Avengers Imagines

Arranged Marriage- Bucky Part Two

Because that picture of Sebastian is freaking gorgeous.

You sat in silence as you pushed your food around your plate. James had said nothing to you all night, not that he knew it was driving you insane. Not that you knew that- or you were just too stubborn to admit it. He was growing on you. Like really growing on you. But you wouldn't say it. You couldn't say it. You couldn't make your parents happy, couldn't let them see that you were happy. But keeping up this demeanor was killing you. Slowly, your insides were decaying and soon there would be nothing left of you to live, to love.
James sat back in his chair and looked at you.
"Doll, I know you don't like me. I know. But we really gotta figure something out here. It seems that neither of us are benefiting from this." He said waving his hand in the expanse between you.
The mahogany brand table put about 10 seats between the two of you. Which you usually wouldn't mind. But today you did. For the first time you did mind. You shifted in your seat, debating. You owed him. BIG TIME. You haven't fucked him once since you were married. James was to confident to "do the deed" himself of course. So you have to repay him. Where this came from, you had no idea. Maybe it was the way he looks at you, like your some price of artwork he'll never get tired of. Or maybe it's the way his voice seemed to calm your stressed demeanor. But you wanted him. ALOT. You could only imagine the way his hands would feel on your skin, exploring the curves of your body. Holding you close to him as he kissed you, giving you the glorious friction you needed. How he would kiss your neck marking you as his, teasing you until he finally- "Doll, are you okay? You look a little flushed. Do you need anything?" James asked, standing from his chair. You hadn't realized you were gripping the arms of your chair. Or the cooling
best between your legs. Did you need something? You most certainly did.