“I said sit.” Bucky gazes up at you as you hover over him. His hand rested on either side of your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your bare skin. “Come on, I’ll be fine.”

You often find yourself into Bucky’s bed, sharing moments together without a label except friends with benefits. The thrill of hiding your… situationship from the rest of the Avengers is what draws the two of you together.

The two of you needed a sensual relationship to satisfy your natural human needs. The clarity the two of you shared was a drug to you.

“I can hold my breath for long periods of time and my neck is elevated. You are fine.” He warmly smiles to reassure you. He rubs your thighs to soothe your worries. “I’ve got you.”