Hard to Love (Bucky Barnes fanfic)

Chapter 71

Photo cred: nix akimbo AGAIN because I love all their work and it fits perfectly
TW(?): mild butt play

Once again I flip on the faucet to fill the sink, keeping my eyes on Bucky. "We're not leaving all this out to deal with later James." I lightly chuckle. Bucky tilts his head with a small smile

"You said breakfast then I get you. Never mentioned cleaning up."

"It was implied!" I laugh out my words, swatting his hand that was reaching over to turn the sink off again. Having to grab his wrist and attempt to push it away

He pauses and we stare at one another. Both determined on our tasks. Minutes pass by, the sink now half full of warm soapy water and our plates. Buckys features seem to soften but his eyes, god his eyes, darkened. A sliver of trickery flashing behind the pools of blue

"Alright, alright. You're right. Go ahead." He holds his hands up by his shoulders in surrender, taking a half step back from me

I cock an eyebrow at him. The look in his eyes telling me not to trust this sudden retreat. He's scheming something, I just don't know what exactly

Though I've a good idea

Bucky motions with one hand towards the sink of dishes, the corner of his mouth curling. Slowly, keeping an eye on him, I turn my body and grab the sponge. Plunging my hands into the sudsy water and begin scrubbing away at one of the plates

After two plates are washed, rinsed and moved to the drying rack, Bucky pushed himself off the counter he was leaning on and moves to stand directly behind me. His fingers trailing up the sides of my exposed thighs and over my shorts til they rested on my hips with the waistband

"James-" I warn, concealing a smirk at his antics

He ignores my playful warning, using one hand to untie the string of my shorts. I sigh, looking over my shoulder at him in another attempt to deter him. Bucky leans down and presses a pillowy soft kiss to my exposed neck as I rinse off a glass

When he hooks a thumb on either side of my shorts, I chuckle and flick some water at him. "James Buchanan I swear to god."

"Just removing them now so I don't rip them later babydoll." He breathes against my pulse point sending a shiver down my spine

I roll my eyes with an 'mhm' as I grab a bowl to wash. Bucky pushes my shorts down my thighs until they fall on their own to pool around my ankles. Rinsing the now clean bowl, Bucky glides his hands around my waist and fiddles with the bottom buttons of my shirt, pressing another velvety kiss to the base of my neck

His hot and thick body pressed against my back. The smell of Buckys soap lingering in the air surrounding us and filling my lungs with every breath. Hands slowly working away at the buttons, crawling his way up and dipping past the fabric to swipe either a hot or cool hand over my flushed skin. Hips slowly rolling against my butt

With every passing second I wish I had just left everything to deal with later and gone upstairs. Glancing at the few dishes left and silverware that still needed to be washed with annoyance

This is what he wanted. His plan

Biting the inside of my lip as I realize his intentions, I slowly rinse off a butter knife and look to the sink sprayer next to the handles. An idea brewing to teach him a lesson

With Buckys head nuzzled into the crook of my neck and kissing the area, I reach forward and grab the sprayer while increasing the flow of cold water from the faucet. Aiming it as best I could at Bucky and hoping not to spray my neck instead, I squeeze the handle. Momentarily the water pouring out the sink stopped and shot out the little sprayer like a shower, drenching Buckys head until I released the button