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“Are you almost ready?” You called from the bathroom, as you finished up the last touches of your make-up. You had one of Tony’s parties to attend, and the both of you were running very late. Though you were not particularly interested in attending a Stark party.
“Just one second, doll!” Bucky called back. You rolled your eyes at the statement.
You took a step back and examined yourself in the mirror. Happy with your appearance, you smoothed the creases in your dress.
“How do I look?” You asked, as you stepped out of the bathroom.
Bucky, who was running his hands through his hair, glanced back at you in the mirror. A smirk formed on his face. “Beautiful, doll.” He turned to face you. “And me?”
You looked him up and down. “You look good..” It was true. In the black pants, black dress shirt and with a clean shaven face and trimmed hair, he was beautiful. But, you were feeling playful.
Bucky raised a brow. “You don’t seem so sure.”
“What about..” You turned and walked over to your closet behind you. You rifled through the hangers until you pulled out an empty one. Then you faced your husband. “This.”
“What?”
You crossed the room and pressed the hanger into his hands. “You should wear this.”
His eyes went wide, and then his face flushed. “You’re crazy. There’s nothing there.”
“Exactly.” You winked at him. You looped your arms around his neck.
His hands travelled down to your hips. “That is my favorite dress..”
“Why do you think I picked it out, darling?” Your voice was silky.
“But after that comment, I might just have to rip it off of you.” He pressed himself close. You could feel his clothed erection against you.
You leaned up and kissed him once. Then, you said, “Rip it with care, love.”
What did it matter, if you went to Stark’s party anyway? He had one at every opportunity he could find. There would be more to come.