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James Buchanan Barnes (sergeant_barnes) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2016-09-14 04:04:00

Entry tags:

!open, ~bucky barnes

Who: Bucky
Where: Not far from the Cottage.
What: Not being a stalker
When: After work
Rating: TBD
Open: Yup (Though preferably Steve or Peggy)
Status: on going

It had been weeks since he'd been to the cottage. Or, really, inside. He walked by it every day. Some days he paused. Just to see if he could catch a glimpse of either Peggy, or Steve. Just a flash of something to get him through. More often than not he went home with a heavy heart.

So Bucky, lacking so much shame at this point, climbed a tree, where he could spy the backyard and a bit of the front porch at the same time. Mouse wasn't bringing the kids today, so he had no place to be. There was no harm in sitting and waiting, if there was no one to meet.

In the weeks he had been away he'd all but given up smoking all together. Only catching a few puffs off of one cigarette whenever the craving hit him hard. And then he limited it to no more than half of the cigarette. It had been the better part of a month since he came back and he still had more than half the pack from Brooklyn.

The downside was that he was combating some weight gain by taking on more at the farm, his nails were chewed, though he did take care to smooth them out whenever Luke was brought by, and he wasn't sleeping. Though Bucky wasn't entirely sure if that was because cutting out the nicotine or simply because he was more than a little home sick.

That small glimpse would get him through. No matter how short it was. He knew it would get him through.

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offthepeg
2016-09-26 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Peggy didn't let up as he pulled her closer and ruffled her fingers through his hair, tugging softly at the dark locks. It felt like home, like fire and passion and belonging when she kissed him. It was different to Steve, who had always felt safe and secure with that deep set of respect behind it. The two together was like having everything she had ever wanted in a single man because as it turned out, Peggy was entirely unsatisfied without one or the other.

She kissed him and kissed him, being brazen and wild like she hadn't in what felt like months. Instead of letting her pain and insecurities take over her life, she smashed them into pieces. Her hands pulled the shirt from his pants so she could scrape his skin with her nails and mark him again to erase what had happened.

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sergeant_barnes
2016-09-27 02:28 am UTC (link)

He damn near sagged against her when she ran her fingers through his hair. His human contact, besides with the kids, had been minimal at best. He wanted to cry. He wanted to whimper. He wanted to lift her off of her feet and carry her to the table and just... But he didn't. He quivered under her touch.

Bucky sucked in his stomach when she scraped over his skin with her fingernails, not wanting her to feel the softness there that had found place with his attempt to quit smoking. And a whimper did actually leave his throat. Not because she'd hurt him, never that. But his resolve not to push, not to lead this to anything more than a kiss, was breaking like so much fragile glass. His fingers twitched against her back, with want to move farther than the small of her back.

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offthepeg
2016-09-27 05:16 pm UTC (link)

Peggy was a little put off that he didn't react as strongly as she had imagined him too, but she did push down the nasty voices in her ear and kept kissing him. She wanted him to want her the same way he'd been flirting with her before it got weird again. Surely he hadn't gone off her? No, she hadn't imagined his glances.

Eventually though, she had to let him up for air and panted a little herself as she pulled her lips away from his. "See normally you'd have my top down a little by now and most likely trying to persuade me to let you screw me on the hard kitchen table instead of somewhere softer but I seem to still be clothed and comfortable. Either you've gone off me, which by all accounts seems wrong considering your looks earlier, or you're holding back because you're not sure about what this means..." she rambled.

Peggy grabbed his shirt and looked him in the eyes. "This means that I love you. It means that I missed you being in my life, that without you, I felt hollow. It also means that you are ours, do you understand? I cannot go through that pain again, James. Mentally I understood what happened but I cannot allow that pain in my life again. So, this is a chance at a fresh start. So now, please do not change how you treated me before all this and fuck me on the kitchen table."

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sergeant_barnes
2016-09-27 11:52 pm UTC (link)

She had most definitely not imagined his glances. The tautness of his pants were evidence of that. When she pulled back, he was panting like a man that had run a mile. "You're kinda sending me mixed signals, beautiful. I didn't want to push you farther than you were ready to go. But that didn't mean it didn't cross my mind." As if her Rambling and demands were invitation. More than the 'fuck me on the table' was. His hands began to roam. Fingers tugging up her shirt. A soft hiss sucking between his teeth as his fingertips found skin.

"I'm always yours. Always his. My life is nothing without you. Either of you." The kids loved him, yes, but they would live just fine if he vanished tomorrow. But he wouldn't have the kids without her and Steve. Without her and Steve... He didn't know where he'd be. "If I ever start acting like that again. You have full permission to tie me down." A slow almost dirty smile turned up his lips. And without more preamble, he hauled her shirt up and off. "You really want me to fuck you on the table?"

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offthepeg
2016-09-28 01:11 am UTC (link)

Peggy was well aware that she had changed her tactics suddenly but she had become so sick of their relationship being broken that she decided the only way to move forward was to sweep the broken pieces away and dive back in again. Here she was, putting it all out there one last time; it would be his only second chance with her heart. "I just want... to forget about it. To move on, to bring you back here and really be my husband."

If she was worried he'd turn her invitation down, her fears were lessened as her blouse hit the floor. "Oh we're going to get our own back on you, Bucky, but this time, you might actually enjoy it in the end..." she warned with a darkly flirtatious twinkle in her eye. "And why on earth would I ask you to do something and then you don't do it? Really, Buck, I'm disappointed that you don't have me crying out your name yet. Have you lost your touch?"

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sergeant_barnes
2016-09-28 02:01 am UTC (link)

Bucky was sure he'd never forget the experience, the whole of it, from the start in the gym, to the end, just then, for as long as he lived. But he'd definitely learned from it. The tips of his fingers moved over her stomach, up along the underside of her bra. "I'll have to go get my stuff. And the cat." His tone was pretty distracted, as he was paying more attention to the paths his fingers were taking rather than the words he was saying.

But the promise in her words, had his grin growing a little more than it had been. "Good." He wanted to say that there had been nothing enjoyable about what had happened. And there hand't. He'd been miserable. Living a sad excuse for a life. "Well. The chicken. And it's been a few months, so I've got to test and make sure I haven't lost my touch." One hand slid around her ribcage and without really losing contact with her skin, he unsnapped her bra. "But if you'd rather I took my time later... I can."

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offthepeg
2016-09-28 02:20 am UTC (link)

Peggy shivered a little at his touch, her skin betraying her as to how long it had been since anyone touched her like that. It had been so damn long since she was even looked at with heat and fire and kissed with passion. She missed the ease she could attract them with and it was about time that changed. "There's time for that later." She muttered in reply, tugging his own shirt from his pants the whole way around his waist.

"It's a big table..." she waved off her hand, "Taking time is for later, unless you'd rather wait until Steve is here and the kids are in bed and we've got your things back here. Might be another... five or six hours..." she said, glancing at the clock. "Or you can make me come in the next ten minutes and sit at the kitchen table all night thinking about what we did on it."

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sergeant_barnes
2016-09-28 05:51 am UTC (link)

Bucky pressed into her, so she could feel just how bad off he was. "I don't think I can wait that long. I think I'd better make you come. Wouldn't want to leave you neglected all through supper." His fingers tickled along the backs of her arms as he dragged down the straps of her bra.

He leaned back just a little, enough to let the article drop to the floor. Her breasts more glorious than he remembered, he was sure. "I had almost forgot how beautiful you were. My imagination wasn't doing any justice." And he'd felt far to guilty to look at the naughty pictures he'd stored away on his phone.

Leaning in, he captured her lips with his own. His kiss a little more gentle than hers had been, as one hand came up to cradle the healthy weight of her bosom in it. The other dropped to the fasteners of her pants.

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