Alpha and Omega

Chapter 7

Bucky stood from the couch, lifting her in his arms as he did so he could set her on her feet. His intention was to set her down. It was a mistake to pick her up in the first place. He didn't want to put her down. Not at all. She'd made the most adorable little noise when he'd picked her up. He liked her being safe in his arms.

He reluctantly set her carefully on her feet. She could see he was unhappy about it. Why was he unhappy? Had she done something wrong?

She gave him a warm smile, trying to brute-force her way into making him smile again. She was an omega after all and cared for the emotional wellbeing of those around her. He was one of her people now.

She took his hand, her hand cool in his warm one. He looked at her small hand in his giant sized one. He wondered if she was uncomfortable about his metal arm, since she only clung to his right arm or hand. She, however, thought he was uncomfortable with his metal arm. Or preferred skin to skin contact, since he always only ever offered her his right hand. Or maybe he didn't want to be touched, though most people found the touch of an omega comforting. She saw him look at their joined hands and she dropped his quickly.

"Sorry.... I thought..." she trailed off assuming he didn't want her touching him.

He shook his head, wanting quickly to reassure her. "I don't mind. I was just observing how small your hand looks compared to mine," he paused before he asked the question that was on his mind. "Does my metal hand and arm scare you?" he asked her softly, steeling himself for the answer he expected.

She shook her head, looking truly surprised at the question. "No. Why would it?" she asked, truly perplexed by the question.

Bucky was surprised by her acceptance. He shrugged. "Most people are. It's unnatural. My nickname from some teammates is Cyborg,"

It was her turn to shrug "That's hardly unnatural, at least not compared to some of the things I've seen. Including my own wolf ears,"

"But they're biological, so natural. Supernatural, still has the word natural in it. Not artificial." He tried to get his point across, though he was sure he was botching it.

She shrugged again. "It's part of who you are. Besides, there's plenty of people with prosthetics. There's nothing scary about it," she reminded him. She didn't know that there were plenty of kids with prosthetic arms who wanted them to look like the Winter Soldier's. He was a decorated war hero after all.

He gave a soft laugh. "True, but none of them were made as a weapon."

"True" she agreed in turn, "but you're free of Hydra now," she reminded him warmly, then just to make a point, took his metal hand in her hand. It was strange to hold the metal hand. She was unused to the feeling of the cool metal in her hand, or the strength in that limb. But she wasn't afraid of it, or of him. "The computer lady said dinner was ready," she reminded him. Werewolves and super soldiers needed to eat alot or they got grumpy.

"Oh right. I should show you the way back, " he chuckled at himself for getting distracted from dinner and started to walk with her back toward the cafeteria.

"That would be nice so I don't have to find it by smell," she replied. She could find it by smell, but it was much easier if he guided her.

She also couldn't help but notice the slightly uneven gait as he tried to walk normally with the current problem of his pants being too tight around a certain excited piece of his anatomy.

Oh, stop being coy, Barnes. The problem was a very inconveniently timed boner that wasn't going away in the presence of this woman he was inexplicably attracted to. His body was apparently very attracted to.

He needed to take care of that problem.

Quickly.

And without being rude.

Much as he wanted this to be a joint activity with this intriguing woman, it was too soon, especially since she was a rescue, someone abused by Hydra.

He had a hand and could take care of himself.

He stopped in the elevator. "The cafeteria is on the second floor. I need to go to my room for something," he prayed that she wouldn't ask what that something was as he didn't have a good lie prepared. "Can you find your way from here?" She nodded and he resisted the urge to kiss her forehead. "Good. I'll meet you in a bit."

He got off on his floor and sighed, knowing relief was in sight. He still didn't know why she affected him so strongly. No other woman had before. It didn't make any sense. He just met her. This wasn't like him.

She nodded and continued on to the cafeteria without him, not sure what to make of his sudden disappearance, especially since he was supposed to be babysitting. She didn't push him for an answer, though, instead making her way to find the food.

He got to his room and went straight to his private bathroom. He needed a cold shower, badly. Beyond badly. Desperately.

He stripped and stepped into the freezing cold shower. It didn't help. Images of the adorable werewolf and her lovely curves, the way the clothes she'd been given hugged her body, her wolf ears, her super soft tail. The irresistible way she smelled. The way her hand fit in his so perfectly. How warm and cuddly she was in his arms.

Yeah... that wasn't helping his situation any. Cold shower or no.

Finally, he gave in, reaching for his hard, heavy cock with his flesh hand. He hated pleasuring himself with the metal one. He slowly began to stroke the soft skin of his shaft. He couldn't help wishing it was her touching him. He knew that he wasn't supposed to fall for the rescues.

How to stop it, to prevent it?

He was doomed to fail on that front. He just couldn't admit it to himself. Not yet.

He kept imagining her as his hand moved faster and faster, his metal hand braced against the wall of the shower. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out as the pleasure built and built, as his cock swelled in his hand. He closed his eyes, imagining her as his hand moved faster, his hips thrusting forward, seeking relief. He let out a small noise as he stiffened, as his cock shuddered. He gasped as he came, hard spurts of cum hitting the shower wall.

The pleasure had come, but it was an empty pleasure with the hollow of the partner he so craved desperately and poignantly missing.

He cleaned the wall of the shower with a washcloth and cleaned himself quickly, thinking over his experience with this new girl.

He knew that he would never be happy if he didn't attempt to court her.

And if she denied him?

He couldn't stand the thought of that possibility.