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Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Nine

A/N : 🚫 MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBODEN

The shit hits the fan in this one. Angst, drinking, bathroom counter sex, Y/N's on a downward spiral, Bucky being protective and the aftercare king that he is. The threat of sexual violence, thoughts of redrum. Famial angst. I'm sorry that it took me so long and I'm sorry that it's so long (no, I'm really not sorry about that second part) Happy Reading, Everyone!!! Likes, hearts, reblogs and comments are always welcome!!! Much love ❤

Bucky's POV:

I barely make it into my apartment, I'm weak from the punishing workout I just put myself through. My apartment is empty again. Rebecca left as if she'd never even been here. I feel a flash of regret that we didn't have the time to catch up with each other. Hell, I'd have settled for a cup of cheap coffee and some quality time. My head is wrapped up in my all consuming thoughts about Y/N, it probably would have been a waste of time. I could have used Rebecca's womanly advice on how to deal with Y/N. She's a woman acting like a girl, a spoiled brat with the heart, mind and body of a woman and I've never felt like this about anyone else in my entire life.

I drink some water and refill it as I reach for my phone. I see that I have a dozen missed calls from Clarence. He usually never calls me unless something is wrong. I quickly call him back and start pacing.

"Where in the hell have you been, Barnes?" His sharp tone throws me off. Something has to be completely wrong for him to lash out at me.

"I was in the gym working out. I left my phone in my apartment. What's going on? Is everything OK with Y/N?"

"I'd say no."

"Talk to me." I grasp the edge of the counter and hold my breath, bracing myself for whatever happens next.

"Make yourself presentable. Don't bother getting ready for your shift tonight. You've got the night off. I'll see you shortly."

"Wha-"

Before I can ask him what happened, he hangs up on me.

"What in the fuck," I mutter to myself.

If something happened to Y/N, he'd tell me right away. I take some comfort in that and head towards my bedroom to clean up. I take a quick shower, dress in black jeans and a t shirt and pace like a caged animal until Clarence shows up at my door.

"Are you going to let me in on what's happening?" I ask the instant that I see him.

I step to the side as he slips past me. He seems to be very relaxed and casual as he walks across my living room and stops to stare out my windows that overlook the city. Jesus, this is frustrating. I'm ready to go straight to the source and get answers from Y/N personally. I need to tell her something anyway.

"Her view is better," Clarence says with his back still turned towards me.

"She's the First Daughter."

He slowly turns around, looking at me with a stony glare. "You're goddamn right she is."

I swallow the lump in my throat because I don't like the way that he's looking at me. If I didn't know better, I'd think that he knew that I was fucking Y/N at every opportunity. I refuse to play dumb so I stay silent. If he knows something, I'll let him say his piece.

"You know that Y/N is like a daughter to me, right?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and he stares unwavering at me.

He looks down at his shiny black leather shoes and back towards me. "Are you sleeping with her?"

Shit.

Clarence and I don't bullshit each other but his blatant accusation completely throws me off my game.

My first instinct is to lie and save my own ass, but I just stand there, frozen in fear. My silence speaks volumes when realization dawns on him.

"Godfuckingdamnit," he mutters as he turns his back to me again.

I shove a hand in my hair and down my face. My behavior has zero excuses and Clarence will never understand my reasons why and I don't know how to explain it to him.

I should explain that I fucked up. Own my mistakes. I find myself thinking of excuses but they all sound weak and pitiful. But I regret nothing. The truth is, Y/N means the world to me.

"I care about her too, you know."

He turns back around to face me, his expression kinder. "I know that you do. I'm not blind. She may have been oblivious to the way that you look at her these past few months, but I wasn't. Remember, it's our job to read people's intentions before they have any chance to act on it."

I flinch because I wasn't aware that it was so obvious to Clarence this whole time.

"If you knew about us this whole time why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I didn't think that you'd be stupid enough to act on your feelings. You're paid to protect her, Barnes. What in the hell were you thinking to let things go this far?"

I drop my head, shame overcoming me.

"There's not a thing that I could say to make you understand. I thought I was protecting her. She's slowly going out of control. You know that."

He points at me, his frown deepening. "So your solution was to take her to bed? You think that you can control her with a secret relationship that risks every single person in this administration? You're going to lose your job and she's going to be branded with a scarlet letter. I'll be extremely lucky if I get to stick around after the fallout. Then who's going to be the one to protect her? Did you even think of that?"

"Nobody knows. Except for you."

"You're lucky that it's just me. Jesus, I'd hope that the both of you would have some discretion."

He's pacing in a circle, and I keep on waiting for him to yell at me, rip me a new asshole and give voice to all of the doubts in my head.

"What happens next?" I finally ask.

"I'm not going to waste my breath telling you to stop seeing her because I already know that you won't. And after I saw that look in her eyes today..." he shakes his head.

That causes me to frown. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what you did or said to her, but you need to fix it before she starts getting advice from her friends about what to do about the bodyguard who broke her heart."

My heart attempts to beat itself out of my chest. "Kali..."

"They're out shopping together. Retail therapy. They're going to have a girls' night out and that spells trouble."

"I got this shift covered. I'll take care of it."

"I already told you that you're relieved for the night. It's coming directly from Y/N. She threatened to get her parents involved if I didn't find a replacement for tonight."

I curse silently and go through the various options. I'm not letting her go that easily.

"Find out where they are for me. I'm going to crash their party."

Clarence finally strides over to me. "I'll give you their location. But you better watch yourself. Don't do anything stupid....er."

"I got this under control."

Clarence doesn't look convinced. "Fix it or I will. And you probably won't like how that goes down."

I nod tightly, because I can read through the lines. Clarence is a friend, but his loyalty is with Y/N first and foremost.

And if I do end up losing my job or getting reassigned to someone else, I'll never see Y/N again.

Y/N POV:

"Which one do you like better?"

I look at Kali as she holds up two different red dresses. We've been in her closet for over an hour, going over each and every red dress that she owns.

She's already dolled up in a matching red lace bra and panty set that has me very concerned about how far she's willing to go with Nikolai tonight. There's only room in this friendship for one terrible decision maker and it's me, but I keep that to myself. I'm trying to find any silver lining to my heartbreak and if I can keep Kali from getting hurt I'm going to.

She's looking at a leather mini dress that screams "harlot" and a spaghetti strap v neck dress with a flowy bottom and a split up the side. I point to that one.

"That's the one, I think."

She rolls her eyes with a sigh. "You think? This is important. I need you to focus."

"I am focused. That one." I glance down at my watch. "When are you gracing Nikolai with your presence?"

Kali slips into the dress and does a spin in front of her full length mirror as she gives herself a once over. "We didn't set up a time, but it works out perfectly. I have to make a stop on the way. We got a last minute invite to a party. And I am in definite need of some liquid courage before we see each other again."

"Whose party is it?"

Kali shrugs indifferently. "I dunno, some rooftop soiree. Someone in my class invited me and you're my plus one. It's low key anonymous, I hope."

"Okay, " I stand up and check my reflection in the mirror. A little black dress for me tonight. Nothing that will draw unwanted attention to me.

I thought about trying on one of the red dress rejects that Kali deemed unworthy, but tonight is about moving on and not looking for another dysfunctional relationship. The thought of being with anyone besides Bucky makes me feel sick.

My plan is to be as invisible as possible. Whatever else happens tonight, it'll be a much needed distraction from my own personal hell. The way that Kali has been running around getting ready for her next encounter with Nikolai has me on edge. I need to be there first and foremost.

Another hour comes and goes before I push her out the door. We requested an Uber to help us make our great escape and twenty minutes later we're on the roof of a raging house party. Loud music is bumping just enough to muffle the conversations as we pass on the way to the open bar. Outdoor heaters buzz with electricity and purple and blue mood lighting everywhere. So far we haven't seen anyone familiar.

Kali orders four shots and doesn't give me the chance to protest. "No arguments. Just drink." I brush her hand away. "I don't know your new guy very well but I'm pretty sure that he wants you to be conscious when you show up."

She waves away my concerns. "I'll be ok. I just need to take the edge off. And you, you need to get some. Tonight."

We down the first shot together, but my brain won't accept any potential suiters tonight. I can't get Bucky off my brain. But maybe, just maybe when the alcohol hits me, he'll start to fade away. I take the second shot, confusion reigns supreme as I swallow the sugary concoction.

Yuck.

"What the fuck is this?"

I see that Kali is talking to me but I can't hear a word that she's saying because I glance over her shoulder and I see Sam. He's a couple of feet away from us and he's surrounded by people who I don't recognize. All I can think is don't let him see you, not tonight and not without Bucky or Clarence here to protect me.

For the first time ever, I regret all of the times that I acted like I didn't need them or their protection. I used to be confident in my ability to protect myself, but ever since Sam attacked me, I know that beyond a shadow of doubt that Sam's resentment and anger are more than enough to over power me. I flashback to that night at his parents penthouse apartment. Sam exposing himself to me and him trying to fuck me because I offered myself to him and I feel sick.

"We should go," I say, interrupting something that Kali was going to say. She looks over at me and frowns. "What? No, I need more shots."

I roll my eyes. She's my best friend, but I swear to God that she'll be the death of me.

"Whatever. Do what you want. I'm leaving."

"What? You're ditching me?" She's staring at me, red lips agape, like I just ruined her whole life.

"Let's just say that this party is no longer anonymous. Text me when you're ready to go. I'll meet you out front."

Kali scans the crowd as I slip away without looking back. I'm afraid that if I look at the crowd it will make Sam notice me. I'm hoping that I can hide in plain sight while Kali finds her liquid courage. The party inside is more packed than the outside. I'm relieved that I don't recognize anyone, vaguely aware that I've become used to being alone in a crowd.

It's better than getting hurt by the people who are supposed to care...

I shut my eyes and all I see is Bucky. Those blue eyes and dark lashes, his full lips as he claims me as his.

I feel a strong arm grab me around my waist and my eyes open with fear that instantly disappears when I recognize Bucky standing in front of me.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?"

"I'm taking you out of here," he says in a no nonsense tone.

I balk instantly and take his arm off of me. "I'm here with Kali. You're not supposed to be here. How did you find me?"

"You think that just because I'm not on clock you can disappear and make shitty choices? I know where you are at all times, and if you haven't already noticed, I take it seriously."

I want to slap him for yelling at me, but I don't. Something dawns on me as I try to piece it all together.

"Clarence helped you, didn't he?"

"Clearly. He figured out that you and Kali would be up to no good, as usual and he tracked your location."

"Why are you here and not him?"

He clenches his jaw so tight that I'm worried that he's going to break it.

"Bucky...."

"We need to talk," he says as he glances at the front door.

"I'm not leaving without Kali."

That causes him to roll his eyes, he takes my hand in his and pulls me down the nearest hallway. We duck inside the first door that we come across. I turn around and take in a lavish bathroom that's more square footage than most apartments.

He slams the door and locks it as he turns to face me. "Does Kali know about us?"

My jaw drops. "Is that why you're here? You're worried that I exposed you? The answer is no, I haven't. I don't plan on it. And just for the record, there is no 'us. ' "

I wait for him to go all cave man on me and try to convince me that I belong to him, but he doesn't. He's eerily quiet.

"If this is about last night... you caught me off guard. I'm not used to relationship talk. Or feelings. I know that I came across as cold, but I never meant to hurt you."

I feel my heart start to beat rapidly in my chest, the last sliver of hope that I had to cling on to is shot down when I remember the stunning stranger in his apartment.

"You did hurt me. I obviously care more about you than you care about me. But I stupidly agreed to your terms and I was ready to accept them. It was ridiculous of me to expect that meant exclusivity, but I did."

"You're not stupid at all. I swear to God that if anyone else ever touches you..."

"I'm not talking about myself, Bucky." I take a step closer to him, my voice raising with each step that I take. "I've been with exactly one other person before you. You really think that I'm going to let you come inside me while you're fucking other women? How naive do you really think that I am?"

His eyes widen at my words. "I'm not fucking anyone but you."

I almost want to believe him.

"Then who was the beautiful woman in your apartment? Another one of your subs from the club? You really expect me to believe that you wouldn't have someone waiting every time we have a fight?"

He shook his head and then he stills. "Jesus, that was my sister."

I laugh and turn my back on him, wrapping my arms around myself. "That's rich coming from you."

He spins me around to face him, and for a split second I want to collapse in his arms and let him kiss me until I can't breathe. I don't know why I still want him after everything.

Because you're gullible and weak. The perfect submissive. Why else would he ever choose to be with me.

"I don't want to hear your excuses, Bucky. Really." I look away, all of my energy is suddenly gone. All I want to do is go home and crawl into bed and forget that anything happened with Bucky. "I wrote you a letter. I was going to tell you that I wanted to try again, try harder. But when she answered the door I knew that I couldn't be who you need me to be. I can deal with the pain and the punishment, but seeing her there did something to my heart that hurt so much worse."

He tenderly touches my cheek, and guides my gaze back to his. "I have only lied to you once. I'm telling you the God's honest truth right now. Rebecca is beautiful, but she's my sister. She's a flight attendant and I let her crash at my place in between flights sometimes. When we get home, I'd be more than happy to show you some family pictures to try and prove it to you."

I part my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Everything in me wants to believe him, but I still feel foolish. If he's lied to me once...

"Do you remember when you asked me if I felt nothing when I was inside you, I lied. The truth is that I feel everything when I'm with you. I feel your heart beat with mine. I feel your anger and your pain and your loneliness. I felt you open yourself up to me and I want to crawl inside and live there, with you, protect you and fill you up with everything that's missing."

Bucky is gutting me with his words. I feel tears pooling in the corners my eyes. I couldn't speak even if I wanted to.

"You're everything that I need. And all I've ever wanted," he murmurs to me quietly. "I only lied to you because I can't trust myself. It's dangerous to feel like this. I could lose everything. But I can't lose you."

"Bucky..."

His name falls from my lips in a breathless plea, swallowed up as his lips cover mine. At the first touch of his mouth on mine, I feel relief. I feel his tongue seeking entrance and he moans with satisfaction as I let him in. Somehow, despite everything that stands between us, the gaping void that keeps us from ever hoping of having a normal relationship, I believe that everything will be okay. It has to be.

Our kiss deepens as Bucky sets me down on the cold marble countertop. He slides my panties down and doesn't break the connection between us. He pulls me to the edge and parts my knees, wrapping my legs around him as he frees his cock from his jeans and presses into me slowly.

I let my head fall back as he pushes himself deeper into me. Somehow the physical connection becomes the embodiment of everything I have been feeling. He's rooted deep inside me, wrapping me in his arms, we're flush against each other, so close, completely connected, I feel overwhelmed. I've never been intimate with someone like this.

I whimper his name when he thrusts again. He whispers my name into my ear, kissing down my neck as he fucks me gently. I open my eyes and I see dozens of us making love on the counter of the opulent bathroom. Different angles of our reflection reveals everything- the pleasure that turns into something like reverence on Bucky's face, my fingers clawing at his shirt, the muscles of his ass tightening with every thrust.

I sense that in this moment Bucky is giving me everything that he has.

I hold him closer to my chest and I tighten my grip around his hips. I hope that he can feel my silent pleas for more. I love him. I've loved him since before I agreed to be his.

The fact that I can't say those words that make me feel alive is killing me. Before I manage to talk myself out of it, he groans, driving deeper. The friction is heavenly, but it's the way that he hits the deepest, darkest parts of me... that's pure bliss. My eyes roll back and I try to stifle my moans. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that sex could be this way. With Bucky, everything is better. The places that he brings me to, nobody ever has.

"Y/N," he rasps against my skin. "You're mine. I can't let you go. Tell me that you belong to me, please. "

"I'm yours," I say as I slide my fingers against his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair that's damp with sweat. "I've always been yours."

At my words, he increases his speed. I feel him everywhere. I tighten and tense up.

"Come for me, baby. Give me everything you have. Give it all to me."

I lean back, propping my hands next to me on the sink so that he can fuck me harder and faster. I feel the loss of his warmth and his heart beating against me, I look up at his beautiful face as he gazes down at me, his eyes glued to where our bodies meet. He holds my thighs apart as his soothing caresses become tight desperate grasps that I know will leave bruises tomorrow. But the feeling gives me satisfaction.

I feel the energy collecting in my belly and it's building with every snap of his hips causes me to tremble. The sight of his thick cock shoving into me, joining our bodies together and me accepting all of him and what he has to offer is my undoing.

"Bucky!" I scream as he makes me come. It's a tearful exclamation that's on the tip of my tongue. I am undeniably his.

Bucky's POV:

I find a cloth and run it under warm water and clean her up as I always do. The truth is that I want to collapse into my bed with her curled up by my side, keep her warm all night long. But that's a fantasy all by itself.

I have no idea where all of this is going. But I can't allow myself to overthink it right now. Not when I just poured out my goddamn heart and soul to her after I fucked her in a stranger's bathroom with a party raging behind the closed door. The voice in my head belongs to Clarence and all I can hear him saying is not to fuck this up.

I already have, but what can I do? I can't think straight around her. I'm falling hard and fast. I know that this isn't who I am, but it's quickly becoming who I am.

A loud bang hits the door, causing us both to jump. I help her slide down the counter and she straightens up, slipping her hand into mine, it feels so goddamn perfect.

I open the door, and Kali is there. She's pale and tinted green, barely holding herself upright.

"Kali, are you okay?" Y/N goes to her side, but steps back as if she's going to blow.

"I...I'm going to be sick."

We both move out of her way and into the hallway, giving her as much privacy as possible and she locks herself into the bathroom.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

Y/N's hand is in mine, she's got a death grip on my arm and I tuck it behind my back as I turn around.

Samuel Craigstone stands a few feet away with a drink in his hand and a smug smirk on his face.

He looks at me with bleary eyes, floating from Y/N to me. "So you're the lucky guy who gets that prized Y/N L/N pussy? That why she's not giving it up to anyone else?" He blows a sloppy kiss in Y/N's direction. "That's too bad."

Instantly, my blood runs cold. I'm beyond ready to beat this man-child into blood and bone. I let go of Y/N's hand behind me and I take a step forward.

"Keep her name out of your mouth."

He laughs weakly. "Right. Maybe I'll drop by and let her parents know that she's fucking the hired help. Then what will you do about it?"

Fuck. My thoughts start racing with what he might have seen.

I'm pretty sure that he has nothing. It's all speculation. He might have noticed that we were holding hands or that we left the bathroom together. He's drunk and nobody will believe him. For all he knows we were helping a drunk Kali, who I can still here heaving on the other side of the door. I'm not working, I'm not supposed to be here, but even I can explain that with Clarence's help of course.

I take a menacing step forward and that pushes Sam backwards. He raises his hands.

"Let's work something out between us, big guy. I take a turn, you take a turn." He let's out a drunken laugh. "There's no way that you got attached that quickly. I can keep my mouth shut and you can look the other way. Let me hit it just once. Gimme a little taste. It won't hurt."

Bucky balls his hands into fists and let's out a ragged breath.

"If you even so much as look at her in the wrong way and I will end you. Understood?" I'm seething and my breathing is erratic.

He has the nerve to smile at me. Maybe it's the alcohol giving him the audacity to try to challenge me. But it's the malicious look in his eyes that tells me differently. He knows exactly what he's doing. He's pushing my buttons, trying to provoke a reaction.

He takes another step closer, narrowing his eyes at me. "I wasn't asking you for permission. I don't need it." He looks at Y/N, raking his eyes over her body. "Enjoy the ride while you can. Because sooner rather than later, I'll get my chance with America's Little Princess."

Sam's expression is dark as he winks at Y/N, as if she could be anything but repulsed by him. She's completely motionless, her expression is one of a deer caught in the headlights. I recognize the fear in her eyes.

A murderous rage fills me, it's unlike anything that I've ever felt before. I could kill him. I could wrap my hands around his pale throat and choke the life out of him. He's a sick little bastard but I can't kill him. Even thinking about it would get me into a world of trouble.

Instead, I double back and knock on the door. Kali finally stumbles out a few seconds later, her eyes are red and her face pale.

"Are you okay?" Y/N wraps her arms around her.

Kali nods and I nudge Sam against the hallway as we pass.

A few minutes later, we're outside and in my car. I shoot a look at Kali, who's in the backseat. "If you feel like you're going to be sick, let me know and I'll pull over."

She sighs. "I'm fine. I just..." her head falls into her hands. "What am I going to tell Nikolai?"

I frown and look at Y/N, whose bottom lip is currently trapped between her teeth.

"Nikolai?" I ask in a low tone.

She nods quickly. "He reached out to her. They were supposed to hook up tonight at Seven."

"I blew it," Kali sobs. "I'm so stupid. I was so nervous...I screwed it all up."

She collapses sideways in the backseat of the car, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'll take care of it, okay? Nikolai is a friend," I say.

She doesn't respond. I make my way through the city while Y/N is silently staring out the window as it passes us by.

I grab my phone and pull up Nikolai's number. He answers with his thick accent.

"Bucky."

"I have your date," I say quietly.

He's silent on the other end.

"She drank too much. I think that you make her nervous. What in the hell were you thinking about inviting her back?"

He laughs. "Ah, sweet temptation. You know how it is. What about you? Have you given up on her yet?"

I tense my jaw and look at Y/N.

He laughs again, interrupting the list of ways that she drives me crazy.

"Guess not," he answers for me. "You were right, though. The girls are definitely trouble, but the good kind of trouble." He sighs. "She's drunk, yeah?"

I look in the rear view mirror and see that Kali is snoring quietly in my back seat. Her house is less than a mile away.

"She's done for the night."

He's silent for a moment. "I'll reach out to her tomorrow. You won't see her at Seven again. Perhaps this is the way it should have been."

"I'll leave it up to you to break the news. Talk soon."

Kali won't be happy, but that's not my problem. Y/N's protection detail is still sitting outside of Kali's house. I end the call and dial Clarence. As soon as he picks up, I speak.

"Clarence, I'm dropping Kali off at her house and then I'll be on my way home with Y/N."

He clears his throat. "How'd it go?"

I can sense Y/N staring at me.

"Everything is fine. Kali had to much to drink, but she'll sleep it off and be fine in the morning. What do you want me to do with Y/N?"

"I assume that you are going to tuck her in."

I try to stifle my laugh. But, in all honesty I have every intention of spending the night with her. Fucking her in the bathroom wasn't enough for me. I need to be inside her again. I need to hear her scream my name.

"Unless you think that it's going to be an issue, I'd prefer to stay with her tonight. Can you take over tomorrow morning to avoid any potential awkwardness?"

I hear him sigh. "Sure, I'm only fifty years old. Who needs sleep at my age?"

I smile because I believe that despite all of his judgment and reservations about us, he does care about us. He might even be hoping like I am that we can somehow make it work.

"Thanks, Clarence."

We hang up and I trust that he'll take care of the rest. When I drop Kali off and Y/N makes sure that she's safe and settled in. She returns about 15 minutes later. Her bare thighs are tempting me almost more than I can handle as I pull away from the curb. I want to stop the car and do unspeakable things with her.

But I don't. I resist the urge and drive towards home. I park in the underground parking lot and we take the elevator up to her apartment. Somewhere on the journey up, I'm lost between two sides of myself. The one that swore to protect her and the other that's committed to loving her.

She threads her fingers through mine and leans her head on my shoulder as we continue to ride in silence. Her actions feel more intimate which should scare the crap out of me. But then I remember how badly I treated her the last time she let me in her apartment. If I want to keep her, something has to change.

Once we're safely inside her apartment, I make a choice. I shut the door behind us and pull her into my arms and consume her. We kiss slowly and deeply and I'm ready to drag her into the bedroom and show her exactly what she means to me when she stops me. She smiles at me sheepishly as her stomach growls loudly. "Sorry."

I pull back to look at her. "When's the last time that you ate?"

She shrugs. "Kali brought bagels over earlier. I was too upset to eat before we went out."

I frown, take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. I pull out a stool for her to sit on. She sits down and props her head in her hands as I rummage through her fully stocked fridge.

"What are you hungry for?"

"Something that will soak up those God awful shots Kali made me take at the party."

I shake my head at her admission and I stuff down all of the things that I want to say to her about her friendship with Kali but don't. I'm sure that she has at least one redeeming quality, but it's difficult to rationalize when she's constantly dragging Y/N into compromising situations.

I dig around in a few of her drawers, putting together a recipe for us. I'm starving too, and if I want the rest of the night to play out how I want it to, we're going to need fuel. "How does breakfast for dinner sound? Eggs, bacon and toast?"

"That sounds perfect. You don't have to cook for me, Bucky. I can do it."

"I've got this," I say firmly.

But before I can stop her, she's sliding off the stool and she comes around the island as I'm setting the eggs and bacon on the counter. She slips in-between me and the counter, using her ass to nudge me back so that she can open a cupboard with some mixing bowls nesting inside. I graze my palms over her perfect curves, but she's standing up and cracking eggs into a bowl before I can take advantage of her position.

I sidle up behind her so that her back is flush against my front. I lower my lips to whisper I'm her ear. "Are you trying to get me to feed you or fuck you, Y/N?"

"Feed me first, then..." she whispers softly.

I gently pull her earlobe between my teeth and bite gently. She stops what she's doing and sighs.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"After...then you can fuck me."

I tighten my hold on her and force myself to take a deep breath. Hearing the word "fuck" slip from her pretty lips does things to me. But my main priority is taking care of her first and foremost.

I fight against the urge and I step back and start frying the bacon. We work together in comfortable silence. The air is thick with our sexual tension.

"Go sit. I'll make you a plate," I say as I turn off the burners.

She rolls her eyes and smiles but doesn't put up a fight. I make our plates and sit down next to her at the kitchen island. Y/N doesn't waste any time getting started. I'm equally happy that she's eating and angry at myself for upsetting her enough to kill her appetite.

"I know that you said that I shouldn't expect stuff like this, but I will admit that it is kinda nice." She pauses to take a bite and I nod slowly and eat a piece of crispy bacon. "I don't usually cook for other people, but for you I'll make an exception."

She tilts her head and looks at me with an inquisitive expression on her face. "Why don't you?"

I hesitate for a minute and think about her question.

"I guess I've never had a reason to before." I put my fork down onto my now empty plate and contemplate telling her more. She's given so much of herself to me already. The thought of holding back seems unfair and not to mention dangerous if it drives her away.

"After I got out of the military, acclimating to normal life wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I lost touch with my squad and I never really connected with people when I moved to DC. I've always been about the mission."

"What about your sister? You must see each other over the holidays sometimes?"

I shrug and I can't bring myself to look at her. "Rebecca's always traveling for work so we rarely get to see each other for a long period of time. Our parents died a long time ago. They were the only reason we would all get together as a family. I guess we just sort of fell apart."

"I am so sorry, Bucky."

I shake my head. "You don't have to apologize to me. It's not like your situation is any better."

I see her wince and I immediately regret my words.

"Sorry, I-"

She takes my hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. "I know that my parents can come across as cold. And, truthfully they are sometimes. It wasn't always like that. Everything got really intense when my father started on the presidential path. Nothing stays the same forever. My hope is that one day we'll be a real family again."

She smiles weakly at me and the sadness in her eyes nearly guts me.

"And if I'm wrong and that day never comes, I'll make my own family. I won't always be under their control. That's what I miss about New York. It's nothing like DC at all. I felt like myself there. I could see myself starting a life and a future outside of state dinners and campaign events. A life that would be mine."

"Y/N, baby..." I don't know what else to say. I want to pull her into my arms and hold her, be the reason for her happiness. But maybe all that I can do for her is be an escape, a reprieve from her life consumed by circumstances beyond her control and an unyielding family.

She stands up before I can say anything else. "Are you going to stay the night with me?"

I swivel on the stool and she settles inbetween my thighs, running her hands up and down my arms.

I capture her face in my palms and stare into her eyes. Instantly, I'm caught up in her beauty, her innocence, her perfection. I'm whipped and strung tightly, I'm ready to worship her all night long. I nod.

She bites her lip and something like happiness is reflecting in her eyes. "If that's true, I want something from you."

I lift an eyebrow. "You think that you can call the shots now?" My tone is low and unwavering.

Her gaze darkens a little bit. Enough to show me that she feels comfortable asserting her dominance over me and the fact that she takes pleasure in it. She lowers her eyes and plays with the hem of my tshirt.

I lift her chin and kiss her softly. "Talk to me."

She blinks and her pink lips open slightly. "I've never seen you naked. I don't know if it's because you don't feel comfortable with me, or-"

I don't hesitate as I pull my shirt up and over my head and toss it to the floor.

"There," I say. "Is that better?"

Without a word, she skims her hands over my shoulders, across my chest, and ultimately, she trails her fingertips down my abs, stopping at the button on my jeans.

"Wow," she said quietly.

I try not to grin but her unfiltered appreciation satisfies something deep down inside me.

She shakes her head slightly. "Sometimes I don't believe that this is really real. That I get to touch you like this."

Seconds tick by, her hands are roaming the expanse of my skin, my breath catches and I release it. Being with her at the party earlier tonight seems so long ago. I need to be with her again. I gently stop her movements, stand up and brush my lips across hers. She stands on her tippy toes and threads her fingers roughly into my hair.

With a moan, I yank her dress up and off and pull her into her bedroom where we collapse into her plush mattress, hands roaming, lips claiming, hips searching for contact. I can't wait another second to take her.

Tonight is our night. Tonight, this incredible, gorgeous woman needs something that she's never been given before. Something that I've never been able to offer anybody before. Something that feels forbidden and brief.

I strip the clothes off her and pull our bodies together and I resolve to spend all of my time loving her. Cherishing her. Making her believe, that beyond a shadow of a doubt that is real.

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Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Nine

A/N : 🚫 MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBODEN

Bucky's POV:

"Where in the hell have you been, Barnes?" His sharp tone throws me off. Something has to be completely wrong for him to lash out at me.

"I was in the gym working out. I left my phone in my apartment. What's going on? Is everything OK with Y/N?"

"I'd say no."

"Talk to me." I grasp the edge of the counter and hold my breath, bracing myself for whatever happens next.

"Make yourself presentable. Don't bother getting ready for your shift tonight. You've got the night off. I'll see you shortly."

"Wha-"

Before I can ask him what happened, he hangs up on me.

"What in the fuck," I mutter to myself.

"Are you going to let me in on what's happening?" I ask the instant that I see him.

"Her view is better," Clarence says with his back still turned towards me.

"She's the First Daughter."

He slowly turns around, looking at me with a stony glare. "You're goddamn right she is."

"You know that Y/N is like a daughter to me, right?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and he stares unwavering at me.

He looks down at his shiny black leather shoes and back towards me. "Are you sleeping with her?"

Shit.

Clarence and I don't bullshit each other but his blatant accusation completely throws me off my game.

My first instinct is to lie and save my own ass, but I just stand there, frozen in fear. My silence speaks volumes when realization dawns on him.

"Godfuckingdamnit," he mutters as he turns his back to me again.

I shove a hand in my hair and down my face. My behavior has zero excuses and Clarence will never understand my reasons why and I don't know how to explain it to him.

I should explain that I fucked up. Own my mistakes. I find myself thinking of excuses but they all sound weak and pitiful. But I regret nothing. The truth is, Y/N means the world to me.

"I care about her too, you know."

I flinch because I wasn't aware that it was so obvious to Clarence this whole time.

"If you knew about us this whole time why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I didn't think that you'd be stupid enough to act on your feelings. You're paid to protect her, Barnes. What in the hell were you thinking to let things go this far?"

I drop my head, shame overcoming me.

"There's not a thing that I could say to make you understand. I thought I was protecting her. She's slowly going out of control. You know that."

"Nobody knows. Except for you."

"You're lucky that it's just me. Jesus, I'd hope that the both of you would have some discretion."

He's pacing in a circle, and I keep on waiting for him to yell at me, rip me a new asshole and give voice to all of the doubts in my head.

"What happens next?" I finally ask.

"I'm not going to waste my breath telling you to stop seeing her because I already know that you won't. And after I saw that look in her eyes today..." he shakes his head.

That causes me to frown. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what you did or said to her, but you need to fix it before she starts getting advice from her friends about what to do about the bodyguard who broke her heart."

My heart attempts to beat itself out of my chest. "Kali..."

"They're out shopping together. Retail therapy. They're going to have a girls' night out and that spells trouble."

"I got this shift covered. I'll take care of it."

"I already told you that you're relieved for the night. It's coming directly from Y/N. She threatened to get her parents involved if I didn't find a replacement for tonight."

I curse silently and go through the various options. I'm not letting her go that easily.

"Find out where they are for me. I'm going to crash their party."

Clarence finally strides over to me. "I'll give you their location. But you better watch yourself. Don't do anything stupid....er."

"I got this under control."

Clarence doesn't look convinced. "Fix it or I will. And you probably won't like how that goes down."

I nod tightly, because I can read through the lines. Clarence is a friend, but his loyalty is with Y/N first and foremost.

And if I do end up losing my job or getting reassigned to someone else, I'll never see Y/N again.

Y/N POV:

"Which one do you like better?"

I look at Kali as she holds up two different red dresses. We've been in her closet for over an hour, going over each and every red dress that she owns.

She's looking at a leather mini dress that screams "harlot" and a spaghetti strap v neck dress with a flowy bottom and a split up the side. I point to that one.

"That's the one, I think."

She rolls her eyes with a sigh. "You think? This is important. I need you to focus."

"I am focused. That one." I glance down at my watch. "When are you gracing Nikolai with your presence?"

"Whose party is it?"

Kali shrugs indifferently. "I dunno, some rooftop soiree. Someone in my class invited me and you're my plus one. It's low key anonymous, I hope."

"Okay, " I stand up and check my reflection in the mirror. A little black dress for me tonight. Nothing that will draw unwanted attention to me.

She waves away my concerns. "I'll be ok. I just need to take the edge off. And you, you need to get some. Tonight."

Yuck.

"What the fuck is this?"

"We should go," I say, interrupting something that Kali was going to say. She looks over at me and frowns. "What? No, I need more shots."

I roll my eyes. She's my best friend, but I swear to God that she'll be the death of me.

"Whatever. Do what you want. I'm leaving."

"What? You're ditching me?" She's staring at me, red lips agape, like I just ruined her whole life.

"Let's just say that this party is no longer anonymous. Text me when you're ready to go. I'll meet you out front."

It's better than getting hurt by the people who are supposed to care...

I shut my eyes and all I see is Bucky. Those blue eyes and dark lashes, his full lips as he claims me as his.

I feel a strong arm grab me around my waist and my eyes open with fear that instantly disappears when I recognize Bucky standing in front of me.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?"

"I'm taking you out of here," he says in a no nonsense tone.

I balk instantly and take his arm off of me. "I'm here with Kali. You're not supposed to be here. How did you find me?"

"You think that just because I'm not on clock you can disappear and make shitty choices? I know where you are at all times, and if you haven't already noticed, I take it seriously."

I want to slap him for yelling at me, but I don't. Something dawns on me as I try to piece it all together.

"Clarence helped you, didn't he?"

"Clearly. He figured out that you and Kali would be up to no good, as usual and he tracked your location."

"Why are you here and not him?"

He clenches his jaw so tight that I'm worried that he's going to break it.

"Bucky...."

"We need to talk," he says as he glances at the front door.

"I'm not leaving without Kali."

He slams the door and locks it as he turns to face me. "Does Kali know about us?"

My jaw drops. "Is that why you're here? You're worried that I exposed you? The answer is no, I haven't. I don't plan on it. And just for the record, there is no 'us. ' "

I wait for him to go all cave man on me and try to convince me that I belong to him, but he doesn't. He's eerily quiet.

"If this is about last night... you caught me off guard. I'm not used to relationship talk. Or feelings. I know that I came across as cold, but I never meant to hurt you."

I feel my heart start to beat rapidly in my chest, the last sliver of hope that I had to cling on to is shot down when I remember the stunning stranger in his apartment.

"You're not stupid at all. I swear to God that if anyone else ever touches you..."

His eyes widen at my words. "I'm not fucking anyone but you."

I almost want to believe him.

"Then who was the beautiful woman in your apartment? Another one of your subs from the club? You really expect me to believe that you wouldn't have someone waiting every time we have a fight?"

He shook his head and then he stills. "Jesus, that was my sister."

I laugh and turn my back on him, wrapping my arms around myself. "That's rich coming from you."

He spins me around to face him, and for a split second I want to collapse in his arms and let him kiss me until I can't breathe. I don't know why I still want him after everything.

Because you're gullible and weak. The perfect submissive. Why else would he ever choose to be with me.

I part my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Everything in me wants to believe him, but I still feel foolish. If he's lied to me once...

Bucky is gutting me with his words. I feel tears pooling in the corners my eyes. I couldn't speak even if I wanted to.

"Bucky..."

I sense that in this moment Bucky is giving me everything that he has.

I hold him closer to my chest and I tighten my grip around his hips. I hope that he can feel my silent pleas for more. I love him. I've loved him since before I agreed to be his.

"Y/N," he rasps against my skin. "You're mine. I can't let you go. Tell me that you belong to me, please. "

"I'm yours," I say as I slide my fingers against his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair that's damp with sweat. "I've always been yours."

At my words, he increases his speed. I feel him everywhere. I tighten and tense up.

"Come for me, baby. Give me everything you have. Give it all to me."

"Bucky!" I scream as he makes me come. It's a tearful exclamation that's on the tip of my tongue. I am undeniably his.

Bucky's POV:

I already have, but what can I do? I can't think straight around her. I'm falling hard and fast. I know that this isn't who I am, but it's quickly becoming who I am.

A loud bang hits the door, causing us both to jump. I help her slide down the counter and she straightens up, slipping her hand into mine, it feels so goddamn perfect.

I open the door, and Kali is there. She's pale and tinted green, barely holding herself upright.

"Kali, are you okay?" Y/N goes to her side, but steps back as if she's going to blow.

"I...I'm going to be sick."

We both move out of her way and into the hallway, giving her as much privacy as possible and she locks herself into the bathroom.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

Y/N's hand is in mine, she's got a death grip on my arm and I tuck it behind my back as I turn around.

Samuel Craigstone stands a few feet away with a drink in his hand and a smug smirk on his face.

Instantly, my blood runs cold. I'm beyond ready to beat this man-child into blood and bone. I let go of Y/N's hand behind me and I take a step forward.

"Keep her name out of your mouth."

He laughs weakly. "Right. Maybe I'll drop by and let her parents know that she's fucking the hired help. Then what will you do about it?"

Fuck. My thoughts start racing with what he might have seen.

I take a menacing step forward and that pushes Sam backwards. He raises his hands.

Bucky balls his hands into fists and let's out a ragged breath.

"If you even so much as look at her in the wrong way and I will end you. Understood?" I'm seething and my breathing is erratic.

Instead, I double back and knock on the door. Kali finally stumbles out a few seconds later, her eyes are red and her face pale.

"Are you okay?" Y/N wraps her arms around her.

Kali nods and I nudge Sam against the hallway as we pass.

A few minutes later, we're outside and in my car. I shoot a look at Kali, who's in the backseat. "If you feel like you're going to be sick, let me know and I'll pull over."

She sighs. "I'm fine. I just..." her head falls into her hands. "What am I going to tell Nikolai?"

I frown and look at Y/N, whose bottom lip is currently trapped between her teeth.

"Nikolai?" I ask in a low tone.

She nods quickly. "He reached out to her. They were supposed to hook up tonight at Seven."

"I blew it," Kali sobs. "I'm so stupid. I was so nervous...I screwed it all up."

She collapses sideways in the backseat of the car, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'll take care of it, okay? Nikolai is a friend," I say.

She doesn't respond. I make my way through the city while Y/N is silently staring out the window as it passes us by.

I grab my phone and pull up Nikolai's number. He answers with his thick accent.

"Bucky."

"I have your date," I say quietly.

He's silent on the other end.

"She drank too much. I think that you make her nervous. What in the hell were you thinking about inviting her back?"

He laughs. "Ah, sweet temptation. You know how it is. What about you? Have you given up on her yet?"

I tense my jaw and look at Y/N.

He laughs again, interrupting the list of ways that she drives me crazy.

"Guess not," he answers for me. "You were right, though. The girls are definitely trouble, but the good kind of trouble." He sighs. "She's drunk, yeah?"

I look in the rear view mirror and see that Kali is snoring quietly in my back seat. Her house is less than a mile away.

"She's done for the night."

He's silent for a moment. "I'll reach out to her tomorrow. You won't see her at Seven again. Perhaps this is the way it should have been."

"I'll leave it up to you to break the news. Talk soon."

Kali won't be happy, but that's not my problem. Y/N's protection detail is still sitting outside of Kali's house. I end the call and dial Clarence. As soon as he picks up, I speak.

"Clarence, I'm dropping Kali off at her house and then I'll be on my way home with Y/N."

He clears his throat. "How'd it go?"

I can sense Y/N staring at me.

"Everything is fine. Kali had to much to drink, but she'll sleep it off and be fine in the morning. What do you want me to do with Y/N?"

"I assume that you are going to tuck her in."

"Unless you think that it's going to be an issue, I'd prefer to stay with her tonight. Can you take over tomorrow morning to avoid any potential awkwardness?"

I hear him sigh. "Sure, I'm only fifty years old. Who needs sleep at my age?"

I smile because I believe that despite all of his judgment and reservations about us, he does care about us. He might even be hoping like I am that we can somehow make it work.

"Thanks, Clarence."

I pull back to look at her. "When's the last time that you ate?"

She shrugs. "Kali brought bagels over earlier. I was too upset to eat before we went out."

I frown, take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. I pull out a stool for her to sit on. She sits down and props her head in her hands as I rummage through her fully stocked fridge.

"What are you hungry for?"

"Something that will soak up those God awful shots Kali made me take at the party."

"That sounds perfect. You don't have to cook for me, Bucky. I can do it."

"I've got this," I say firmly.

I sidle up behind her so that her back is flush against my front. I lower my lips to whisper I'm her ear. "Are you trying to get me to feed you or fuck you, Y/N?"

"Feed me first, then..." she whispers softly.

I gently pull her earlobe between my teeth and bite gently. She stops what she's doing and sighs.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"After...then you can fuck me."

I tighten my hold on her and force myself to take a deep breath. Hearing the word "fuck" slip from her pretty lips does things to me. But my main priority is taking care of her first and foremost.

I fight against the urge and I step back and start frying the bacon. We work together in comfortable silence. The air is thick with our sexual tension.

"Go sit. I'll make you a plate," I say as I turn off the burners.

She tilts her head and looks at me with an inquisitive expression on her face. "Why don't you?"

I hesitate for a minute and think about her question.

"What about your sister? You must see each other over the holidays sometimes?"

"I am so sorry, Bucky."

I shake my head. "You don't have to apologize to me. It's not like your situation is any better."

I see her wince and I immediately regret my words.

"Sorry, I-"

She smiles weakly at me and the sadness in her eyes nearly guts me.

She stands up before I can say anything else. "Are you going to stay the night with me?"

I swivel on the stool and she settles inbetween my thighs, running her hands up and down my arms.

She bites her lip and something like happiness is reflecting in her eyes. "If that's true, I want something from you."

I lift an eyebrow. "You think that you can call the shots now?" My tone is low and unwavering.

I lift her chin and kiss her softly. "Talk to me."

She blinks and her pink lips open slightly. "I've never seen you naked. I don't know if it's because you don't feel comfortable with me, or-"

I don't hesitate as I pull my shirt up and over my head and toss it to the floor.

"There," I say. "Is that better?"

Without a word, she skims her hands over my shoulders, across my chest, and ultimately, she trails her fingertips down my abs, stopping at the button on my jeans.

"Wow," she said quietly.

I try not to grin but her unfiltered appreciation satisfies something deep down inside me.

She shakes her head slightly. "Sometimes I don't believe that this is really real. That I get to touch you like this."

I strip the clothes off her and pull our bodies together and I resolve to spend all of my time loving her. Cherishing her. Making her believe, that beyond a shadow of a doubt that is real.

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