Secretive - Bucky Barnes

23 || Burning || 🌶

[Nova]
There is light burning in my flat when I finally arrive on the corridor. I can see it through the gap between my front door and my bottom, and I start breathing heavily.

This has to be a bad dream, or a joke. Who would come into my apartment at that time?
As quiet as I could, with now the high heels in my hands, I tiptoe forward to the door and hold my ear against it.

I only hear my own racing heartbeat, nothing else. I get hold of my pen, tip towards the door and pressing myself on the wall when I turn the keys. Almost in entire silence, I push it open slowly. No hectic. No panic. No fear.

There is a shadow on my left, right behind the door, just a tiny movement - my hand rushes forward faster than I can process it, and with a strong push, I hear metal on metal, and how my pen buries itself deeper.

I sigh in relief when I see James's confused expression. He closes the door behind me while I let my handbag sink to the ground, myself breathe. »You scared the shit out of me, Barnes.«

»Yeah, uhm,« his eyes examine the pen in his arm; the only reason it sticks in is me hitting right into a joint. »well, I am no burglar. Good to know that you know how to«, with one firm pull, the pen is out of his arm,; it must have stuck in less deep than I expected, »protect yourself when I am not around.« He gently lays it on the counter and helps me out of my jacket.

»Sorry to attack you.« I feel myself blush slightly, and automatically pull him close just to kiss him an apology. I really need to watch out. Only a little more to the left, and the thing would not have ended so well for my boyfriend.

He simply smiles after requiting. »My bad. I thought to surprise you and maybe should think about that further.«

In that moment, his familiar and lovely scent is replaced by the one of cheese dip and nachos. A smile toys around my mouth and I look up at him. »Maybe you should tell me when stealing my keys.«

»I stole your keys last time I was in here.« he whispers, embracing me with both his arms so I am pulled against his torso.

I nod, rolling my lower lip between my teeth and let it snap forward. »About that. Don't steal my keys.«

»You should've told me earlier. Now I got them. But don't worry, I gave you mine instead.«

»You did?«

»M-hm.« His stormy blue eyes are focussed on my lips, his head nodding to the left to indicate his keys replacing my spare ones. »Just- just tell me if that's too far for you.«

Shaking my head, my eyes draw along the outlines of his face. How did God manage to create such a perfect human being? »Next time, I wish you only to talk to me about it, not self-deciding.«

»Depends on your behaviour.«

I blink a couple times in slight confusion. »On my what?«

»I wasn't all too pleased with you hiding what most fits you. My hickeys. I mean, I didn't give you them for nothing.« He strokes my hair back, so my neck lays free. The warm metal flows over the skin his lips kissed yesterday. »I suggest you to do what I want in order to make me do what you want. Sounds fair, doesn't it?«

»It does, without the content, that is. Besides, I could make you beg just as well.« I put my fists into my waist, just below James's arms.

His grip tightens. »I don't think so. You better watch your mouth, doll.«

We are in the mood again. Good to know.

Bad for him. »And if I don't?«

The corners of his mouth turn upwards into a slight smirk, amused by my try to challenge him. Perfectly aware of me losing it the moment his breath hits the sensitive area of my lips, of any of my lips. »You don't want to know that.«