She felt rigid in his arms.
Bucky hated that she couldn’t relax around him. She was always protecting herself. How much of that was him, and how much of it she brought with her wasn’t really something he liked to think about. And yet, here he was.
She felt so small. Muscles bunched tightly. Like she was always ready to bolt out the door. Never fully surrendering herself to any moment. No matter how hard he tried. She wasn’t going to trust him.
And then she was standing up, her nude body walking away from him. Expanses of bare skin, hard planes of muscle. She certainly was put together well.
Beautiful. She was beautiful.
But he couldn’t make his lips form the words. So he tried to convey it in his touch. Soft caresses of finger tips and lips. Even as she was moving away from him, he was reaching for her.
She had her arms crossed over her breasts, looking back at him over her shoulder. That look in her eyes. Like she wanted to climb back in bed with him.
Usually he silently willed her to come back. Tried to communicate his emotions through his eyes. Parted lips. Frantically begging her with soft exhales and teeth on his bottom lip.
“Stay. Natalia. Please?” He was startled by his own voice. Clearly forming the wish that had sat desperately on the tip of his tongue for so long.
Her eyes met his. Bright green. Crystal clear. Wide and confused, because he never said things like that.
“I—I have to—“ she started.
“Ya want me to beg?” he asked, sitting up in bed. Her gaze was still piercing. Dissecting him. Trying to figure out his ulterior motive. It hurt to think that she’d never been with anyone who didn’t have one. Who didn’t want her around just because she was who she was. “Cuz I’ll beg…”
He rose slowly, because she looked like a spooked animal. He knew the look well. Knew the feeling. He wasn’t trying to trap her. He’d never—
She turned slightly, arms still crossed over her chest, facing him. Tensing again.
He reached out to lightly caress her shoulder, using it as a prop so he could kneel down in front of her. Because he wasn’t kidding. He’d beg if it got her to stay.
His hand skimmed her side on the way down, catching sight of the scar on her stomach. The one he’d given her. He traced it with his thumb, leaning closer and pressing his lips against her skin. “Please?” he looked up at her, arms circling her. Metal arm bracing her back while his flesh one traced patterns on her hipbones. Patterns he followed with his lips. His tongue. “Please, Lisichka. Stay with me.”
Her breaths were audible. “Why?”
He smiled faintly, “Cuz I think you wanna stay. And I know I want you to stay…so stay.”
Her hands fell from her chest, fingers carding through his hair. He let out the breath he was holding, pressing his lips to her belly again, letting his hands come up to grip her waist.
He felt her ragged breaths shudder through her as he stood, leaving his hands there at her waist, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes searching his as his arms encircled her. She brought one hand down to stroke his cheek, nodding her head slightly.
“I’ll stay…” she murmured, leaning up to meet his lips. “I’ll stay.”