Lux Brumalis: "The light of winter"/"Winter's light."
After defeating the Flag Smashers and conquering his inner demons, Bucky is trying to live a quiet life in New York City. While being Cap's sidekick has brought him (mostly unwanted) fame and at...
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A/N: big smut, big talks. charlotte makes some connections.
CW: More of Bucky's dirty talk in Russian, degradation kink, spitting, spanking, Bucky being a soft dom.
They get out of the shower. Bucky towels her off and kisses her shoulders. She melts into his touch, both of them exhausted from their first night as pseudo vampire hunters. But there's worry in his eyes as he looks at her in the mirror. Charlotte tilts her head.
"What's going on?"
"I think Caleb knows vampires," Bucky says softly.
She blinks, confused.
"What? You fuck me on the floor, wash my hair, and then decide to tell me this?!"
She's not mad, she's just...
Bucky doesn't always have his priorities straight, and they both know it.
"We found a tattoo on the girl Blade killed tonight."
Charlotte stares at him in the mirror, her brow arched.
"She was a vampire, right? Not some random girl?"
"Yeah," Bucky rasps as he wraps a towel around Charlotte and gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose. She smiles. He then wraps another one around his own waist. It hangs low on his hips. "Fangs, blood, sex, the whole thing. Her whole head exploded, hence all of the blood on my gear. They were doing blood shots out of those stupid little glasses... the club was disgusting."
The thought makes her want to vomit.
"Gross," Charlotte whispers as they walk back to the bedroom. It's 6:00am. Their sleep schedule has been completely inverted because of the nature of Bucky's new... job? It's fine by Charlotte. She doesn't have to be here at night and face the possibility of seeing those fucking eyes in the window. "What did the tattoo look like?"
"Similar to the one you pointed out on the weirdo twins at Caleb's little dinner party." He pauses as they change into their pajamas and climb into bed. Bucky grunts as his head hits the pillow and a soft sigh escapes his lips. "Does Caleb have any tattoos?"
"Not that I've seen, but I've only really seen him in dress shirts and suits. He's not exactly casual."
"Hmm," Bucky hums.
"What are you thinking?"
"There's something weird about him."
"You've been saying that for ages, and look what he did," Charlotte sighs.
"I know," Bucky rumbles as he adjusts the blankets and wraps an arm around her waist. He nuzzles against her cheek. "I saw a tattoo on Luke, too."
