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My hand was wrapped around my father's arm, the train of my beautiful white gown flowing behind me as we slowly walked towards the entrance.
»Are you sure you want to do this?«, Bucky had asked softly.
»I am... Why wouldn't I be...«, I had replied. »I love Steve...«
»I am so proud of you, princess«, my father beamed but I simply couldn't return his smile.
»Is everything alright?«, he then asked when he saw my face.
»Yes, thanks, I guess I'm just a little nervous«, I lied, curving my lips upwards slightly.
»Well then, let's do this«, he grinned, pushed open the doors to the church open and guarded me inside.
»He's cheating on you«, Bucky had said.
I raised my head to look towards the end of the long aisle. And there stood Steve, my fiancé, a beautiful smile gracing his lips when our eyes met.
He looked absolutely gorgeous in his light suit.
But I couldn't keep our eye contact longer than two seconds.
Not after what Bucky had told me.
»No... You're lying, Buck... Tell me you're lying...«, I had replied.
Bucky had let out a small sigh. »I'm so sorry, Doll... Should've told you earlier and not the night before the wedding...«
»Why would he-«, I had stuttered, tears had already started building up in my eyes.
Bucky wouldn't lie to me. He had always been Steve's best friend. Although Steve had chosen my brother to be his best man.
»With Sharon... Started a few months ago... I caught them in your apartment when I wanted to bring over some stuff«, Bucky had explained.
My heart ached.
I had trusted Steve.
»He begged me not to tell you, said it wouldn't happen again...«, he had mumbled.
»But it did, didn't it?«, I had sobbed, tears streaming down my face.
Bucky had pulled me into his arms, placed a soft kiss on my head.
»I'm so sorry, Doll...«
My father and I had reached the end of the aisle where he carefully handed me to Steve.
»You look so beautiful«, Steve whispered but his words only caused my heart to clench.
Je held my hands in his, studying my face.
Should I just run away?
I moved my head, looking over to the door.
And there was Bucky, wearing a black suit, leaned against the doorframe.
His eyes were locked to mine as he shook his head slowly, mouthing the words »Don't do it«.
»I felt like I had to tell you... Especially because you were so nervous«, Bucky had whispered against my neck as he had held me tightly. »I'd usually say cold feet are normal, but in this case... I want you to be happy...«
»But Steve's your best friend...«, I had snivelled.
»He is, but he's also a stupid idiot«, he had replied, his hand caressing my back. »And I can't let you marry this stupid idiot because you deserve better, so, so much better than this.«
»Look at me«, Steve muttered softly just before the priest began saying his words.
But I wasn't listening.
My eyes were still locked onto Bucky.
The dark haired man gave me another pleading look before turning around and walking out of the church.
»Babe«, I heard Steve say quietly.
»But the wedding is tomorrow... I can't just call it off...«, I had pondered.
»Of course you can... Please...«, Bucky had mumbled, his metal hand resting against the back of my head. »Please don't marry Steve...«
»But I have to...«
I realized the whole church was looking at me.
»Madam, your vows... Please«, the priest said and I sucked in a sharp breath.
How long had I dozed off that it was already time for my vows?
»Babe?«, Steve asked softly.
Finally, I looked up into his eyes. The eyes I had trusted all this time. The eyes that had comforted me so often. The eyes of a liar.
»I can't do this...«, I mumbled.
»What?!«, Steve uttered and the whole crowd gasped. »What do you mean you can't do this?«
»I mean I can't do this«, I replied, grabbed my huge skirt and ran towards the exit.
»Babe, wait!«, I heard Steve yell but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't even want to ever face him again.
I came to halt outside the church, not knowing where to go. What was I even thinking, running out with no plan?
»Hop in, Doll!«, Bucky's voice interrupted my thoughts.
My hear turned around as I saw him sitting in his car, engine running, the door to his driver's seat open wide.
»You're a life saver«, I sighed and quickly sat down in the car, just as I saw Steve exit the church.
»Babe, wait!«, he yelled but frowned as he saw whose car I was in.
I quickly shut the door and put my seatbelt on. »Drive.«
»BUCKY!«, Steve growled, running up to the car.
But Bucky was quicker.
He stepped on the gas, kickstarting his car.
And within mere seconds, Steve was out of sight.
»Didn't think you'd be the type for a runaway, Doll«, Bucky chuckled.
»Stop being cocky, I just left my fiancé standing at the altar.«
But somehow, I couldn't repress a grin either.
»Kinda feels good, to be honest«, I admitted after we had brought a few miles between the church and us.
»I'm glad you did it... Would've only been worse if you'd found out after the wedding«, Bucky said, eyes glued to the street.
»Where are we going?«, I asked as I watched fields and trees and houses pass.
»I don't know yet«, he admitted with a small chuckle.
»Then surprise me, Mr Barnes«, I grinned.
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A couple hours later the two of us were checking in at a run-down motel near the highway.
»Will this be your honeymoon?«, the old man at the reception asked with a nice smile, pointing at my wedding gown.
»No, she's a runaway bride and I'm her driver«, Bucky winked as he took the keys.
»Oh, I understand. Have fun«, the man laughed as Bucky and I headed towards our room.
»I guess we'll have to share«, Bucky uttered when we noticed the single bed.
»I mean if that's the only room available it'll do«, I shrugged, throwing my heels to the side.
»Not to speculate or anything but I think this isn't the only room. He probably just wants us to share a bed«, Bucky chuckled as he took off his jacket and put it on one of the chairs.
»Yes, what a sweet wingman«, I giggled and sat down on our shared bed.
»You do look gorgeous in that dress«, Bucky muttered earnestly.
»Thank you, Bucky...«, I mumbled, carefully stroking the beautiful fabric.
»Steve doesn't deserve you, Doll...«
»Can we... Can we not talk about Steve, please?«, I whispered, eyes locked onto my hands, only to notice the big diamond ring that was still on my finger.
Slowly, I pulled it off.
»You know what?«, I muttered, taking a last close look at the ring. »I'm gonna throw this away. I don't like it anymore.«
»That's probably for the best«, Bucky sighed. »In the meantime, I'm gonna get us some alcohol.«
I nodded and Bucky walked out the door while I got up and stepped into the bathroom.
After I let out a deep breath, I opened the toilet seat and dropped the ring into the water. My fingers weren't even trembling when I flushed the toilet.
It only felt empowering.
I went over to the sink to clean up my face when I heard Bucky return.
»I got us some whiskey!«, he announced and I walked back to him. He had unbuttoned his shirt a little and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked stunning.
A slight smirk graced his lips as he showed me the two bottles in his hands.
»Those look like the worst bottles of whiskey I had ever seen«, I giggled.
»They better be, Harold sold me both for ten dollars«, Bucky grinned.
»His name is Harold?«, I asked.
»No. I mean, I don't know. He just looks like a Harold«, Bucky replied and gave me a wink.
»He sure does«, I laughed, took one of the bottles and sat down on the bed. »Come here, Buckaroo.«
He grinned and sat down next to me, opening his whiskey. »Cheers, Doll.«
»Cheers«, I replied, opened my bottle too and we both took a sip.
»That's actually good«, I muttered, surprised that I didn't feel like I've been poisoned.
Bucky nodded. »True, true... So, what are we planning to do next?«
»Getting drunk«, I said drily.
»Yeah, obviously, but after that?«, Bucky answered as he drank more of the whiskey.
»We'll see«, I winked at him.
Only a few drops of whiskey had me getting tipsy. Granted, I hadn't eaten much that day, but the drink itself was exceptionally strong.
Bucky, on the contrary, had nearly emptied half of his bottle, without showing any sign of being drunk.
So we sat there and talked, talked about our childhoods, our families and what things we wanted to do in our lives.
It was nice talking to him. He was a good listener, maybe even the best. Occasionally, he cheered me up with his cheeky remarks.
Bucky really made me feel at ease.
»You know, you're right, he doesn't deserve me«, I whispered after some time, both of us had emptied our bottles. I was quite drunk and even Bucky was getting a little tipsy.
»I thought we wouldn't talk about Steve«, Bucky reminded me.
»Yes... But he was so angry when we just ran away... Kinda felt good, letting him be the stupid one«, I admitted.
Bucky shifted on the bed and put his bottle to the side. »Doll, I should tell you something. But you have to promise me not to run away again, alright?«, he mumbled.
I looked over to him, gave him a small smile and nodded slightly.
Bucky let out a deep breath and looked to the ground. »Steve and I... Well... We haven't been getting along that well in the past weeks«, he told me. My eyebrows furrowed. »And it's not just because I caught him cheating.«
»Well, what else is there?«, I asked softly and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
»I told Steve not to marry you, well, because...«, Bucky began but stopped.
»Because...?«, I followed up.
»Because I've had feelings for you... For quite a while actually«, Bucky mumbled.
My eyes went wide. »Feelings? For me?«
»Yes. And I couldn't let him treat you like that... As I said, I want you to be happy«, he whispered.
My heart began beating faster. Why was my heart beating this fast?
»Why are you telling me this now?«, I questioned softly.
»I mean, I told you about Steve and Sharon, might as well come clean about everything «, Bucky uttered.
I let out a soft sigh. »When did that start? Your feelings, I mean...«
Somehow it didn't feel the slightest bit strange. Somehow, it felt nice.
»Couple years ago... But I didn't dare to tell you, you've always been Steve's girl and he would've snapped me in half if I had made a move on you«, Bucky said.
My thoughts were overwhelming. I didn't quite know why, but hearing Bucky say those things felt damn good.
»I told myself those feelings would just go away... But then they didn't.«
»Buck...«, I mumbled, looking into his eyes softly.
»I'm sorry, I know, that's just crazy... If you want me to go, I can... I'll sleep in the car«, he stammered.
»Please, stay...«, I just answered as my eyes went down to his lips. And I got the undeniable urge to just lean forward and kiss him.
»Doll?«, he whispered.
His lips looked so soft.
And to be honest, I had always felt attracted to him. He was a very handsome man, after all.
I looked back up into his stunning blue eyes and raised my hands to cup his face.
»Doll, what are you-«, he began but I just interrupted him by pulling his lips on mine.
Bucky let out a small, surprised gasp but it didn't take him long to kiss me back.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close and his lips moved against mine as if the world depended on it.
I sighed into the kiss and my fingers entangled in his beautiful dark hair.
Kissing him felt right. Like finally coming home.
His right hand went up to my neck to pull me even closer to him and I had to keep myself from moaning into the kiss. Bucky truly was a phenomenal kisser.
He softly bit onto my lower lip and I opened my mouth, letting him slip his tongue inside.
Although I knew I was drunk, I felt more sober than ever. His lips, his tongue, his hands, they took me to heaven.
I had to break the kiss to gasp for air. I had nearly forgotten to breathe.
»God, you are so beautiful«, Bucky rasped, his right hand playing with my hair.
»Says you«, I replied just before his lips crashed onto mine again, causing both of us to fall down onto the bed, him on top of me.
Quickly, the kiss got a lot more steamy and I already felt myself getting wet. I couldn't believe the effects Bucky had on me. Compared to this, Steve and I had nothing.
His lips left my mouth to trail down to my neck, kissing softly. My fingers grabbed his hair. When he began sucking on my neck, I couldn't help but moan his name.
His lips found mine again and he began kissing me harder. My hands reached down to the buttons of his shirt to open them slowly.
This may have been the worst day of my life, but I never felt this good.
After a while, I had managed to take off his shirt and I threw it to the side. My fingers went down to his belt and began opening it slowly while I kissed him harder.
Bucky stopped.
»Are you sure you want this? Because I sure do and I won't be able to hold back any longer if you keep kissing me like that«, he grunted.
»I want this«, I purred. »I want you.«
And with that, I kissed him again, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.
Bucky groaned into the kiss and pinned me down onto the bed.
»I think we should take off that dress, Doll«, he murmured into my ear as his hands reached to my back to open the dress.
I stood up and Bucky began kissing my shoulders as his fingers began undoing my dress. It didn't take him long until the gown was on the floor, leaving me in my beautiful white lingerie.
»You look so beautiful, Doll«, Bucky whispered in between of the tiny kisses he left on my skin.
»You know you drive me crazy, right?«, I sighed as I buried my fingers in his hair.
»I sure hope I do«, he just replied and picked me up, just to throw me back down onto the bed again.
I moaned as his metal fingers began circling my clit. The cool feeling of the vibranium made me shiver under his touch. »Kiss me«, I begged softly and not a second later his lips were on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.
Bucky slowly pushed my panties aside and two fingers inside my aching cunt, causing me to squirm. He broke the kiss just to look at me, his blue eyes studying my face.
»You're so wet, Doll... So good and wet just for me«, he chuckled low and I could help but whine out. His vibranium fingers fucked me in a steady rhythm while his other hand cupped my cheek.
»So pretty«, he smirked.
»Bucky...«, I moaned.
»What is it, Doll?«, Bucky asked softly as his fingers kept pushing in and out of me.
»Fuck me... Please...«, I begged as I pulled down his boxers, exposing his hardened dick.
»Whatever you wish for«, he mumbled as he undressed me completely.
He threw my lingerie into a corner and began stroking his cock slowly.
»Stop teasing«, I breathed against his neck before kissing and biting his soft skin.
Bucky nodded and spread my legs further, pushing his dick into me slowly.
A low groan escaped his lips and I pulled him into a kiss, hungry and needy.
He began moving, pulling out almost completely before ramming back in. I moaned into the kiss, my fingernails scratching lines into his back.
»God, you feel so good«, he groaned and began thrusting into me faster, hitting my sweet spot every time.
My brain had long stopped working so phrasing proper sentences didn't work for me. All that left my mouth were moans and his name.
Bucky pinned my wrists down above my head with one hand while the other one lifted up my hips to fuck me at a different angle.
I didn't know whether it was because of tbe alcohol or because he was just so damn good at what he was doing, but I already felt my orgasm approaching.
»Bucky, I'm coming«, I moaned loudly, my legs already beginning to shake.
»Come for me, Doll«, he ordered and just by that, my walls clenched and I came all around his dick.
Bucky brought me through my high perfectly before he pulled out.
»Feeling better?«, he grinned and I nodded.
Bucky lay down next to me so I crawled down, taking his throbbing dick into my mouth.
»Oh god...«, Bucky groaned when I swirled my tongue around his tip. He began thrusting into my mouth and I gagged a little.
»You're so good, doll, doing it so well«, he whispered as his fingers entangled in my hair, guiding my head up and down as I hollowed my cheeks
With some time his moans and groans got louder and his thrusts more and more erratic.
»I'm coming, Doll«, he warned just before I felt hot streams of semen dripping down my throat.
I swallowed everything and licked along my lips after he pulled out.
»You're incredible«, Bucky breathed as he stroked my cheek softly.
I planted a kiss on his lips. »That was the best sex of my life«, I admitted.
»Then maybe we should do this more often...«