"That's why you're not," she told him sharply, not even bothering to look over at him. This little escapade had been one of the stupidest things she'd ever done in all of her years. Because even now, she could see him in her mind's eye - powerful, virile, gorgeous. Ugh.
Her hair was tangled, there was dried blood on her skin - and worse, she had no doubt - and her entire bedroom reeked of sex. God, it was galling. Natalia sat up gingerly, feeling her body twinge deliciously, but stubbornly ignored that tantalizing throb.
"I'm not your goddamn territory," she reminded him with a dark glower. "And this does not happen again, understand?"
"Sounded like you liked it, Doll. Had you screaming for me a while ago and you didn't seem to be too upset about my cock marking territory. Don't want to admit it now that I'm not in you? That's all right. You'll come back."
Naturally he was going to remind her of her damning weakness every single chance he got. Fucking mutt. Natalia ground her teeth - again - and forced her way up and out of her bed, hating that she had to grasp the front bed rail to support her still-weak knees. Goddamnit.
"I want you out of my bed," she snarled over her shoulder. And out of my fucking life, too, let's not forget that.. Not for the first time did she damn herself for taking that job for Captain-Please-Help-My-Bestie Rogers.
Thankfully her constitution was tougher than even she realized, and the vampire managed to make her way into the bathroom suite without stumbling. But God how she ached, and a brief inspection revealed her own sets of teethmarks, bruises, and scrapes; she looked as if she'd been in a fight with a dragon.
"No, just a fuckmothering werewolf," she snarled at herself under her breath. But she needed to clean up, get some synthesized plasma into her system, and forget that all of this had ever happened. ...somehow.
"You need something to drink," Bucky asks, sliding out of her bed to follow her to the bathroom. He's not nearly as much a mess as she is because his wounds heal up almost instantly and while he'll have the pink of healing flesh for a day or so, he's not going to be bleeding everywhere.
"Pretty sure my blood's regenerated if you want a drink before you shower and everything. We shower, however you wanna do it, sweetheart."
Bucky knows that Natalia can barely stand him and that's made this even better than it could be. It'd be boring if it were sweet. He'd rather it be tense like this and hot like drawn wire.
"I need you away from me," she corrected him frostily. There was little point in shoving him out of the bathroom, she knew; the bastard would only take that as a blatant invitation for another brawl, so Natalia resolutely turned her back on him, reaching over to start the shower and fetch a couple of towels.
"You have your own damned shower across the hall," she pointed out. "I would suggest you make use of it."
Fighting the urge to snort, Natalia yanked open the shower's glass door and stepped in, closing it sharply behind her. The hot water felt delicious on her aching body, even though she felt her own blood working to repair things both inside and out. And God only knew what this wolf's blood would do to her; she'd have to analyze a sample later.
Bucky leans in the doorway and watches for a little while. It's an asshole move, probably, but he wants to get in that shower and he thinks he's going to have to sweet talk his way in if he's going to manage it. Of course, his version of sweet talking doesn't really get anything done.
"You could invite me in, you know. Make sure you got all that nasty wolf smell off me."
He smirks while he says it and his laugh is low enough to almost sound like a bark over the rush of the water.
She knew he wouldn't just leave. The very idea was preposterous. And although giving the damned dog a dose of his own medicine sounded wonderful, Natalia knew it would probably backfire, given her current track record with the smarmy bastard. But still, knowing he was standing just outside of her shower door, leering, no doubt, was definitely irksome.
"And why would I do that?" she snapped over a bare shoulder, scrubbing a lather-soaked loofah over her skin. "I draw the line at bathing you. You're a grown man, you should know how to do that yourself, at the least." She resolutely ignored the shiver of pure want that slid up her spine at the sound of that low, guttural laugh.
"Who said anything about washing me? I was going to wash you. Can still get my rocks off getting these hands all over that beautiful skin of yours. I'm not exactly into indentured servitude when it comes to my women."
And she is definitely his woman. He's determined now.
"Let me i-in," he sing-songs. "You won't regret it."
She glared at the shower tiles, wishing she had a really big gun nearby. Not that it would kill him, but at least it would hurt like a bitch. But Natalia subconsciously knew that this was a losing battle, and again, she was fighting a rear guard position here.
"If I let you in," and she didn't bother even turning around as she spoke, "will you go away afterwards and leave me alone for an hour?" Although that "my women" comment definitely pricked her ire more than a little. This dog had such a rude awakening looming on the horizon.
"Hmm, maybe," Bucky says. He can't see much of her with the glass of the shower fogged up but he can see just enough to remember how she'd looked bent under him earlier. She's fucking beautiful, Natalia Romanova, and he isn't sure what the hell this...arrangement is. He just wants it to continue.
"Promise I just wanna get my hands on you for a little bit though. I'm a giver. Nice shower, couple orgasms, then I'll be out of your hair for a little while. Scout's honor. You know your skin turns pink when you come for me. Didn't know vampires could do that."
Scout's honor, my ass. Hearing all of that, Natalia finally did turn around, though she could barely see through the steamy shower door, but it was enough. "I don't think so," she retorted crisply, wiping a hand across the glass at face-level, just so she could see his smirking face clearly.
"If you get in here, it's to get clean only. Hands off, mutt." Green eyes narrowed. "That's the rule. You don't touch me, I don't touch you. We share the soap and the hot water, then we go our separate ways." She wasn't about to sink deeper into this particular insanity. Not if she could help it.
"If those are the rules," Bucky says, moving closer so he can get in the shower with her. It's a tight fit, with as broad as he is, but it works out since she banned him from touching her. He'll see how long that lasts.
He makes a point of pressing as close as he can to reach past her for the shampoo and while he's not touching her, he does think he's close enough to it to make her feel like he is anyway.
"Be easier if we helped each other, you know. Just saying."
Immediately, Natalia knew this had been a mistake. She'd apparently forgotten just how broad the bastard was, since all of the air in the space evaporated the moment the shower door closed behind him, as well as every sliver of personal space.
But she kept her back to his damnable smirk, shying away when he reached around her for the soap. "No, thank you," she promptly snapped, stepping all the way to the shower wall to let him have the spray. "Your 'help' comes with all manner of complications, and I've had quite enough."
She did unbend enough to shoot him a dark look over one pale wet shoulder, adding, "--and don't pretend you care, Barnes. I'm just a fuck for you, remember? Nothing more. So just leave it."
It takes him aback a bit, the way she phrases it, and his normally-cocky facade drops for a moment in shock. He knows he's exposing himself with this but if there's something else there, he thinks they ought to have it out on the table.
He has the soap in his hand but he doesn't do anything with it, his eyes focused on her for a long moment. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.
"No," was her immediate comeback, and her backbone went even more rigid, if possible. "I don't." She was having a bit of trouble catching her breath, too. Indeed, it was hard to inhale enough to fill her lungs.
So she just kept her mouth shut, rather than literally waste her breath, but finally opted to grate out, "...are you done with the soap?" The sooner she could get out of his proximity, the quicker she could shove all of "this", whatever it was, under a bigger rock and pretend it didn't exist.
And then, tell her mentor that Barnes needed to be relocated to a different safehouse, because "this" was interfering with...well, everything.
"I could give you the soap," Bucky says, his fingers loose on it. "Or you could take it. I could wash you or you can take the hard way out and just wash yourself. However you want to do it."
Bucky makes sure to say it casually and easy like he might with a dame in a club back when. Some of those memories are coming back to him the longer he spends time as a human and he was a cad, maybe, but he wasn't cold. He wasn't cruel. There was a warmth to him then.
Natalia snorted. "No, you don't." And quick as a flash, she snatched the soap from his limp fingers, immediately giving him her back again. "You do whatever it is that you want to do. Live in the now, remember? With absolutely no regard to anyone else. That's the wolf way, isn't it?"
She tossed the soap back in the shower caddy, huffed to herself, both in frustration and in pique, then yanked open the shower's door and stepped out after snatching a towel. "Wash yourself," was her final directive before she wrapped the towel around her and stalked out of the bathroom.
Yep, she'd known that this had been such a bad idea.
Bucky arches an eyebrow at her when she flounces off at him but he's not looking to get drained dry so he lets her go, washing himself quickly before sliding out of the bathroom. He has the good judgment to pull on underwear and jeans before he goes to find her.
"You all right?" His wounds have healed to a shiny pink so he knows they're there and how they happened but they're soon going to be gone and there will be no memory of their little romp.
She was in the living room with her laptop, staunchily wrapped from neck to ankle in a large fluffy robe. A mug of blood-laced tea in her right hand, her left navigated her email, though her entire posture radiated cold aloofness. She didn't even look up when Barnes appeared in the doorway.
"I'm fine." Flat, uninviting, and precise. She'd already emailed Fury to ask - insist - that he relocate the wolf to another safehouse, and was smarting from the blatant negation. Barnes was her problem; she was going to have to deal with it. Wonderful.
"I have to leave for work in a few hours. So I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone so I can get a nap before I go." She still didn't lift her eyes. "It's..." and how her teeth grated, "...been a long day."
"You could be a little frostier about it," Bucky says. When he moves across the room, it's with the grace of the predator even if he isn't the same type of predator than she is. He rarely feels the need for clothes, even now, and sits next to her on the couch.
"Do you get cold?" he asks, genuinely curious. "I always run hot because of what I am so everyone feels cold to me. I didn't realize you'd actually feel the cold though. Or is it more of a comfort thing, the fuzzy robe and the socks and the blankets?"
He hasn't ever lived with a vampire before. Sue him.
"What difference does it make to you?" Natalia knew she was being a little unfair; she hadn't bothered to stop him earlier, and he didn't really deserve the brunt of her temper. And it was definitely unfair to expect anything other than the slaking of a physical need, wasn't it.
She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Sorry, that...that was bitchy, wasn't it." Picking up her coffee mug, she took a long swallow of blood-laced tea, and gently closed her computer. "Yes, I feel the cold. Not as intensely as a human would, but I do feel heat or cold, either way." Natalia tucked her feet up beneath her, cradling the warm mug in both hands.
"Heat is worse, for vampires, but intense cold can make us slow and lethargic, almost like a reptile." Her lip twitched. "We share a lot of similarities with them, I suppose."
"I don't feel anything, really. I like the cold better, though. That's why all that time up in Siberia wasn't such a big deal to me. The wolf part of me is happy to roll around in the snow all day but it's frowned upon when you're a human."
Bucky reaches out and touches her hand, hoping that her desire not to spill her tea or break the mug will keep her from recoiling or slapping him.
"Did I hurt you? Before? I'm an asshole but I'm not that kind of asshole."
To her credit, Natalia didn't flinch away from the touch, though her grip on the cup did tighten, just a fraction. She gave a soft snort before answering, though. "No, James. You didn't hurt me." She looked down at the coffee table as she continued, "...I begged you for it, remember?" And how she hated herself for that right about now.
"But...probably best if we don't do that sort of anything anymore, yes? It's hard on the furniture, if nothing else." Her bedroom door was going to have to be replaced, given its sad condition. "And all that rampant violence clouds the mind, shorts out any and all good sense." Which was a luxury she really couldn't afford.
...even if leaning over to kiss those soft, soft lips was so tempting right now.
"It doesn't always have to be hard," Bucky says softly. "It just happened that way because we have so much...tension in here. But I'm not the kind of guy who always needs it that way. It doesn't have to be violent."
He has a soft spot for her, jailor and vampire aside, and while he chafes at her rules a lot of the time it doesn't mean he doesn't care about her. On the contrary - he cares more than he thought he did.
"I'll fix the door though. I shouldn't have broke it like that, doll. Just needed a little more from you than that door could handle."
If she didn't look at him, then the temptation was far less. Good plan. Therefore, Natalia kept her gaze on the rest of the room as she sipped her tea, still warm but not as scaldingly hot as she'd prefer it, right about now.
"That's...thank you," she said, instead. "There's a hardware store right down the street. Take my credit card, get whatever you need." And then pray God she could lock it and keep him out of her bed, although keeping him out of her mind was going to be a harder challenge.
"Fury's supposed to call soon, he mentioned something about a high-priority assignment in the pipeline." Hopefully focusing on that would help alleviate all of this...tension between them.
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Her hair was tangled, there was dried blood on her skin - and worse, she had no doubt - and her entire bedroom reeked of sex. God, it was galling. Natalia sat up gingerly, feeling her body twinge deliciously, but stubbornly ignored that tantalizing throb.
"I'm not your goddamn territory," she reminded him with a dark glower. "And this does not happen again, understand?"
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More than once, if he had his way.
"Want me to do anything while you're gone?"
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"I want you out of my bed," she snarled over her shoulder. And out of my fucking life, too, let's not forget that.. Not for the first time did she damn herself for taking that job for Captain-Please-Help-My-Bestie Rogers.
Thankfully her constitution was tougher than even she realized, and the vampire managed to make her way into the bathroom suite without stumbling. But God how she ached, and a brief inspection revealed her own sets of teethmarks, bruises, and scrapes; she looked as if she'd been in a fight with a dragon.
"No, just a fuckmothering werewolf," she snarled at herself under her breath. But she needed to clean up, get some synthesized plasma into her system, and forget that all of this had ever happened. ...somehow.
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"Pretty sure my blood's regenerated if you want a drink before you shower and everything. We shower, however you wanna do it, sweetheart."
Bucky knows that Natalia can barely stand him and that's made this even better than it could be. It'd be boring if it were sweet. He'd rather it be tense like this and hot like drawn wire.
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"You have your own damned shower across the hall," she pointed out. "I would suggest you make use of it."
Fighting the urge to snort, Natalia yanked open the shower's glass door and stepped in, closing it sharply behind her. The hot water felt delicious on her aching body, even though she felt her own blood working to repair things both inside and out. And God only knew what this wolf's blood would do to her; she'd have to analyze a sample later.
After she dealt with his snarky ass. Again.
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"You could invite me in, you know. Make sure you got all that nasty wolf smell off me."
He smirks while he says it and his laugh is low enough to almost sound like a bark over the rush of the water.
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"And why would I do that?" she snapped over a bare shoulder, scrubbing a lather-soaked loofah over her skin. "I draw the line at bathing you. You're a grown man, you should know how to do that yourself, at the least." She resolutely ignored the shiver of pure want that slid up her spine at the sound of that low, guttural laugh.
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And she is definitely his woman. He's determined now.
"Let me i-in," he sing-songs. "You won't regret it."
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"If I let you in," and she didn't bother even turning around as she spoke, "will you go away afterwards and leave me alone for an hour?" Although that "my women" comment definitely pricked her ire more than a little. This dog had such a rude awakening looming on the horizon.
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"Promise I just wanna get my hands on you for a little bit though. I'm a giver. Nice shower, couple orgasms, then I'll be out of your hair for a little while. Scout's honor. You know your skin turns pink when you come for me. Didn't know vampires could do that."
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"If you get in here, it's to get clean only. Hands off, mutt." Green eyes narrowed. "That's the rule. You don't touch me, I don't touch you. We share the soap and the hot water, then we go our separate ways." She wasn't about to sink deeper into this particular insanity. Not if she could help it.
"Understand?"
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He makes a point of pressing as close as he can to reach past her for the shampoo and while he's not touching her, he does think he's close enough to it to make her feel like he is anyway.
"Be easier if we helped each other, you know. Just saying."
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But she kept her back to his damnable smirk, shying away when he reached around her for the soap. "No, thank you," she promptly snapped, stepping all the way to the shower wall to let him have the spray. "Your 'help' comes with all manner of complications, and I've had quite enough."
She did unbend enough to shoot him a dark look over one pale wet shoulder, adding, "--and don't pretend you care, Barnes. I'm just a fuck for you, remember? Nothing more. So just leave it."
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It takes him aback a bit, the way she phrases it, and his normally-cocky facade drops for a moment in shock. He knows he's exposing himself with this but if there's something else there, he thinks they ought to have it out on the table.
He has the soap in his hand but he doesn't do anything with it, his eyes focused on her for a long moment. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.
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So she just kept her mouth shut, rather than literally waste her breath, but finally opted to grate out, "...are you done with the soap?" The sooner she could get out of his proximity, the quicker she could shove all of "this", whatever it was, under a bigger rock and pretend it didn't exist.
And then, tell her mentor that Barnes needed to be relocated to a different safehouse, because "this" was interfering with...well, everything.
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Bucky makes sure to say it casually and easy like he might with a dame in a club back when. Some of those memories are coming back to him the longer he spends time as a human and he was a cad, maybe, but he wasn't cold. He wasn't cruel. There was a warmth to him then.
"I like to do whatever a doll wants me to do."
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She tossed the soap back in the shower caddy, huffed to herself, both in frustration and in pique, then yanked open the shower's door and stepped out after snatching a towel. "Wash yourself," was her final directive before she wrapped the towel around her and stalked out of the bathroom.
Yep, she'd known that this had been such a bad idea.
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"You all right?" His wounds have healed to a shiny pink so he knows they're there and how they happened but they're soon going to be gone and there will be no memory of their little romp.
"Didn't mean to run you out."
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"I'm fine." Flat, uninviting, and precise. She'd already emailed Fury to ask - insist - that he relocate the wolf to another safehouse, and was smarting from the blatant negation. Barnes was her problem; she was going to have to deal with it. Wonderful.
"I have to leave for work in a few hours. So I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone so I can get a nap before I go." She still didn't lift her eyes. "It's..." and how her teeth grated, "...been a long day."
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"Do you get cold?" he asks, genuinely curious. "I always run hot because of what I am so everyone feels cold to me. I didn't realize you'd actually feel the cold though. Or is it more of a comfort thing, the fuzzy robe and the socks and the blankets?"
He hasn't ever lived with a vampire before. Sue him.
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She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Sorry, that...that was bitchy, wasn't it." Picking up her coffee mug, she took a long swallow of blood-laced tea, and gently closed her computer. "Yes, I feel the cold. Not as intensely as a human would, but I do feel heat or cold, either way." Natalia tucked her feet up beneath her, cradling the warm mug in both hands.
"Heat is worse, for vampires, but intense cold can make us slow and lethargic, almost like a reptile." Her lip twitched. "We share a lot of similarities with them, I suppose."
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Bucky reaches out and touches her hand, hoping that her desire not to spill her tea or break the mug will keep her from recoiling or slapping him.
"Did I hurt you? Before? I'm an asshole but I'm not that kind of asshole."
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"But...probably best if we don't do that sort of anything anymore, yes? It's hard on the furniture, if nothing else." Her bedroom door was going to have to be replaced, given its sad condition. "And all that rampant violence clouds the mind, shorts out any and all good sense." Which was a luxury she really couldn't afford.
...even if leaning over to kiss those soft, soft lips was so tempting right now.
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He has a soft spot for her, jailor and vampire aside, and while he chafes at her rules a lot of the time it doesn't mean he doesn't care about her. On the contrary - he cares more than he thought he did.
"I'll fix the door though. I shouldn't have broke it like that, doll. Just needed a little more from you than that door could handle."
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"That's...thank you," she said, instead. "There's a hardware store right down the street. Take my credit card, get whatever you need." And then pray God she could lock it and keep him out of her bed, although keeping him out of her mind was going to be a harder challenge.
"Fury's supposed to call soon, he mentioned something about a high-priority assignment in the pipeline." Hopefully focusing on that would help alleviate all of this...tension between them.
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