The Fall - Book 1

117. Eager, are you?

Author's Note: I'm going to change it up a little and put the translations in bold beside the words. It you all don't like this format, and prefer my usual method of placing them at the end of the chapter, please let me know. I just thought this might be easier than having to scroll back and forth to know what's being said. Again, please let me know which way you prefer. Thank you!

JUNE 24, 2019 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — BUCKY

I wake because Réa's not in my arms, and I can feel her tossing and turning. I open my eyes and see that she's on her side of the bed, just as she rolls onto her back.

"Doll, are you alright?" I ask, my voice heavy with sleep.

"Can't sleep," she mutters. "Sorry I woke you."

Concerned, I sit up, leaning on my vibranium arm.

"You don't need to apologise. What's going on?" I ask, knowing my worry is apparent in my tone.

"It's not a nightmare or a flashback or anything like that." She's quiet for a moment. "It's that I'm..." she trails off. "I'm, um, well...worked up," she finishes softly, her cheeks scarlet.

"Ah," I reply.

I pause for a moment as an idea forms in my mind.

"Do you want some help with that?" I ask, my tone suggestive.

"But earlier you said we can't—"

"I meant we can't have sex. Like I told you, you're sore and I refuse to make that worse. But there are...other...things we can do." I lick my lips, one of my favourite fantasies slipping into my mind. "There's actually something I've thought about, and this would be a good time for it. If you want."

She nods. "Okay."

At her response, I pull her into my arms and kiss her passionately. My hands slide underneath the hem of her shirt, lifting it. I keep kissing her, only stopping to pull the shirt over her head. I shift so that she's once again on her back and I'm above her, and my hands move to the drawstring of her pajama pants. I break the kiss and look into her eyes.

"Can I—"

"Yes, god yes; take them off," she pants.

I let out a low chuckle.

"Eager, are you?" I gently tease, but I love that she wants me this much.

"Bucky, please," she half-moans, half-whines.

I do as she asks, quickly removing the rest of her clothing, and once she's completely bare, I return to the spot beside her, again leaning on my metal arm.

"Wh-what are y—?"

She stops mid-sentence, her breath hitching as I glide a finger across her collarbone.

"I told you, there's something I've thought about...a fantasy of mine." My gaze locks with hers, and the desire I see in her eyes is incredible.

"What, um, what is it?" she asks breathlessly.

"You're thinking of me...and touching yourself."

Her eyes widen, shock joining the desire. "I-I've nev—"

"I know," I say. "I figured that out last night." she looks slightly puzzled, and I continue. "Your reaction when you were close to cumming the first time—when you said you never had—pretty much gave it away." I pause and lick my lips. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to see you do it."