16 Chapter Sixteen

*Smut warning

Riss could feel the bed shaking lightly. The lack of light had her momentarily confused. Why was their bed shaking?

It was three in the morning. Bucky's soft whimpers got the girl's attention.

"Don't hurt her." He whispers to himself. He's having a nightmare. His shoulders shook lightly as he clawed at the pillow underneath him.

"Bucky?" She asks. She shakes his shoulder lightly, making him freak out more.

"Please. Take me instead." He begged.

"Bucky." She tries again. She shakes him more, hoping that would wake him up.

His light blue eyes fly open, but this blue was different. It was hallowed. His metal arm came flying towards her, blurring with the motion. In one swift movement, he'd lifted her off the bed, throwing her against the wall. A small cry left Riss's throat as her back hit the wall before she slid down to the floor. She landed harshly, careful not to stick her arm out to catch herself.

She could hear his labored breathing. "Carissa?" He asks the girl. He was confused. Where had Hydra gone? Where did Carissa come from?

"Yeah?" She squeaks out painfully.

"What's wrong?" He asks, noticing the girl's tone.

"You threw me into the wall." She replies. This looked all too familiar to the both of them. She remembered vividly the first time he'd thrown her and he'd never stopped reliving it.

"Fuck." He mumbles. He struggles against the sheets; She knew he was tangled in them from his previous panic. He finally forced himself out of the sheets, eventually getting frustrated and ripping them apart down the middle.

He rushed over to her, crouching down to the floor. "Are you okay?" He asks. His hand moves to cup the girl's cheek.

She flinches. "Yeah." She replies. "Are you?"

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, pulling his hand back. He ignores the question.

"No. I'm fine. Are you okay, Bucky?" She asks again.

"Can you get up?"

"Yeah, I can get up. What was the nightmare about?" She keeps trying to change the subject.

"I don't want to talk about it. I want to make sure you're okay." He replies. She didn't want to push the subject of the nightmare, but she also knew the subject needed to be changed. He'll be apologizing for this for the next week, she was sure of it. That's what happened last time. He didn't mean to hurt her. Bucky hated himself for it. He'd never, in his right mind, lay a hand on the girl.

"They were going away. What happened?" Carissa asks.

Bucky sighed. "Can we get off the floor now?"

"Sure we ca-" Before she really finished, Bucky lifted her off the floor in one swift motion. He stood, walking both of them to the bed.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, still holding her in his lap. They sat at the edge of the bed.

"I told you, I'm okay." She told him.

"I'm still sorry. I don't mean to hurt you." Bucky tells the girl. He rubs her back softly, holding her close to him.

"I know. Which is why it's okay." She knew he would never hurt her.

He sighed. His baby blue eyes went back to normal. They were slightly glossy as his right hand came up, stroking her cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispers again. He presses his lips to hers before she could tell him she was fine again.

"Stop apologizing." She replies when he pulls away.

"I love you, Carissa." He whispers.

Her eyes snap open. "What?" She asks.

"I said I love you, Carissa." He repeats.

She blinks at him. She watches as the regret filled his face. "Never mind, I shouldn't have-" He starts.

"I love you, too, Bucky." She whispers. She didn't mean to hesitate; it just wasn't something she hadn't been expecting.

Bucky smiles, the moonlight through the window lighting his face up slightly.

"Marry me, Carissa."

The words got caught up in her throat. "What?" She asks.

"I love you. Marry me, Carissa." He repeats.

"Bucky..."

"I have lost so much, given up so much. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to go anywhere. I don't want to have to give you up. You've lost so much, so many people so quickly. I want to promise that I won't leave." He whispered. She looks away, staring at the ripped-up sheets on the bed. There were better ways those sheets could've been ruined, ripped even. But now wasn't the time, Carissa.

"Yes." She whispers, still looking away from him.

"Yes?" He asks.

"I'll marry you." She agrees. "But, not now."

"Obviously." He replies, smiling. "Let's wait a year and see."

"Okay." She agrees.

"Okay." He repeats. He let go of her, leaning over to his bedside table. He opens the drawer, pulling out a velvet box.

"Did you plan this?" She asks.

He shakes his head. "Not this. I wanted to do it better. I had a restaurant picked out, I had plans with Wanda and Peter to make it perfect but..."

"When the right time comes, you can't ignore it." She finishes for Bucky. "Your plans were perfect but I would've preferred this." She admits.

Bucky forces a smile. "You deserved the big plans. You deserve better."

"Don't start." She whines. She unwraps her arms from around Bucky's neck. "Are you gonna put the ring in my finger or not?"

This time Bucky actually smiles. "Of course, doll."

He slides the round diamond ring down her ring finger. He smiles up at her, leaning into her.

Carissa meets him half way, capturing each other in a passionate kiss. Their kiss soon grew heated as Carissa ran her hands through his hair. Bucky placed his hand on her waist, squeezing. She moaned into him and he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. He pulled her closer to him by her waist, setting her gently on his lap as his right hand cupped her face. She wiggled her hips lightly, teasing him and smirking into the kiss. Bucky groaned from underneath her. Riss tugged at his hair once again and that was all he needed to lose the last ounce of control he had.

Bucky dropped Carissa onto the bed, mesmerized by the way the moonlight cascaded across her bare chest. He lightly touched his fingertip to her naked skin, tracing lightly across her hardened nipple. She arched into his touch, but he pushed her lightly back to the bed.

"Wait." He warned her in a raspy voice. She whimpered in response and Bucky smirked. His light touches traced around her other nipple before gliding gracefully down her cleavage. She hissed as she felt his left hand slowly glide down her right side. He gripped her waist carefully, looking deep into her eyes. She nodded quickly before he placed a hand on her thigh. He lowered himself down in between her legs as she grew further more impatient. She arched her back again, making Bucky glare at her. He held her down around her waist with her metal arm as his flesh fingers slowly slid between her folds. She could barely contain herself, her hand going to cover her mouth quickly.

"Come on, baby. Let it out." Bucky told her as he licked a stripe between her folds. Carissa all but screamed, placing her right hand in his hair again as he continued.

"Shit." She cursed as his tongue made its way to her clit. He slowly inserted a flesh finger, making her whimper and moan under him.

"That's a good girl. I wanna hear you." He mumbled into her as he added another finger.

"Shit. I'm fucking close." She warned as she arched her back again. Bucky seized all movement.

"Hey-" She squeaked. She was cut off by the metal hand being wrapped around her throat.

"Shut up." He ordered.

"Yes, Sarge." She replied. Bucky smirked down at her as he lined himself up, his grip tightening.

"Beg." He ordered her. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Bucky-" She was cut off by his hand tightening.

"Try again."

"Sarge- sarge, please-" She whimpered, moving her hips to be closer to him.

Bucky leaned down to her. "Good girl." He whispered in her ear as he slammed into her. Carissa let out a silent scream, arching her back, almost begging for more. "Oh, you dirty slut. More?" Bucky teased.

Carissa nodded helplessly, grinding up into him to get him to move. Bucky laughed at her, squeezing her throat again.

"I love you, Carissa." He whispered into her ear as he set a brutal pace.

He released her neck, placing light kisses here and there as he continued to thrust into her. Her legs were shaking and all she could do was cry out his name. She panted and whimpered underneath him, a sight he could never get tired of.

A sight neither could ever grow tired of.

Her phone starts ringing from her bedside table. They both sigh. They'd been laying in bed for about twenty minutes now, examining the marks they'd both made on each other.

"I'll answer that, you make the bed." She tells Bucky, pulling herself up from their bed. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" She asks into the phone.

"Rogers. We need to meet. I'll see you soon."

"Fury?" She asks. The line dies, but he hadn't answered. Time for work, apparently. She turns to Bucky, who frowns. She shrugs at him. He knew the deal. It wasn't his first rodeo with a Rogers. She pulls back the comforter on their bed, patting his spot beside her. He just looks at her.

"Fury." She explains. "It's time to go to work."

Bucky pouts like a child being told they couldn't have candy. He sits on the bed, finally, pulling Riss into his lap. He holds her for a minute before laying the two of them down gently.

The sunlight shun through the window. She and Bucky were still intertwined with each other, as well as the sheets. She placed a hand on his chest, calling his name.

"Bucky." Her soft voice calls.

"Five more minutes." He replies, pulling her closer.

She laughs, pushing down on his chest to prop herself up. "I have to get up, remember?" She asks.

Bucky groans, turning to face her. "I know." He replies. She strokes his cheek gently before leaning into him. Bucky had a bad habit of quickly becoming distracting as he held her in place beside him. Hesitantly, she pushed him away.

"I have to go." She whispers. He nods, finally opening his eyes.

"I'll see you in a few days, Peach." He tells her.

She wasn't given a location as to where to meet Fury but that was more or less normal. She pulled her phone out to dial the number from the night before.

On the second ring, someone came up behind her. They grabbed her wrist, sending her into a panic.

"Carissa Rogers, you're under arrest." A deep voice says behind her.

"What?" She asks.

They leaned into her. "Relax." They whispered into her ear. "We work for Fury."

She wasn't sure whether to comply or put up a fight. They just arrested her in public; Fury wouldn't want the attention.

She was forced into a car, being proven wrong.

"Cuffs and all?" Fury asks. "Not what I was going for, but close enough."

"What's going on?" Carissa asks. She didn't know what had just happened.

"Call the boyfriend, tell him you've been picked up and won't be back for a few days." Fury tells the girl.

"What?" She asks. Bucky had known she would be gone for a few days before she'd left. She looked around the car. The car had limo tinting, so you couldn't see inside. Like a limo, there was a slider so they had privacy. Her cuffs were digging into her wrists as well as the leather seating underneath her as she sa across from Fury, her back to the window.

"You're under arrest, Carissa." Fury replies. "But the Winter Soldier wouldn't stand for that."

He was right. The second Bucky knew she was arrested (again) he'd come after everyone. Riss took another look around the fancy vehicle. She knew Fury, she knew this wasn't right.

She wasn't being arrested; she knew that much. But what she didn't know is that it only got worse from here.

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