XV

                                    

                                          
Nicole's Point of View
                          
Three months had passed. We had been here in the hotel for three months but it might as well have been years. I kept expecting Hydra to find us and try to kill us again. I had been constantly looking out for anyone that seemed out of the ordinary. I had also been trying to get in contact with Fury to find out where he was and where we could meet. I had been waiting and still had no response. I started to worry that maybe Hydra had gotten to them and had taken them out already. They were more important than I was, but Bucky was valuable as well. 
                          
I sat in the living room on my laptop searching for anything in the area that would lead me to a Hydra. Everyone about S.H.I.E.L.D. had been released to the public so I could go through those. I found quickly that going to any of the safe houses would be suicide. They would either already be destroyed or taken over and ransacked. 
                          
As I continued searching I heard Bucky come through the door. He had taken to working out in the hotel gym because he wanted to stay in shape and be ready to fight. Although he was more fit than I was because Hydra had made him that way, he said he used it to keep his mind busy. I was too busy on my laptop to notice that he had come in. 
                          
"Hey Bucky," I said not looking up form my laptop. 
                          
"Hey," he said. I heard go into the refrigerator. "Find anything yet?"    
                          
I sighed and closed the laptop. "No not yet." I looked up at him and had to stop myself from gawking at him. He had his shirt slung around his neck and just his jeans on. He was a lot more muscled than I had thought. His abs were toned and he had a v line that was to die for. 
                          
"Uh Nicole," he said.
                          
"Yeah sorry, what were you saying?" I asked. 
                          
"I was asking if you tried contacting anyone other than Fury," he said. 
                          
"No, I haven't because I don't know how much they can help," I said. 
                          
"Okay. I'm gonna go shower off then," he said and began walking away. "By the way, I would appreciate you not gawking over me when I'm shirtless," he said with a wink and a smile. 
                          
"I was not gawking!" I yelled as he left the room. 
                          
He came back out about fifteen minutes later, with a shirt on to my relief. I was on the couch watching some stupid movie on the television. He came and sat next to me and slung his arm around me. I leaned into him and felt comfortable. We had gotten over the whole touching each other thing, and it seemed natural for us to be close together now. 
                          
"These movies are so stupid. Of course she's gonna end up with the other guy," I commented. 
                          
"Why even watch it then?" He said smirking at me.
                          
"Cause there's nothing else to do," I said bored. 
                          
He was quiet for a moment before saying,"Nicole there is something that I wanted to do that I haven't done in a while." He bit his lip as he said this. 
                          
"Well what is it?" I asked and sat cross legged looking at him. He looked nervous and before I could ask why he leaned in and realized what was happening. He kissed me and it wasn't like I he expected it to be. It was soft and tentative as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing. We broke apart after a moment. 
                          
"Sorry," he said looking embarrassed. "I've just been thinking a lot about you and how I feel and I couldn't explain it to you and I thought this would be best," he said and rubbed his hand through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.
                          
"Was that the first time you kissed someone since the forties Bucky?" I asked him. 
                          
"Well being brainwashed and made to kill doesn't leave me much time for romance does it?" He replied with a smile.
                          
"Well how about we fix that then," I said and had a wicked idea going through my head. 
                          
"How are you planning on doing this exactly," he said raising his eyebrows at me
                          
"Follow me," I said. I grabbing his hand. I was lying to myself if I the thought hadn't crossed my mind prior to this moment. With all the sleepless nights that we shared and the ones that we shared in each other's bed, the thought was inevitable. I wanted him, in a way so primal that no words were able to explain it properly. I wanted him so deeply that there would be no difference between his body and mind. I wanted him, and that was exactly what I planned on getting in this moment. 
                          
I led him into the bedroom and turned to face him. I reached up and held the side of his face in my hands. He leaned into ever so slightly before looking into my eyes. For the first time there was something else in them. I could see lust and desire hidden behind them. Although the amount of physical interactions we had in the past were brief, he was still a man under all the mess that was in his head. 
                          
I leaned up and kissed him, slow at first, his hands moving up my waist to cradle my face in his hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me and in that moment everything else seemed to face away. There was no Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D. in the hotel. No, here it was only Bucky and I. 
                          
Something in his seemed to change. He was usually so careful, so gentle, but in this moment, he seemed to be letting go of everything that had weighed him down for the last century. He started to kiss down my neck and I couldn't help but bite my lip in anticipation. I pulled him back up to my lips and took a few steps back until my legs tapped the bed. 
                          
I sat down and leaned back as he climbed on top. He was still making his way down my neck, until he reached the collar of my shirt. He looked up at me, and I just nodded. As he leaned up, I pulled up my top revealing a black bra. Not the most sexy thing in the world, but better than a sports bra, I supposed. He looked at me a moment, before I reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him. 
                          
I leaned back, the feeling of his body press against mine as he kissed me, slower and deeper, before making his way down my neck. As he reached the edge of my bra, I felt his hands slide down my back. The coolness of his metal arm, contrasting the heat of his left arm. I traced my hands down his chest, feeling every inch of muscle that he had on him. 
                          
If it was going to be anyone to have this night with, it was going to be him.