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"Does he like it when you call em Daddy?"
I almost choked on my fizzy drink, eyes wide and heart pumping widely in my chest as my brain screams "SWALLOW IT."
Ha How ironic.
I gasp out a breath after the carbonated liquid sears my esophagus on the way down.
Brown meets blue, in a silent battle, before the owner of the brown eyes gives in and blurts out.
"NAT!!"
One well groomed eyebrow raises as slim legs shift in a cat-like manner before their owner answers with, "What I was only asking?" The speaker then has the audacity to take a large and slow drink of their own and proceeds to swallow it down with no problem.
What a fucking asshole.
I roll my eyes and flick at the stupid pink straw in the others drink before a slim pale wrist catches my hand in theirs.
"Really? We're going to be childish?"
I huff and swat her hand away from mine, "It's not childish if you started it first."
"What is this second grade? That's exactly how a child would respond to that question."
"What do you know about second grade? Weren't you programmed instead of taught." Despite the harsh underlying meaning of my words the other simply huffed out a laugh and shook her head.
Nothing like joking about your trauma to cope.
"Touché." She leaned her back against the chair with her head tilted up as she studied me. "Though I will say that it gives me an advantage, who wants to go to second grade anyway? I rather know what I need to know and forget the rest."
I snort, "OK, Sherlock."
Eyes narrow before a smirk takes place over the contemplating look.
"You never did answer my question you know."
"Because it was a stupid question."
A hand thumps against the table, "It was not a stupid question."
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
Natasha rolls her eyes and dismisses me with a wave of her hand. "Look whether or not it was a stupid question is irrelevant. A girls gotta get some gossip around here or she may just die of boredom."
With eyes lit with mischief she reminded me a lot of a certain dark haired trickster.
"Then die."
She sighs and throws her head back against the chair, feet almost thumping the floor as she did so.
"Now look who's being childish."
A roll of the eyes is met with a shit eating grin, that was until a new voice entered the conversation.
"Who's dying?"
Natasha lights up like a tree on Christmas and my heart fucking sinks like the titanic.
"No o-"
"We were just talking about you."
Two pairs of blue eyes glance at me, the only difference being one of them was smug and the other curious.
"Oh yeah? What were you sayin?"
"Nothing." I dismiss with a very intense glare directed at the redhead opposite me.
The ginger of course only twitches the corner of her mouth into a slight smile before fully turning her body to talk to Bucky.
"We were just talking about whether blondie over here calls you Daddy in the bedroom or not?"
I almost face planted into the fucking table as the Burnette sends me a side glance.
"Oh really?" A black metallic arm grabs the back of a chair and spins it around with little effort before plopping down into it with his arms resting on the new front of the chair. "And how exactly did you guys land on that topic?" He places his bearded face on top of his hands, faking innocence as he stares over at Nat with no doubt, puppy dog eyes.
'Well, goldilocks here was just bragging about all the stuff you guys get up to in between missions."
I scrunch up my face and pucker my lips as Bucky looks back at me with new found interest.
"I did not." The pair smirk.
"No? Of course you didn't Doll, why would you? It's not like we do anything interesting in the dark of the night."
My eyes narrow as he sends me a sickly sweet smile. "Nope. Nothing interesting at all."
Bucky hits his human hand against the chair and nods his head, "Exactly. Nothing exciting at all and certainly nothing interesting like you calling me Daddy. "
My stomach drops and my mouth goes dryer than the Sierra desert. God damn that was hot.
I swallow a lump in my throat, crossing my arms and shaking my head. "Nope, nothing like that at all."
It falls silent in the room as the two predators stare at me like they finally caught their first meal of the night.
"I told you." Nat smiles and leans back in her chair, suddenly all chipper and oozing with self satisfaction.
I shoot her a confused glance.
The dark haired male licks his lips and stares at me with darkening eyes. "You were right."
He sighs before slipping out his blue lilo and stitch wallet I got him for Christmas and slapping down a crisp five dollar bill onto the shiny chrome table.
I look at him in a mixture of disgust and horror.
Natasha just takes the money happily from the table and sends me a sly smile. "What?"
"You guys made a bet?!!"
Two sets of shoulders shrug. "Well it wasn't like you were going to fess up anyway, and sleeping beauty here had the map, all I had to do was the digging."
"Cute analogy, but you're still an asshole."
A drum of fingers, "Well I guess I better leave you guys to it." The tall slim woman goes to stand and I leap up out of my seat.
"Nat wait-" I reach out to stop her but instead of catching silk I hit cold hard metal.
I look at Bucky with wide eyes, his metal fingers circle around my wrist lightly, his eyes asking questions his mouth was too nervous to ask. I swallow and nod my head.
"Go ahead and lock the door on your way out Natasha."
"Already five steps ahead of you Winter." The cool clicking sound of the door bolt makes my lungs melt and goosebumps rise over my arms.
My hearts hammering away in my chest like a hungry woodpecker and the way Bucky's eyes are sliding over me like butter isn't helping.
"Um, Bucky?"
One heavy breath.
"Don't be afraid doll."
The cool of metal hits my check and before I can think about it, I lean into the touch. My lips resting against the solid digit of his thumb as I stare at him from underneath black lashes.
"I'm not." A whisper that spoke louder than any battle cry.
"Good." He says as he leans into me slowly, his other hand snaking around my back and pulling me closer.
His lips were so close to mine I could almost taste his peppermint Chapstick. My eyes flutter close and I lean in but before I could make contact his thumb moves up and swipes over my lower lip, stopping me in my tracks.
I don't dare open my eyes as I listen to the heavy sounds of our breathing.
When Bucky speaks next it almost makes me jump because of how close his voice has suddenly become.
"Just say the word Doll and I'll give you everything you want."
I barely catch the moan in my throat as I lean closer to his voice and by fault, my lips closer to his thumb. My tongue, the sneaky little devil, darts out to give a kitten lick to the opposing digit, but before it can sneak away again it's caught, ever so gently in between two fingers.
I gasp and my eyes fly open, as the pressure the other has on my tongue makes me gasp and wiggle in pleasure.
Oh my.
He looks down at me, with blown pupils and parted lips. "Say it." His voice is a rasp as his fingers apply just a tad bit more pressure on my trapped tongue. My eyes nearly roll toward the back of my head.
I arch my body more towards his and look up at him, with what must be pretty convincing eyes as the man finally let's go of my tingling tongue. That's for sure not the only thing that is tingling.
"Now you gonna say it Doll? Hmm?" His thumb runs over and under my chin, gripping it lightly in between his fingers just like he held my tongue just seconds before. "Say it all pretty and tempting for me?"
I nod my head; well as best as I can with a former assassin holding it hostage, "mmhm." I hum out sweetly as butterflies erupt in my tummy and almost swallow me whole.
The once gentle touch now hardens as the two fingers grip and pull my head upward so my neck is exposed, the hand that has been resting on my lower back now lunges toward my hair and in a swift movement, has my hair wrapped around it like a cobra on it's kill.
I feel nausea as he tugs the ball of hair back and my chin up higher.
Godthatfeelssogood.
"Well I'm waiting baby?"
I squirm causing the wetness of my underwear to smear, and nearly choke again at the way he looks down at me.
I would die for this man.
"Daddy." It comes out broken and more mouthed than a whisper, but he understands and that's what matters.
It was time for his eyelashes to flutter and his hands to shake as he yanks me up against his body, to the point where I can feel a hard outline pressing into my now soaking pants.
"Good girl."