As a brokenhearted Dominatrix, you run an exclusive sex club. With a whip in your hand you know who you are. Natasha watches Buckys continue to find no relief in his new life. His life as Bucky Barnes and not the Winter Soldier. On a whim Natasha de...
Back in your room Bucky's words still haunted you.
I won't be sleeping in here forever.
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He made it very clear that he plans on staying. But as you switched on the shower you still weren't sure. You wanted to trust him. Hell, you did trust him. You wouldn't have let him in your home if you didn't.
But just as trust came easily with him fear followed. Fear that he may change his mind. That he may not be okay with the only solution you could provide him.
You weren't sure what he had expected and if he understood how this would all work out. Tomorrow at breakfast you would talk to him. After that he would either be staying or going and you would have to survive whatever answer he gave. You had survived worse.
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You stripped off your clothes reluctant as they still held his scent and you loved having it around you. You stepped into the shower letting the warm water take away what it could. Thinking about a future with Bucky set every nerve in you on fire. But it wasn't going to be easy. You knew what you wanted and you knew who you needed to talk to. Loki.
Everything that you have and hold so close now would not have been possible without him. He took care of you and protected you and continues to do so with so little in return. Would this be asking too much? Would this feel like betrayal for him?
You closed your eyes tightly hoping that he, of everyone you knew and loved, would understand. From one submissive to another.
You finished up in the shower and changed into your purple silk pajamas. You slid under your weighted blanket letting the pressure wrap around you, pretending it was Bucky's arms. In the morning things would be different. The future was uncertain but you clung to the fact that uncertainty is not to be feared, only accepted.
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