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Aug. 2nd, 2023 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semi_stableThe longest relationship that Bucky ever had was with a girl named Daisy. They dated for a few months when he was nineteen, and he feels a little guilty for being unable to remember just how long exactly, or the color of her hair, or why they even broke up. He’s willing to bet that it was his fault, because he didn’t like being tied down. He was young and wanted to play the field, sow his wild oats before finding a girl he could build a life with. He figured he would have a boring life, unremarkable like his father’s, or his father before him.
Oh, how wrong he was. Everything changed and now he’s nothing like that young, dumb outgoing idiot who would chase girls with a charming grin. No, all his plans changed and he knows that he’ll never settle down with a wife and kids, but that’s okay. He’s different now, and Daisy doesn’t hold the record for longest relationship any longer. No, that record is tied between two ancient gods, and has been for an entire year.
It hits Bucky all of a sudden while he’s putting something into the calendar on his phone. He stares at an adjacent date and realizes why it’s so important— it’s been a year since Sylvie kissed him on that beach and told him that they could try, that they could all try, together.
Bucky was so sure that it would go wrong, or that he wouldn’t be able to handle it, or they’d get sick of him. He didn’t think it would last because nothing good ever does, but it’s been a whole year and she still loves him. And he loves her.
He doesn’t know if celebrating an anniversary would be of interest to Sylvie, mostly because a year probably doesn’t seem like such a long time to her or Loki. No, she probably wouldn’t like something big or fancy but she might appreciate the thought because as much as she would deny it, she’s a bit sentimental.
He sends her a text and asks her to come over, wondering if she’ll know why or if he’ll have to tell her. In any case, it’s been a year and they’re all still here, still in love despite all odds, and that deserves to be celebrated.
Oh, how wrong he was. Everything changed and now he’s nothing like that young, dumb outgoing idiot who would chase girls with a charming grin. No, all his plans changed and he knows that he’ll never settle down with a wife and kids, but that’s okay. He’s different now, and Daisy doesn’t hold the record for longest relationship any longer. No, that record is tied between two ancient gods, and has been for an entire year.
It hits Bucky all of a sudden while he’s putting something into the calendar on his phone. He stares at an adjacent date and realizes why it’s so important— it’s been a year since Sylvie kissed him on that beach and told him that they could try, that they could all try, together.
Bucky was so sure that it would go wrong, or that he wouldn’t be able to handle it, or they’d get sick of him. He didn’t think it would last because nothing good ever does, but it’s been a whole year and she still loves him. And he loves her.
He doesn’t know if celebrating an anniversary would be of interest to Sylvie, mostly because a year probably doesn’t seem like such a long time to her or Loki. No, she probably wouldn’t like something big or fancy but she might appreciate the thought because as much as she would deny it, she’s a bit sentimental.
He sends her a text and asks her to come over, wondering if she’ll know why or if he’ll have to tell her. In any case, it’s been a year and they’re all still here, still in love despite all odds, and that deserves to be celebrated.
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Date: 2024-03-04 08:40 pm (UTC)For fairly obvious reasons, Bucky doesn't really enjoy being told what to do. This, however, is a special case. Sylvie bosses him around and it doesn't feel like she's trying to control him. She just knows what she wants, and Bucky likes that a lot. It's not something he ever really experienced in bed, given that he was usually the one in charge, and it's kind of nice to know that he doesn't really need to think. On some nights, like this one, he can just let Sylvie take over and know that he'll enjoy himself. So far, so good on that front.
He swallows hard when her sure hand dips between his legs, breath catching as his gaze darts around briefly. No one is really paying them any mind, but he's not sure he would care if they were, not when Sylvie is looking at him like she is now. All he can do is nod at her, then let out a breath when the car slides up to the curb and Sylvie twists away from him. He follows her into the back of the car, settling in close to her as she confirms the address with the driver. Once they're moving, Bucky reaches over and puts his good hand on the inside of her thigh, sliding it slowly up and down and then shifting to press two fingers between her legs. If she were wearing a dress, he'd put them inside of her, right here in the back of the car. As it is, he just rubs firmly at the seam of her pants as he makes polite conversation with the driver. He asks if they're having a nice night and Bucky shifts his hand to grip at Sylvie's cunt through her pants almost possessively, a slight smirk on his lips.
"It's been fantastic," Bucky says easily, grinding his palm down against her clit through thin layers of clothing. "And it's still young."