair, pulling on the long strands as his lips sucked around her clit. The groan that tore through his throat vibrated pleasantly against her sensitive bud. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let someone eat her out, usually it was a chore she’d rather skip but whatever Bucky was doing down there was working for her.

She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. His fingers were wrapped around her thighs, keeping her nice and spread wide for him. The noise from his sloppy wet kisses against her core were erotic and messy, Ava felt like she should be embarrassed but it was just turning her on more.

Dark eyes, diluted by his blown pupils were looking up at her, desire clear as they locked eyes. Tongue laid flat against her swiping up to send a shiver down her entire body. It was like all her nerve endings were centered between her legs and she couldn’t control her reactions.

He lifted his face away from her, his tongue swiftly being replaced by his fingers, tight circular motions on her clit sending fiery heat up her belly.

Their eyes didn’t leave each other as his body moved to hover over her, one elbow by her shoulder to keep him up right while his other hands stayed between her legs.

Ava felt embarrassed heat color her face at his intense gaze. She had never been looked at like this before, seen so fully. A surprised moan slipped from her plump lips as his finger dipped into her wetness, testing at first before pushing in fully to the knuckle. Her hands jerked up to his shoulders, nails digging into the pale flesh as his fingers continued to work her.

“I love watching you.” The confession slipped from Bucky’s lips as if he wasn’t in control of his brain anymore. “When you think no one else is watching. I like to see you peel away your defenses and exist without the anxiety of eyes to witness it.”

Ava’s eyes widened. That was the absolute last thing she thought would leave his mouth.

“I like watching you too!” Ava blurted out, it was like his confession pulled it out of her.

“I know…you aren’t as good as hiding as you think you are.” Bucky smirked at her and she finally averted her eyes, the embarrassment seeping back in.

“Wait no no…please look at me.” The desperation in his voice brought her eyes back.  “I didn’t say that to embarrass you…I just…I—”

The entire time they had been whispering confessions to each other Bucky’s hand had continued it’s ministrations between her legs, almost as if it were muscle memory to be touching her like this, pulling pleasure out of her.

Ava was overcome by the suddenness of her orgasm. She has been so distracted by Bucky’s words that she didn’t feel the tightness in her belly until it exploded. Her head threw back, lids shutting instinctively as she let the pleasure wash over her.

Her legs shook slightly with the aftershock as Bucky’s flesh hand pulled out of her and rested on her hip, his own breathing coming out unsteady. He leaned down and kissed her chin and neck, soft pecks as his own body shook, his own pent up desire overtaking him.

“That was…breathtaking.” Murmurs into her skins, nipping and licking at her salty, sweat slicked skin.

“James…” She breathed out, her hands finding his sweat soaked hair. “I need you.” Her confession was quiet, but she knew he heard her when the kisses froze on her skin.

“How do you need me?”

Her hand pushed at his shoulder to give herself some room to sit up. Bucky, understanding her intention quickly rid himself of his pants and underwear, almost comically fast. His desperation written all over his body language.

“Sit.”

No objections were heard from him as he sat, back leaned up against his headboard, hands instinctively going to her hip and arm to steady her as she crawled her way atop him.

She took the opportunity to fully take in his beauty. His long hair was wild from where her fingers had played through it, his lips stained by her plum lipstick, chest heaving and body twitching with the desire that coursed through his bloodstream. Between his legs her next goal stood proud and weeping, a throne she was very excited to sit on.

“Are you sure your ready—” Bucky was shushed with a kiss on the lips. Soft at first was quickly turned heated as Ava swiped her tongue over his lips, he obediently opened for her and let her tongue explore his mouth, making him moan against her.

Her hand dipped in between their bodies and delicately gripped him; she relished in the soft gasp that escaped his lips. Her lips kissed at his pale neck and her hand began to work him torturously slowly. His ocean eyes were glittering with wetness, flicking down to between their bodies, as a whimper strained his throat. He was putty in her delicate hand.

Soft lips pressed against the meeting point of flesh and metal on his shoulder, delicate and gentle. Her eyes meet his as she realized he was watching her. She straightened up, one hand still sliding over his straining cock while the other went to grab the wrist of his metal arm which had been caressing her spine absentmindedly.

The iron taste was just how she had imagined as she took two digits into her mouth, her tongue licked and sucking. His flesh hand tightened on her hip, nails pleasurably digging into her skin as his hip bucked into her hand.

“Please…please Ava.”

As much as she was enjoying the slow torture her own core was bubbling with anticipation. She needed more and he was more than willing to give her anything she wanted.

The moment she sunk down on him it was like a puzzle piece finding its perfect spot. They both slowly melded together, bodies working together for the shared pleasure. His hand moved away from her mouth and tangled around the nape of her neck, keeping her steady as he rolled his hips up into her. Her own hands dug into his strong shoulders, blissfully letting her body’s instinct takeover.

Ava had never felt this connected with someone before. She had come into this date with preconceived ideas of what their relationship was and would be. However, the more she got to know this man, who has just as much or even more of a checkered past than her own, she can’t help but think that this is more than just a silly date and fuck. This could actually be something. Undefinable at this moment as her brain was fried over with pleasure. Probably best that this epiphany happened in the throes of bliss so she couldn’t overthink it.

They locked eyes, both dark and overrun with desire. The pace between their bodies was slow but intentional. Ava could already feel the pressure building up in her belly again as she sunk down on his cock.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer, pressing their lips together as best she could while moaning into his breath.

“Ava…” Her name slipped from his lips like a whispered prayer, pleading for forgiveness for all his sins.

“James” She exhaled his name, more pleasure rushed through her as the cool touch of his thumb found her sensitive clit between their bodies.

The climax wasn’t rushed or rough. It ended with shaky breaths and pleading of names.

They curled into each other as they regained their sensibilities, the coolness of the sheets calming against their heated skin.

When Ava regained herself her lids fluttered open and she was immediately met with gorgeous blue eyes, wet with emotion. He brushed a thumb over her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her brow. Her hand encased his over her cheek, she gently brought it to her lips and kissed the fingers gently.

“Thank you…” Her words were so quiet she wasn’t sure he heard her at first.

“For what?” His question came a moment later, hand moving from her lips to her neck, caressing her.

Yelena was clingy; not that Bob minded, not in the slightest bit.

The moment she got back from the grueling, multi-week mission her and the entire team had been sent on, she glued herself to his side.

Bob remembers the waft of her citrus soap as she joined him on the couch, basically ripping his blanket from him so she could crawl underneath and snuggle against his side, like a cat next to a warm fire. She didn’t seem to care if anyone saw them like this, pressed together, like a couple that had been separate for far too long. One of her hands even slipped under his sweater, fingers tickling teasingly against his stomach. He had almost jumped out of his skin at the sensation. It had been weeks since they last touched skin to skin and he could feel his blood pumping down to the deep depths of him, making his head woozy with the suddenness of it.

Bob was confused on the exact status of their relationship. He, of course, would love to be able to shout from the rooftops that Yelena Belova, the badass white widow was his girlfriend…or partner, however she would want to label it.

But she hasn’t labeled it. They haven’t even had a proper conversation about what they are, and Bob has been content with it. The only stipulation that she had ever had was that it be private, they keep whatever it is between them to themselves. Another thing Bob had agreed to without second thought, because if he had a chance to be near her, to absorb some of her warmth and joy, he was going to take it. That might be selfish of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Now, a few days after her return they found themselves lounging on the plush carpet of Bob’s room; soft music droning on a retro stereo that Yelena had picked up for him at a consignment shop a few blocks over. He had mentioned that he used to collect CDs as a teenager, before he sold them all for whatever fix he was craving at the time. She had rushed out the next morning and came back with the bright red boxy stereo and a handful of CDs that she thought he would like. He appreciated the rock and roll and the pop-punk that colored his youth but was surprised by the Brittney spears and Madonna that was near the bottom of the bag.

“Those are mine and you can’t make fun of me for it!” Yelena had grabbed the CDs and pointed a finger at him, a blush coloring her cheeks. He just chuckled and quickly pecked her cheek with a light kiss.

“I’d never make fun of you.”

She had melted immediately.

Now the stereo was playing the Shrek soundtrack, both of them humming along to

“Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett.

“Such a good soundtrack!” She exclaimed, shaking her bleach blonde locks around.

“Stay still!” Bob whined for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour.

“You know I’m bad at that!” She whined back, bottom lip pouting out as her attention turned to him.

Bob was laid out on his stomach, baggy jeans sagging around his slim waist, Calvin Klien boxers peeking out over the waistband. Irritated lines of fresh scratch marks littering the long expanse of his naked back. His arms were wrapped around a thick sketch book, a pencil in hand, tongue sticking out in concentration.

“Stop puffing out your cheeks, they are round enough.” He grunted as a shoe hit his shoulder with a huff from the blonde sprawled out in front of him.

“You are so rude!” Yelena was furrowing her brows, trying to look angry but the giggles trapped in her throat were telling a different story.

“You know, if you wanted a sexy picture of me there are easier ways.” Yelena flipped over onto her stomach, matching his pose. One hand propping up her chin, hair messily framing her face. She was wearing a pastel blue baby tee that read “Brittney Spears” in cute sparkly font and plain white boy shorts.

“This isn’t about sexy pictures this is about getting better at drawing.” Bob said, only half lying. There was something about having a hand drawn naughty picture of Yelena tucked away in his room that made his heart race. Not that this was particularly naughty, he hadn’t had the guts to ask her to lay naked for him, plus he wasn’t sure if his skill was there yet.

“You and your thousands of hobbies.”

“Got to have something to do when you all are gone.” He mumbled, squinted his eyes at the paper and then up at her. So far, he had practiced pottery, book binding, drawing, poetry and had read hundreds of books; his bookshelves overflowing with everything he had consumed the last few months. That doesn’t even include everything the team had taught him about being a superhero. He knew self-defense, hand to hand combat, how to shoot, reload and clean a pistol. He was absorbing so much knowledge in such a short time, high school him wouldn’t even recognize the man he is today.

The only thing he hadn’t mastered were his superpowers, but he tried not to dwell on that too much, he’d rather never use his powers again if it meant keeping Yelena safe.

Bob’s dark blue eyes raised from the sketch paper, his attention turning back to his subject as she began to sing softly along to the music.

“…Just remember till you’re home again….You belong to me.”

The soft acoustic guitar of Jason Wade’s “You Belong To Me” filled the quiet space, Yelena’s soft beautiful voice harmonizing with the stereo. She had moved again, never one to stay still long. Lain on her back, an arm tucked under her head, face turned towards him. Her eyes sparkled in the low lamp light, staring straight into his soul as her lips moved around the words of the song.

“And I’ll be so alone without you…Maybe you’ll be lonesome too.”

The sketchbook and pencil were gently put aside, Bob’s ocean gaze never leaving her form. He pushed himself up onto his knees, slowly crawling over to her. Her eyes followed his movements, her lips still forming the soft words to the song.

He placed one hand beside her head, his torso hovering over her.

“You belong to me” He sang with her. He could feel a flush crawling up his chest to his cheeks. He felt like his heart had been wrenched open for her, gaping and bleeding and she was finally seeing it, seeing him.

His body leaned down over her, until their lips pressed together in a gentle kiss. No hunger or need, just acknowledgement and tenderness.

He felt the soft press of her hand against his chest, right over his heart. He knew she could feel the pounding of it against her palm.

The tension was pulled taut between them as Bob pulled away from her kiss. He still hovered close, nose brushing nose, breath mingling with breath.

“Bob…I—” She started but the atmosphere was broken as “All Star” by Smash Mouth started blaring through the stereo.

They both started laughing, foreheads pressed together as the tension drained from their bodies and returned to the relaxed state they always enjoyed together.

Maybe today wasn’t the day that they confessed and that was okay.

Bob flopped down beside her, eyes turning to the ceiling as the moment passed.

Deep breath, eyes closed. He let himself relax into the plush rug, humming along softly to the song. He felt Yelena’s body shift beside him but didn’t move from his spot. He needed to get his heart under control before he looked her in the eyes again.

“Wow! This is really good, Bob.”

He peeked open one eye, taking her in. She was sat up on her knees now, his sketchbook in hand. Her fingers drifted over the pencil lines of her own portrait.

“It’s not even done yet…” He grumbled, throwing an arm over his face to hide from her praise.

“Well, the progress so far is good! Can’t wait for you to give me a face….” She placed the sketchbook on his bare chest, leaning over him to kiss the forearm that covered his features. “You did make my boobs look fantastic.”

“You got great tits, isn’t that hard.” Bob was grinning like an idiot under her arm as he heard Yelena laugh.

“Damn right I do.”

The sketchbook was suddenly removed from his chest, and the weight was quickly replaced by Yelena as she straddled his waist. His arm was forcibly removed from his face and both of his wrists were pinned above his head. Yelena was leaning over him, teeth biting into her plush bottom lip. In this position her aforementioned great tits were in Bob’s face, and he had to hold himself back from lifting his head to smush his face against them.

“Well, you trapped me. What you going to do with me now?”

They both knew that Bob could very easily escape her grasp, he was a foot taller than her and had unfathomable strength coursing through his veins, but Bob liked to be at her mercy.

“Hmmmm….What to do with my little god?”

“Little?”

Yelena kept one hand wrapped around his wrist while the other came up to grip his chin, tilting his face up to her.

“So smug for someone that’s trapped.”

Bob could feel the confidence zip through his blood, the way she made him feel, the way she looked at him.

“Only trapped because I want to be.”

He jolted his body upwards, causing her to become unseated for a half second before she caught herself.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” She huffed out. “I guess I’ll have to punish you. Put you to work.”

Bob’s vocal cords hummed as her weight rose off of him. He stretched out his fingers until they gripped the underside of his bed frame, wrapping around the bar underneath.

“I don’t have any rope to tie you up with, so you’ll just have to be a good captive and keep your hands where they are.”

“We can put it on the list.”

That retort earned him a playful slap to his chest which made him chuckle. His laughter died on his lips as he watched her stand to her full height above him, her fingers dipping into the waistband of her boy shorts. He could already see the wet spot where her beautiful cunt was hidden away.

A curse fell from his lips as he watched her fingers touch herself under the fabric. Yelena’s breathing quickly became ragged, her eyes half lidded as her finger circled her own clit. Her eyes racking over his stretched out body. His muscles taut, biceps flexed, a light trail of hair ran from his naval down beneath his baggy jeans which were looking a little extra snug.

“You look so delicious, spread out like that for me.” Yelena’s voice was rough with need, a tantalizing moan slipping from her lips as her fingers kept up the pressure on herself.

The bed frame creaked as Bob’s grip tightened, his composure quickly leaving him. He was moments away from grabbing her and pushing her down into the plush carpet to fuck her senseless.

“Is this my punishment?” His vocal cords felt like gravel as he continued to watch her, eyes trained on the soaked spot of her panties.

“Partially.” She admitted, her hand finally pulling out of her waistband to begin tugging them off her body. Yelena was now naked from the waist down. She tip toed over to his body, positioning herself above his head.

Bob’s eyes widened, pupils blown out wide with lust. His hips unconsciously bucked upwards, pulling a groan out of him at the friction against his jeans.

“Now, I’m going to sit on your face and you are going to make me cum.”

Automatically Bob released his grip on the bed frame, hands going to her thighs as she began to kneel around his face. She stopped mid squat.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

“Fuck Yelena” Bob let out a whine as his hands went back to the bed frame.

Her fingers wrapped up in his long brown curls, positioning his face perfectly as she closed the distance.

“Let me know if you need to breathe.”

“I don’t.”

Bob’s tongue was already hanging out of his mouth, waiting for that sweet taste of her nectar. She was already dripping and ready for him.

They both moaned in unison at the first touch of Bob’s tongue to her clit. Yelena’s grip tightened in his hair, her hips already beginning to rock as Bob’s mouth and tongue explored her.

His hot, wet tongue licked over her folds and poked at her entrance before moving up to her clit, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud.

Bob had been waiting so long for her to let him taste her like this. Every encounter up until now was rushed or they were focused on other things. But now, now Bob could take his time, taste and drink up every last bit of essence that she let him have.

“Fuck Bob, you’re eating like a man starved.” Yelena choked out, fingers tugging at his hair to angle him back towards her clit, he had gotten a little distracted seeing how deep he could get his tongue. Her free hand was gripping the edge of his bed, knuckles white against the duvet.

Bob, of course couldn’t reply. He did feel like a starving man finally getting to eat the most delicious fruit the world had to offer. He continued devouring her sweet cunt. His own hips were rocking upwards, creating much needed fiction against his hard cock. He had eaten out many a girl but never this desperately, never without the luxury of touch. The only sensation she was giving him was the heat of her thighs around his head and the painfully pleasurable tug of her fingers in his hair. The coolness of the metal of his bed frame was keeping him grounded, keeping him focused.

Yelena was a mess above him, hips sloppily rocking against his tongue, head lolling backwards and forwards as she moaned out his name. Mouth hanging open, plush lips raw and red from where her teeth had gnawed against them. Her free hand couldn’t seem to find a permanent place to land, wrapped up in his duvet, slipped under her shirt to tweak her nipple, reaching back to claw her nails against his stomach.

They were both overwhelmed by each other.

“B-Bob! I—I’m close” Yelena whined out, her body leaning forward against the edge of her bed to keep herself upright.

Bob was trying to keep his attention on her clit but she kept rocking her hips. Finally fed up with his frustration he ripped his hands away from the bed frame, he heard a loud creak from the metal, but he was a too preoccupied to care. His arms wrapped around her legs which surprised her if her yelp was anything to go by.

Her back met the plush rug roughly as he hooked his arms around her legs, spreading her wide for him. His face still buried in her pussy like it was his oxygen. His tongue was rough on her clit, flicking and sucking as she writhed underneath him. Without much forethought one hand unhooked from her leg and found her dripping spit covered entrance, two fingers easily sliding into her, quickly setting a brutal pace.

Yelena’s head hit hard against the carpet as her back arched and her legs began to shake. A rush of expletives rushed through her lips as her climax overtook her, the heel of her foot pushing into the back of his shoulders while her thighs tried to close around Bob’s head.

He was successful in not letting Yelena crush his head like a watermelon by keeping a firm hand on one of her thighs. He licked and pumped until she was physically pushing his face away with over stimulation.

Bob was shaking, a shudder running through him, he bit into her inner thigh as he felt his own completion race through him. He hadn’t even realized he had been basically humping the floor while he ate her out.

A hot and embarrassed blush ran up Bob’s chest and over his face. He kept his face buried against her thigh as they caught their breathes.

“Fuck…I’ve never had it that good before.” Yelena reached down to brush the sweat matted hair from his face but he didn’t look at her yet.

“Do you want me too…?”

He shook his head, still not turning to look at her.

“Nope…no need.” He squeaked out.

“Oh…” Now Yelena was blushing.

“That’s…. hot.”

Bob laughed against her thigh, finally lifting his head.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Me? A Liar? That is a very rude thing to say Bob.”

Yelena was trying to joke but finally getting a good look at Bob she could feel her blood starting to heat again. His hair was wild from where her fingers had been tugging at it, cheeks rosy and face soaked with her. He looked like a sated man.

They were both quiet for a moment, before Bob leaned up to her stomach to gently kiss her skin before flopping down on the carpet next to her.

“You know, that was a dream come true.”

That earned a confused hum from Yelena.

“I got to eat you out while the Shrek soundtrack played in the background.”

Yelena burst out laughing, her hands rushing up to cover her mouth.

“Oh man, now every time I watch Shrek I’ll probably get hard…How do you explain that to people?”

Yelena was rolling now, a hand clenched at her stomach.

Yelena had been gone for more than two weeks now, and Bob was feeling loneliness that he hasn’t felt in a long time.

The whole team was sent on some mission that they didn’t have time to fill him in on, so the Watchtower was the quietest he has ever experienced it.

Bob spent days wandering the tower, poking his head into rooms he had never seen before. Mostly sparsely furnished guest bedrooms or rooms that were obviously meant to be offices that none of them wanted to use. He spent days trying to cook new things, only setting the fire alarm off twice. He watched movies, mostly scary movies that he knew the rest of the team wouldn’t be interested in watching. He only had to keep the lights on one night.

Today though, day 18, Bob couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed. The sun was firmly blocked out by his black out curtains, the soft comforter was wrapped loosely around his legs, his arms encircling his spare pillow that still had the faintest smell of citrus, Yelena’s shampoo. He buried his nose into the silk fabric, inhaling like it was his life force.

He had been in and out of sleep for the last 12 hours, shifting from back to side to stomach and back again. The depression and loneliness pressing him into the mattress like an invisible anvil on his chest. He had no desire to cry, it wasn’t sadness in the traditional sense, it was like a numb sensation that he was letting take over his body. This was the feeling that the drugs helped keep away, this was where the addiction started.

His body no longer craved the high of substances anymore, instead they crave the feel of soft scarred skin, plush lips and warmth that wrapped around him fully.

Bob knew that this was a bad sign, he shouldn’t be fully reliant on another person, which he wasn’t. He could have happy moments without her, he could take care of himself, he could be fine; but this had been the longest they had been apart since they met; and Bob hadn’t mentally prepared himself for it.

Suddenly his dark room blossomed in blue light, his phone coming to life on his nightstand as he received a message.

He shifted from his side onto his stomach to stretch out and reach his phone, just barely grasping it in his fingers. He pulled the screen close to his face, squinted at the harsh light that he had shut out for so long.

1 New Message

He opened the message, his heart beating in his throat as he saw that it was from Yelena.

Her messages had been sporadic, only coming in when she had signal or when they were crashed at a safe house.

Yelena: “Thinking about you, hope you’re taking care of yourself <3”

A smile spread across his face as he quickly typed out a reply.

Bob: “Thinking about you too, please come home soon.”

Bob sat up in his bed. Yelena wanted him to take care of himself; she would hate to see him in his current state. Hadn’t showered in a few days, his blue sweater had multiple stains on it that he couldn’t explain, his hair looked like he went swimming in grease.

He dragged himself out of bed, pulling his clothes off as he made his way to his shower.

The hot water felt good against his aching body, the heat relieving the stiffness of his muscles. He had been in one spot for so long that his body didn’t seem to know how to respond to these sudden movements.

Bob stood under the spray for a long time after carefully washing himself off. His eyes kept drifting to the citrus blossom bodywash that was crammed with all of his products on the shelf. Yelena will occasionally take a shower in his bathroom when she’s running late in the morning or was simply too lazy to go down a floor to her own bedroom. Bob reached out before he could think about it too much, his fingers wrapped around the bottle and he popped the lid, bringing the refreshing scent of Yelena to his nose. He breathed it in, eyes closing as his nerves settled around her smell. It was like she was standing right next to him, lathering herself up with her bright orange loofah, giggling and swatting him away when his hands roamed.

His body was reacting to the memory; his face heated in embarrassment as he felt himself slowly grow hard. How could a simple smell turn him on so much?

The bottle was quickly shoved back onto the shelf as embarrassment coursed through him, he shut off the water and escaped the steam enclosure as quickly as he could.

A towel was hastily wrapped around himself, avoiding the mirrors as he made his way back out to his room. He felt a little pathetic.

He saw a new message waiting for him on his phone.

Yelena: “I’m missing all of you right now”

Bob froze as he read the words. “all of you” had kind of become their secret phase when they were asking for something very specific, like sex.

A rosy blush blossomed across his chest and up into his cheeks. Was she asking for…something right now? Or was she just telling him that she was thinking of him in that way? Or both…or more?!

Bob didn’t really have anything to send her, he was terrible at sexting and he wasn’t one to take thirst pictures or videos.

His blue eyes looked down at himself, his body only wrapped up in a simple black towel. Yelena might enjoy a picture…with him like this.

Bob hurried back to the bathroom before he could lose his nerve.

Bob wiped some of the steam off the mirror and situated himself in front of it. He wasn’t really sure how to pose, he wasn’t quite used to having this toned, muscular body.

He shimmed the towel down a half inch to better reveal his V line that Yelena seemed to like so much as well as a thin line of happy trail. He angled the camera so that it was mostly his chest and waist in the picture, the towel peaking in at the bottom and the only part of his face she could see was the slight smirk of his lips. It was a hot picture but it wasn’t completely obvious it was him so if someone happened to see it they wouldn’t immediately assume it was Bob.

After approving his photo taking ability, he didn’t think about it any longer and he sent the picture with no comment.

Less than thirty seconds later he got a new message.

Yelena: “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BOB!”

Bob immediately started typing out an apology for reading the tone wrong but before he could send another message came through, a picture.

The lighting was low, Yelena’s plush lips were biting down on her shirt that was pushed up revealing her black sports bra, her arms pressed to either side to try and push her chest into focus. He could just barely see her eyes, the beautiful hazel orbs longingly looking into the camera. One hand was holding up the camera while the other was disappearing below the frame.

The comment attached made his blood run hot.

Yelena: “Thanks for giving me something to entertain myself with tonight ;)”

Bob took in a shaky breath as he left the bathroom, his eyes never leaving the screen as he shuffled his way over to his bed. He collapsed backwards onto the mattress and without giving it any additional thought pressed “facetime” on Yelena’s contact.

It rang for only a few seconds before the call was picked up.

All Bob could see was darkness and hear some shuffling. He stretched out his arms to grab his airpods from his nightstand and quickly put them on.

“Yelena?” He whispered, angling the phone above himself so she could see his face.

Suddenly she came into view, her shirt was fully gone now, leaving her in only her sports bra. She was untangling a set of white wired earbuds. Once she got them in her ears she turned to her side, leaning her phone on what he assumed to be a wall the angle letting him see her face and chest. The only light in the room was coming from her phone, leaving her slightly pixelized.

“Hi” She whispered quietly, bring the wire with the mic closer to her lips.

“Hi” He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips as he took her in.

“I liked your picture.” Even in the dark he could see the heat spreading across her cheeks, her teeth pulling lightly on her bottom lip.

“I also liked your picture.” He said, his eyes fixating on the lips that he missed so much.

“Are you alone?” He asked, his voice quiet even though he knew he was completely alone.

“Yeah, safe house had separate rooms, cramped but thankful for the privacy. I was getting tired of hearing John snore.”

As this new information was presented to him, he pulled the camera further back, revealing that he was still mostly naked from his shower. His free hand lazily dragged over his chest, he reveled in how her eyes followed the movement.

“I’ve missed you, so much.” His voice dropped an octave, turning husky as he watched her eyes grow darker. He could see her shift, one hand disappearing out of frame.

“What have you missed about me?”

“All of you.” His hand swept back his hair before settling on his waist, fingers dragging against his towel.

Yelena nodded her head as if to tell him to continue, her eyes closing to concentrate on his voice.

“I miss the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. I miss your citrus smell. I miss how soft your skin feels under my fingers. I miss how you look at me when you want me, like really want me.” He said this all slowly, his voice deep and husky as he watched her face. He could see slight movement from her arm as he spoke.

“Your pupils blown out as you beg me to fuck you into the mattress.” A gasp from Yelena pulled a satisfied smirk to his lips.

“Are you touching yourself to my voice?”

“Mmmhmmm” She hummed out, her eyes cracking open.

“Fuck, Yelena” Bob couldn’t help himself now, knowing that. He pulled open his towel and gripped himself, he hadn’t realized how hard he was, to distracted by Yelena. The camera was angled high enough so Yelena couldn’t see below his waist, but it was very obvious what he was doing.

“Say my name again” She breathed out, her hand that had been propping up her head moved to her chest, pinching her nipples through her bra.

“Yelena” He moaned out, his hand holding up his phone starting to shake slightly. “Please, let me see them.”

She let out a soft giggle.

“Oh these?” She fondled her chest, teasing herself. Her hand slipped under the elastic, pitching against her bare nipple.

“Please, Yelena” He was begging now, his hand desperately starting to pump himself.

“Your always so good Bob, I’ll let you see.” She moved her hand away pulling her sports bra underneath her breast to expose them to the camera. Her fingers immediately returning to twist and pinch them.

His tongue shot out to wet his lips, gulping as he watched her touch herself.

“I’m good for you?” He whispered out, sounding pathetic and desperate.

“So good, Bob.” Yelena was getting breathless. She hummed again, biting back a moan. “I’m close, Bob.”

“When you get back, I’m going to bury my face between your legs until the only word you know is my name.”

Yelena moaned out a curse, burying her face into her pillow to try and keep quiet.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you too, until you can’t walk and I can keep you in my bed for days just feasting on you over and over again.”

Yelena’s eyes rolled back and she clamped a hand over her mouth as she came against her own fingers.

Watching the pleasure wash over Yelena and her trying to stifle it so she didn’t wake the others was a surprising catalyst for his own orgasm.

He wasn’t quiet though.

“Fuck Yelena” His hips bucked up into his own hand as he watched her ride out her pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, fuck, I could watch you like this forever.” He was a mess of moans as he continued to blabber. “So perfect.”

His own release splattered against his stomach and chest, his head thrown back and his hand holding the phone dropped to his side.

“Bob?” He heard Yelena’s voice after a few seconds.

“Hmmm?” Was all he could manage.

“Thanks, for that.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

“I miss you.”

They haven’t slept together again. Well, they have but not in the way one might think.

Bob had assumed that Yelena got what she wanted and they would return back to their normal non-physical best friends relationship. Which Bob did not want to do necessarily but he would follow along with whatever Yelena wanted.

Bob was happily surprised when a few nights after their encounter Yelena snuck into his room, pulling back the covers of his bed to slip underneath them. She didn’t kiss him or touch him intimately. She just pulled his arm around her and nuzzled her nose into his chest, taking a deep inhale of his smell. He hugged her close, letting his cheek press against the top of her head.

This became routine, not every night but most nights Yelena would crawl into the bed with him. She didn’t tell him why she was there and he didn’t ask. They both bathed in the comfort of each other’s warmth.

Some nights Bob could feel his fingers twitch, wanting to roam across her body, feel the plumpness of her curves, illicit those sweet sounds from her again. He was scared to initiate however, not wanting to scare her off, to stop thinking of him as a safe place to go. So for weeks they slept in each other’s arms with no other expectations.

Tonight, Bob found himself restless, unable to close his eyes. He sat in the communal living room, the only light coming from the oversized TV playing Gilmore Girls. Ava had been watching it when he first walked in and he just never changed the channel after she left. His body was wrapped in an extra soft gray blanket, keeping him warm against the cold rain outside.

The Watchtower wasn’t usually this quiet in the late hours of the night, the team of superheroes all having their own battles with insomnia or nightmares. Tonight, however it was silent, the only noises were the raging storm outside and the quiet voices of Lorelai and Rory Gilmore bickering on the screen.

Bob didn’t hear her, she moved like a shadow, how she was trained to move.

“You weren’t in your bed.”

Bob immediately sat up straight, blanket falling off his shoulders as he peered into the darkness. The light from the TV just barely illuminated her outline.

“Yelena?”

She carefully stepped into the light, her mouth downturned slightly. Her blonde hair was mused as if she had been rolling around in bed for far too long. She wore long yellow PJ pants with snoopy on them the length of them covering her socked feet. Her black tank top stuck to her like a second skin and Bob had to force his eyes to her face so she didn’t see him as a pervert.

“You weren’t in your bed.” She said again, an arm wrapped around herself.

“S-sorry-“He extended a hand out towards her as he placed his feet on the floor, knees wide to allow her to step into his space. “I couldn’t sleep, kind of just needed to be out of my head for a little bit.” He said, gesturing to the TV as if that explained everything.

Yelena gingerly took his hand, shuffling her feet towards him until she stood in between his knees.

“Maybe I’m getting too reliant on you, it’s easier to sleep when I have my own personal sun to stay warm in this cold ass tower.” Her fingers brushed his hair away from his face before her nails scratched against his scalp. Bob hummed, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll never complain.” Bob whispered his eyes gazing up at her. For once she was taller than him. It felt right, him being able to gaze up at her, a halo of light around her head as she massaged his scalp with her short nails. The pressure was intoxicating; he had to stop himself from outright moaning.

Something about this moment felt so intimate. Them alone in the quiet of the tower, darkness shrouding them except for the light behind Yelena, highlighting her curvy outline and crazed hair.

Bob hesitantly lifted his hands, settling them on her hips. Bob wanted to be close to Yelena, to give her everything she wanted but this one time he needed to allow himself to be selfish, to ask for something he wanted.

His tongue ran across his lips nervously as his thumb brushed the hem of her tank top. His breathing going heavy at the mere thought of her being close to him again, in a way that wasn’t just for sleeping.

“Can I—” He gulped, his nerves getting the best of him.

“Can you what, Bob?” Yelena tilted her head in that cute way she did, her brow raising in question, almost in a daring way.

“Can I see all of you?” It was said so quietly that he wasn’t sure she heard him at first but then he saw the quirk of her lip, turning up into a smile.

“Only if I get to kiss you again.” Yelena replied which made Bob exhale a chuckle, nodding his head. He pulled her closer, stretching his neck up to give her access to him and she took it without further complaint.

Bob could get addicted to the way Yelena kissed him, her lips were soft and plush. They moved against his with purpose and passion. They kissed and kissed until Bob’s neck started to cramp from stretching up to her and he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. He reluctantly pulled away, slumping back on the couch to catch his breath. The movement caused Yelena to fall forward onto him, her fingers still having been tangled in his hair.

They both breathlessly laughed as Yelena awkwardly tried to right herself. Bob returned his grip to her hips to help pull her upright which in turn had her straddling his laps. Their laughs halted as their close proximity came into focus, their hot breath intermingling as they gazed at one another.

Yelena was the first to move, her hands moved to the hem of her shirt and she effortlessly pulled it up over her head, discarding it beside them. Bob sharply inhaled as he took in her bare chest, his pulse rising. He had seen them before of course but he would never get tired of her beautiful tits, he ultimately was a simple man. His large hand brushed up her torso, making her shiver. His entire hand engulfed her breast, rolling the soft mound in his fingers before gently pinching her hardening nipple. She hissed out her pleasure, her hips involuntarily jerking forward desperately seeking friction.

Bob’s other hand splayed against her back, bringing her body closer to his until their hips met. A groan escaped his lips as her clothed core brushed against his hardening member. He felt like a teenager again, dry humping on the couch while a storm rages outside, every Florida teenager’s summer activity. The only difference this time is that he wasn’t high out of his mind so he could actually focus and enjoy the moment.

Their lips collided again, this time with more heat and hunger. Yelena’s tongue invaded his mouth with urgency, her hands clawing at his sweatshirt, shoving it up his chest enough for her to get a handful of his pecs. Her hands moved frantically across his skin as if it were her mission to feel every last part of him.

Bob pulled away, his objective to pull off his shirt but Yelena was ahead of him, her hands gripping the fabric like it offended her. She tugged it over his head, the only thing Bob could do was lamely lift his arms for her. She discarded the material and immediately pressed bare skin to bare skin. They were both slick with sweat, fever hot and coiled tight with need.

Yelena’s lip went to his neck, kissing and sucking his skin. Her nails dug into his biceps, deliciously wrapping around the taut muscle. Her hips rutted against him and Bob was going dizzy with overstimulation.

“Y-Yelena” He croaked out his hands hovering around her waist. “Slo-” A moan escaped him. “Slow down.” He pleaded, head flopping back against the couch.

Yelena froze, head raising slowly until she could see his face. “Sorry.” She looked a little dejected as she started to pull away. Bob quickly moved, hands splaying up her back to keep her close.

“No, no it’s nothing bad.” He assured, taking a moment to catch his breath. “I just want to savor you a little longer.” A blush heated his cheeks, one of his hands gingerly traced up her spine before settling on the back of her neck. Even in the darkness of the room Bob could see her rosy cheeks, her eyes watching him with vulnerability.

“I…” she started her fingers returning to his skin, gently cupping his bicep as if to fidget. “I haven’t done this a lot, not on my own accord anyway.” She confessed, teeth biting her lower lip. “I guess I was enjoying myself so much I got a little carried away. That seems to happen a lot when I’m around you.”

Bob leaned up and kissed her cheek, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Every time I look at you, I get dizzy with the need for you.” He confessed in a whisper. “I just want to make you feel good, can I do that ‘Lena?” Bob could feel another rush of heat wash over her cheeks before she nodded her head.

“Please, Bob.”

Their lips met again, this time at a slower pace but no less deep and hungry. Bob kept one hand at the back of her neck, steering her head back to accommodate his tongue licking into her mouth. His other hand lazily glided down her stomach and into her PJ pants, he moaned into her lips as he felt the wetness that awaited him.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers began to circle her bud. The slight pleasurable pain as her nails bit into his skin, anchoring herself to him. Bob pulled his lips away just for a moment, savoring her expression. The parted lips, drool sliding out the side as she moaned for him. He could watch her all night, her body a show of pleasure that she performed for him because of his hands, his lips, his touch.

Her hand jumped up into his hair, fingers wrapping tightly to the strands as two digits entered her, deliciously pumping in and out.

“That feels so good, Bob” She breathed out, her hips starting to rock down against his fingers.

He leaned over her, leaving kisses along her collar bone. “I’m glad.” He smiled against her skin as his mouth traveled further down until he took her nipple into his mouth. He roughly sucked and tongued the hard pebble as he fingers quickened inside her, the sound sloppy and erotic.

The sudden clench of her around his fingers, the shake of her legs caught him by surprise. He didn’t think she could unravel so quickly. She was moaning out his name, pulling his hair to force his head back so she could crash their lips together once more. Bob didn’t stop until he felt her fingers wrap around his wrist, halting him. He slowly pulled his hand out of her pants, she shivered, twitching slightly at the aftershocks of her high before she leaned her cheek against his shoulder, trying to regain her breath.

Bob softly kissed her forehead, hugging their sweat slicked bodies close together. He was impossibly hard between them but he tried not to think about it, he could spend the rest of his life giving Yelena pleasure and he would never get tired of it. His coated fingers, almost on instinct went into his mouth, sucking her sweet nectar onto his waiting tongue. He hummed as if he was eating something truly delicious.

Yelena’s eyes watched him, tongue running against her lips.

“Do you really enjoy that?”

“Hm?” It was his turn to tilt his head at her, as if that was the most absurd question she could ask. He popped his fingers out of his mouth before speaking. “Yelena, the day I get you to ride my face is the day that Robert Reynolds can die a man without regrets.”

Yelena snorted at his serious tone, pursing her lips. “Maybe…next time I can be convinced.” She mumbled, blushing.

“I do like the thought of a next time.” Bob replied quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Let’s not get too sentimental for next time-” Yelena’s hand wormed down between their bodies, a smirk pulling at her lips as she was met with her prize. “When I’m not quite done with this one.”

The friction of her hand gripping his hard cock through his PJ pants was absolutely maddening. She slowly stroked him, her head rising to watch his face. Bob was frozen, his whole body overtaken by the sudden sensation of pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed as his hips rocked up into her touch.

“Yelena” He was softly, desperately moaning. “Can you…can I” He was incoherent as his hands gripped the back of her ass to bring her flush against him once more, her heated core hot against his clothed member. “I want you to ride me.” It came out strangled as he pleaded for what he wanted.

Yelena bit her lip, eyes raking over him as she took in his desperation. “I like when you ask for what you want.” She grabbed his chin with her free hand, lips colliding as her other hand freed his cock from his pants. Bob hissed out in pleasure as she stroked him, now free from any barrier. Bob’s hands began pulling down Yelena’s pants, she lifted up enough to kick off the snoopy PJ pants before she was on him again. She didn’t bother taking her underwear off, she was getting impatient and she needed to feel him inside her now.

Yelena pushed her underwear aside, sliding Bob’s hot member against her heat, coating him with her juices before angling him at her entrance. Yelena didn’t give him any warning before she was pushing down on him. Bob’s head fell back, curses and pleasurable moans spilling out of him.

Yelena slid down fully until they met hip to hip. She felt so full, he was the perfect fit. She adjusted her knees on either side of him, her hands on his shoulders as she got the right angle to start moving. The friction was unbearably intoxicating.

They were both a fit of moans, hands gripping and feeling. Bob kept his hands on her ass, helping her move on him, his grip was borderline painful, but Yelena didn’t mind. She was too caught up in giving him pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” She asked, her fingers finding his hair again, pulling the strands until she got him looking at her. Hazel to Blue, though their eyes were both so darkened with lust that it was hard to tell the colors.

“Yes, god, yes that feels s-so good ‘Lena.” His hips thrusted hard up into her, a yelp of surprise escaping her. “Sorry, Sorry” He quickly said

“No-No please do that again.” Yelena’s head tilted back as her movements became harder, more purposefully. Bob bucked up into her, meeting her downward strokes. His hand moved between them, circling her swollen clit. He was getting close and he would be damned if he didn’t make her cum a second time.

Their pace was getting sloppier, Bob’s fingers circling desperately. The moment he felt her clench against him he knew he was a goner. They were a mess of breath moans and whispered pleads of each other’s names.

Yelena fell forward against him, her body limp as the tension drained from her. Bob held her close, kissing her forehead then her cheek, peppering her face with soft, loving kisses. She giggled, placing her own kiss against his chest, just over his heart. She slowly raised her hips off of him, adjusting her underwear back so she didn’t leak all over him. She could deal with that in a bit, for now she just wanted to wrap herself in his warmth.

They cuddled as they let their bodies come down from that overwhelming high that they had rode together.

Suddenly the overhead lights burst to life, shattering their quiet oasis. Bob panicked and quickly wrapped the discarded blanket around their semi naked bodies as soft voices could be heard walking in.

Bob was frozen in place as John and Ava rounded the corner, holding hands.

They stopped, quickly pulling their hands apart as they noticed Bob and his lump of a blanket on top of him.

“Hey.” Bob said, trying to be casual.

“Hey….” John said, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Is that Yelena?” He asked.

Hearing the sound of her name she peeked out from under the blanket, waving a small hand at them with a “caught” look on her face.

John made a disgusted noise. “Don’t tell me ya’ll fucked in here…it’s a communal area!”

Ava was laughing, covering her face with her hands. She pulled her hands away just enough to whisper something to John which caused his cheeks to bloom with a blush. Bob could have sworn he heard “Beat us to it.”

“So…Were you holding hands as friends or?” Yelena teased, not even that embarrassed at getting caught. It was the worst kept secret that John and Ava were sleeping together but I guess the same could be said about Bob and Yelena.

“S-Shut up!” John retorted lamely, he grabbed Ava by the shoulders and whisked her out of the room.

“They really think they are being slick.” Yelena giggled, her head returning to Bob’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around him.

Bob chuckled along with her, kissing her cheek. “Want me to carry you to bed?” He asked

She excitedly nodded her head and happily squealed as he stood up, her body easily settled in his arms. She leaned over to quickly grab up their discarded clothes and clung to him as he carried her out of the room.

Bob wasn’t really sure how they got to this moment. Yelena and he somehow ended up in his room, her body very close to his, her bright eyes staring up at him as if asking a silent question.

Bob felt hot, overheated. His skin was drenched underneath his thick blue sweater. His corduroys felt itchy and uncomfortable. She was so close to him, her hand lightly placed over his rapidly beating heart.

“I want to...see all of you.” Her voice was only slightly above a whisper, her pupils blown wide as she continued to stare up at him. Her hand drifted down to the hem of his sweater, fingers dipping underneath just the smallest amount. She waited.

“O-okay” His mouth felt dry, it had been a long time since anyone had wanted him in this way. Bob had been with people before, but he had never wanted it like this before. He had been thinking about Yelena an unhealthy amount. She consumed his thoughts, his dreams. He woke up hard and needy and jerked himself off at the idea that she might think of him the same way. He had never thought that she would approach him, that she would need him for this. She told him that this didn’t have to mean anything, that she just needed release. Bob knew that it would mean something for him, but he would quiet that part of his mind and make sure that she enjoyed herself.

Bob took a steading breath as her fingers slipped underneath his sweater, they brushed across his soaked through t-shirt.

“Are you nervous?”

“It’s just been...awhile is all.” He gulped, hoping this wouldn’t frighten her off.

“I’ll go slow than.” she said simply.

The brush of her fingers against the skin of his chest sent electricity throughout his entire body. He shivered, closing his eyes to try and center himself again. He needed to get a hold of himself or else he was going to end up finishing before they even started.

Bob opened his eyes as her hand splayed across his abs, Yelena was biting her lip obviously enjoying herself. His large hands reached out and settled on her hips, he leaned down until they were nose to nose.

“I want to kiss you.”

The breath of his words tickled her lips, her face turning rosy as she met his eyes again. She nodded. That was the only invitation he needed.

The kiss was gentle, tentative, searching. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the sensation of their lips slowly moving against each other. Then Bob felt the wetness of Yelena’s tongue against his lips, gently pushing, asking for more. Bob wanted to please her, wanted her to take from him whatever she wanted. He moaned quietly as his lips parted for her, her tongue moving passed his parted lips and deepening the kiss.

The room started to heat as their kiss became hungry. Yelena was pushing up on her tiptoes, trying to get as close as possible. Bob was still holding her hips as if he wasn’t sure what else to do with his hands...until he felt a small hand grip his and bring it up to her breast and oh gods she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was soft and filled his hand nicely. He felt emboldened, letting his fingers seek out her already pebbling nipple and gently pinch it between his fingers over her shirt. She gave a surprised gasp, giving Bob the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. He felt high, his blood was pumping, his brain was dizzy and all he could think about is how he could get more sounds like that out of her.

With one hand still on her hip he steered her until her back gently bumped against the wall, he pressed his body weight into her, wanting to get as close as he could. Her hands were exploring his chest, admiring the manufactured abs and soft skin.

“Take this off now”

Yelena did not have to tell him twice, he reluctantly pulled away from her so he could strip his sweater off, his white t-shirt coming off with it. He was bare to her now and she let her eyes slide down his form in admiration. He gently grabbed her hands, placing them back onto his chest. He wanted to feel her touch everywhere.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” His voice was soft if not pleading.

“I plan on it.” She was breathing heavily, obviously turned on which boosted Bob confidence a bit.

Yelena saw the bare flash of golden glow in his eyes, his shoulders rose, his chest puffed out just a bit. She could tell he enjoyed the way she was looking at him. Her hands roamed up his chest, gripping his strong shoulders.

“Come here” She breathed out, pulling him close again. His lips were immediately on hers again, hungry and bruising. His body weight pressed her into the wall, his hands moving around her to grip her ass. She let out a surprised squeal not expecting the bold touch from him. He squeezed her well-toned ass before sliding his hands further down her thighs, encouraging her to lift her legs. She obliged, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

A pleased growl escaped his throat as he pressed himself into her heat. He open mouthed kissed down her jaw and neck, enjoying the salty tang of her sweat.

“Oooohh, Bob I can feel how desperate you are for me” She wiggled her hips, delighting in the twitch of his hard member pressed against her aching core.

Bob’s face burned with a blush as a strangled moan escaped his lips, his face buried in her neck. He became still.

“I-I’m so desperate for you, it hurts how desperate I am” His words were whispered into her skin, his hips involuntarily jerking up into her. It was her turn to let out a moan as he bumped against her sensitive clit. Her head was swimming; she felt out of control and Yelena did not like that feeling. She detached her legs from him, their bodies separated as she returned to her normal height. Bob looked at her, worry etching his face, afraid he had said something wrong.

“Bob” She said, the b popping as she spoke. Bob was frozen in front of her, his hands hovering in front of him as if he wasn’t sure if he should move away or towards her.

Yelena stayed silent as she moved her hands to the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up over her head. A satisfied smirk quirking at her lips at the awe inspired look on Bob’s beautiful, flushed face. Bob twitched, as if about to move towards her but Yelena shook her head, stopping him.

“Take off your pants and sit on the bed.” She said, authority in her tone. Bob didn’t wait for further instruction, he almost to hurriedly hooked his fingers into his waist band of his corduroys and pulled the fabric down his legs his boxers going with them, he kicked the clothes away like they were burning him. Yelena had to bite her lip to suppress her giggle, she didn’t want to embarrass him but God, that had been very adorable. Her eyes scanned down his body in admiration, she almost choked as she took him fully in. He was...a bit intimidating in size. Though Yelena was never one to turn down a challenge.

Without realizing it Yelena’s hand brushed down her stomach, her abs flexing at her own soft touch. Her fingers dipped under her sleep shorts, into her sopping wet panties. A soft whimper fell from her lips as her fingers skimmed over her drenched core.

Bob was sat on the bed, leaned back on his elbows, pupils blown wide as he watched her touch herself. His own hand moved to grip his prominent erection, gently squeezing the base.

Her eyes followed his hand, her fingers slowly pumping inside herself as she watched him. A whimper escaped her kissed bruised lips when his hands moved up his shaft, swiping precum from the leaking head to give himself some lubrication.

“This is actually torture.” His voice was low and gruff as he slowly pumped himself. He didn’t dare move, not wanting to disobey Yelena, who was becoming a mess of soft moans and whines as she fingered herself under her sleep shorts.

“That’s the point” She breathed out, finally removing her hand from her aching core. She slid her thumbs to either side of her sleep shorts, the two fingers that she had been using to pleasure herself were pointed to not get her slick mess on clothes. The shorts finally fell down her legs, she stepped out of them, slowly walking towards Bob.

Bob bolted up right, still sat on the bed. His back was straight and he removed his hand from himself, letting his hands fall to either side of his hips. He waited.

Yelena placed a knee to the right of his hip, her clean left hand grabbed his shoulder to help lift her other knee onto the bed. Her body hovered over him. They were both breathing heavily, their hot air mingling together as they stared into each other’s eyes.

Finally, Bob broke the spell. A gentle hand gripped her right wrist, slowly bringing the slick covered hand towards his face. Without breaking eye contact he took her soaked fingers into his mouth, humming with satisfaction as the taste of her hit his tongue. This wasn’t how he imagined he would taste her for the first time, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Yelena let out a soft gasp, aroused at the sight of Bob’s tongue gently wrapping around her fingers, sucking and savoring every last bit of her taste.

“Fuck me into the mattress.”

Bob’s eyes widened at her bold command. He pulled her fingers from his mouth, gulping. He opened his mouth as if to question her but she beat him to it.

“Please...fuck me into the mattress.”

Large hands gripped at her waist, the strength just shy of painful. It was like he was holding himself back, his breathing grew ragged. He finally nodded at her.

Yelena’s back hit the mattress, her head dizzy with arousal, hands clawing at his shoulders, wanting him closer, closer, closer.

Bob hissed softly as her nails bit into the skin of his back, it was a good pain though, it helped focus as he tried not to fuck this up. He centered himself at her core, his body hovering above hers.

A long inhale and just as long exhale.

Yelena was staring up at him, wondering if she had been to forward, maybe she had fucked this up and she pushed him to fast or mayb-

Suddenly he was inside her, sheathed fully to the hilt.

Her head threw back, her mouth open in a silent scream, surprised but the stretch and ache was just what she had wanted.

Bob’s hands were gripping the sheets beside their bodies, knuckles white with restraint. He gave her a moment to adjust. When her face softened, brows unfurrowed just a bit he knew she was ready. He couldn’t wait any longer.

The pace was brutal, fast and hard. He finally let his hands go to her hips, lifting just slightly to give himself a better angle to spear into her.

Yelena was a mess of loud moans and frantic arm movements. Her hands wouldn’t stay still, she was gripping his biceps, clawing his back, pulling his hair. Her mouth hanging open, a small dribble of drool dripping down her chin.

Bob’s weight pressed her into the soft mattress as his mouth found her jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses along the soft skin as his mouth moved close to her ear.

“You look so good underneath me, drooling so pathetically, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Yelena’s eyes rolled back, she was in pure ecstasy. This new dirty side to Bob was driving her crazy. Well actually everything about Bob was driving her crazy, his nails pricking into her skin of her hip bone, his husky groans straight into her ear, the half-lidded eyes of pure bliss as he continued pounding into her. He was beautiful.

His mouth moved down to where her shoulder and neck meet, biting and sucking the skin there while one of his hands moved between their bodies, finding the sensitive ball of nerves.

A loud moan escaped his lips at the strong pull of his hair. Yelena was pleading now.

“Right there, please please, right there, I’m so-” Her back arched up, thighs started shaking, Bob could feel her clench around him but he didn’t stop, working her through her orgasm. He could feel himself start to move sloppier, watching her completely vulnerable and blissed out expression as she came was all he needed to push his own pleasure over the edge.

The fatigue hit him fast, his body collapsing on top of hers, his breath coming out hard and ragged.

“mmmm Bob” Yelena grumbled below him, trying to wiggle her arms loose so she could push him off. “You’re so heavy.”

“You said into the mattress” He mumbled, humor lacing his voice.

Yelena couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her, it was breathless and quiet but a laugh nonetheless. She got a hand free and slapped his arm. “You are so dumb.”

Bob finally got enough strength back to roll off her, groaning as he slipped free of her warmth. He felt like Jello, his whole body buzzed. Eyes drifted to her, she was absolutely stunning, her hair fanned out around her, eye make up smudged, kissed bruised lips parted, the bruise of a hickey prevalent on her neck.

“I think.... that was the best sex of my life.”

“Really?” Yelena’s face finally turned towards him, her brow raised in question.

“Yeah....and I’ve had sex while on meth.” A stupid toothy grin spread on his face.

“You have to tell me about that sometime, I’ve always been curious.”

The room went quiet as they both settled into a companionable silence, enjoying the afterglow.

Yelena’s hand gently grabbed Bob’s wrist, pulling his arm over her waist. She tugged him close to her, cuddling into his side.

“Is this okay?” She whispered, her cheeks revived in a blush. Bob didn’t answer right away but he gently brought her close to him, nose nuzzling into her sweat soaked hair.