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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 20:30:28 GMT -7
Bucky raises his brows a little at her confession, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Oh really?" He replies. For some reason, the fact that she hadn't dumped his hat in some trashcan somewhere, when she just as easily could have, made him feel damn good. Not like he's better at this than he thought, not like he likes her anymore than any other good-looking woman in this club, but for some reason that he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it's because he knows, even before she offers, that keeping the hat would always mean him going back to get it. Or, at the very least, seeing her again.
He chuckles a little when she calls the drink in his hand shitty, because she's not all wrong. "Liquor isn't supposed to be good." He tells her, his smile growing wider. But she's looking him up and down, and he knows precisely what she means.
This time, it's Bucky who glances up towards the balcony, albeit subtly, to check for her father's watchful stare. But the post remains empty, and he's damn glad for that. "Yeah," He says, looking back to her, the smile remaining. "Wouldn't want my head to get cold, now would I?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 20:52:08 GMT -7
Tessa nods her head when he oh really's her. She really did try to get rid of it because for a crazy moment she had thought that maybe her father had been right. Maybe she should keep away from Bucky just to keep him alive but that wasn't her job to do. It wasn't her job to keep him alive, that was up to him and him alone. But then she had put it back on the table and left to come here and hopefully it was still there on her table.
She scoffed when he said that liquor wasn't supposed to be good. Nothing in this place was actually good. But it was a habit that clearly none of them could break. Hell, clearly it was something that even she couldn't break because Tessa ended up in this place every single night. Whether or not Lu-Ann came with her was depending on whatever night it actually was. Her mother hated her out late so Tessa had to always make sure that she was home before going back to her own house.
"No, you definitely don't" she admitted and shook her head. Taking Bucky back to her house could result in so many bad things if her father came home in another foul mood. Although thankfully all day they had managed to stay out of each other's way. But even Tessa knew that in the end the bastard would come crawling back to the house, what ever mood he was in was determined by what day he had. If she was lucky enough maybe he actually wouldn't come back home at all. But she never was that lucky.
Tessa nudged her head towards the entrance to the club. Getting out of here would actually lift a bit of weight from her shoulders. It would make her feel a bit more controlling of the situation around her. They really needed to get out of here before her father decides that he's going to look out over the club and finds them together again.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 21:56:11 GMT -7
He likes her. For all it's worth, he likes her. He's known plenty of flirtatious women, Peggy included, but they're very rarely as forward as Tessa chooses to be. Peggy flirts with Bucky without really meaning anything; the kind of flirting that's more playful insulting rather than desire. Back in the Army - when she'd been an intelligence agent for the British and he'd been a no-good sergeant with a sniper rifle - he had tried, maybe a little too stupidly, to try and win her over. He liked her red lipstick and curly brown hair and she always smiled like she could see right through him and at times, especially when he'd been drinking Dum Dum's moonshine, it made him weak in the knees. He stopped when he realized that Steve's politeness wasn't just politeness, and when he noticed how bright Peggy's smiles got around the stupid idiot. Bucky is kind of glad it never worked out between them now. He doubts he could have handled her.
But Tessa says a few see-through lines and gives a nudge towards the door and there is no mistaking. A hat could just be a hat, granted. But it would have been far easier just to throw the damn thing away.
Bucky drops the money on the bar for his drink, and sets the still half-full glass down beside it. "After you." He says to Tessa, just as he did the night before, and gives another sly smile. They walk together through the crowds to the door, and the same bodyguard gives him a frown as Bucky leads Tessa out with a hand on the small of her back. The man says nothing though, but he doesn't look happy about it. "I don't think your dad's employees like me very much." He muses as they walk along the sidewalk, passed the shortening line of hopeful patrons.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 6, 2015 10:39:27 GMT -7
Tessa watches as he puts the money down on the bar and then says the same thing as he did the night before. A smile pulls at her lips and she moves through the crowd. Most people pretended like they were friends with her especially when it came to showing off for their friends. It was something everyone wanted, to be friends with a girl whose father was stupidly well off and owned the hottest club in town.
The sad thing is that they didn't even know a thing about her. Especially when people kept saying that she must be thrilled that her father owned the club. In honestly she really didn't care, only the fact that she got free drinks was what kept her happy. She gave a soft smile to one of the couples who were dancing to some music. They gave her a little wave and she gave one back before continuing on her way with Bucky.
She saw one of her father's bodyguards and then bit on her lip as she listened to what Bucky said as they walked down the sidewalk. Tessa glanced back at the club and wondered whether or not the bodyguards knew that she shouldn't be out with Bucky. Or whether they thought that because he was one of the bodyguards of Peggy Carter then it would be in bad shape for Tessa to be out with him. She actually prayed inside of her head that they wouldn't go running back to her father to tell him that they had seen her leaving the club. The last thing she wanted was to end up with another bruised cheek and a dead Bucky on her hands. It was bad enough that she still felt the sting on her cheek without adding another one to it.
"They work for my father," she muttered and looked over at him. "they don't like anyone that my father doesn't like" Tessa gave him a soft smile before heading back towards her house. Sometimes the bodyguards found her over bearing and a troublemaker but she wasn't there to please them and they needed to keep their thoughts to themselves.
They carried on down the side-walk towards her house. Just as long as her father didn't come home early tonight then she shouldn't have a problem but knowing her father, he turned up at the least favourable times.
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Post by Ray on Aug 6, 2015 13:07:28 GMT -7
"I didn't think I made that much of a lasting impression." He replies, but it doesn't come as much of a surprise. Truth be told, Bucky knew as soon as Scott Argent laid eyes on him at the mook hated him. It's part of the business. No one likes a wise guy. Especially not the kind that flirts with their daughter and takes her home for a more private setting. It's hardly the worst thing he's done that week.
They follow the same path back to her father's house, but Bucky pays a little bit more attention tonight. He knows Brooklyn like the back of his hand, and in his mind he's drawing up a map of where they're going. Last night had been about testing the waters; all that mattered was whether or not this could work to their benefit. And based upon how quickly she took him home, knowing her father hated him, there might be something worthwhile here after all. So next is the bait: Tessa might not be a blathering idiot who'd spill secrets without any provocation, but her father is enough of an asshole that a little push, a little shove, might warrant them the fine details to persuade dear daddy to take the deal. Simple pillow talk could get their operation far. Tessa won't get hurt, unless she's susceptible to broken hearts, and her father never needs to know.
Then the hook...well, that'll come when it comes.
They arrive back at the front steps of her home, and Bucky glances up to the second-story window he climbed out of the night before. He smiles to himself, wondering if he'll have to use that exit-strategy a few more times. It wasn't bad, save for the jump to avoid the bushes. But he'd get the hang of it eventually.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 6, 2015 13:24:20 GMT -7
Tessa scoffed under her breath when he said that he didn't think he had made that much of a lasting impression. Oh, he definitely had. It had sent her father into a complete fit that there had been a row between the two of them the night before. But hopefully tonight will be a bit easier. Her father won't come home so early and she might actually escape another slap.
Before she even realised, they had arrived back to her house and she looked up and let a smile pull at her lips once more. She could see the window where Bucky had climbed out of. Tessa looked through her purse and grabbed the key once more before she moved up the steps. She opened the door and realised just how quiet it was in the house without anyone in it. She held the door open before shutting it behind him. It was the same thing that had happened the night before. Only last night she had pushed him up against the door. Now it was his turn.
That thought made a grin pull at her lips and she put her purse and keys on the chest, that she had put them on the night before, before she turned and looked at him. "Your hat is upstairs if you want to get it" she said with a shrug before letting a smile pull at her lips once more.
Tessa could play hard to get if she wanted too, just because he was back in the house with her didn't mean that she would make it so easy this time around. He liked to tease her, she could do that too. She was probably the best player in the world, not really but she liked to think so.
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Post by Ray on Aug 6, 2015 14:14:29 GMT -7
He steps into the house behind Tessa, blue eyes scanning the interior briefly. It's impressive; as impressive as any shrine of wealth in Brooklyn could be. The place is practically a glaring sign that Scott Argent has money. Bucky's sure it makes him look important to the other wealthy men that Scott caters to, but he's willing to bet the majority of visitors are men who make a living on being crooks. The place is practically begging to be robbed. Two streets to the west, and it would have been already.
But Bucky doesn't spend longer than a couple seconds glancing around before his attention falls back onto Tessa. She's far more interesting than the collected antiques or knock-off art meant to look like originals. Nothing he'd ever need - maybe want, but never need - is down here except for the mobster's daughter. She's looking at him teasingly, and he's sure he could find plenty besides his hat upstairs. But he never really cared about that damn hat in the first place. Half of Brooklyn had the exact same one.
"Hmm." Bucky murmurs, glancing up the stairs at her suggestion. He takes a slow step towards Tessa, closing the short distance between the two of them, but doesn't make a move towards the staircase. "Seems like an awful distance." He comments, his voice low and smooth. He shifts his blue eyes down to glance her over in a slow blink. He noticed the silver dress earlier, just as shimmery as the one she wore last night, but this one hides less of her milky skin. The pads of his fingers skim up her arm which hangs down by her side, and he steps in just a little closer until they're practically touching. "It can wait a little while longer." He tells her, leaning forward to brush his lips up against hers.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 6, 2015 14:33:08 GMT -7
Tessa glances over her shoulder when he mutters how that upstairs is an awful distance and she bits down on her lip before she looks over at him and sees that he has closed the distance between them. His eyes then looks her over. She can't help but her her own eyes look him over. She's already seen what's underneath that suit and she definitely liked it. "It sure is" she said with a sad nod before the pad of his fingers move up over her arm.
Bucky moves closer once more and they're practically touching, so much so that she could hold her hand up slightly and she would be able to touch him. Who needs the damn hat anyway, especially when he was standing in front of her. She could use the distraction right now. He wouldn't mind after all it was only sex. He was lucky because she hardly ever went back a second time but he was there and she could use the thrill right now.
Plus it would prove to her father that she wasn't going to stand for his threats. That she was the owner of her own life and one threat wasn't going to stop her from seeing Bucky.
He leans forward and brushes his lips against hers and she pulls back for a moment before she looks over his face. A grin pulled at the corner of her lips before she reaches out and pulls him closer to her before putting her lips hard against his. Sex made everything look more clearer, but she couldn't help but wince at the fact that the hard kiss she had put against Bucky's lips had made her cheek ache. A part of her hoped that he didn't notice because right now she didn't need the questions. She just needed to rid him of his clothes and onto any surface that they could find. Even if that was just her bed upstairs.
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Post by Ray on Aug 6, 2015 14:59:56 GMT -7
Bucky kisses her back just as hard; the hat instantly forgotten. He can taste alcohol on her tongue and it's a taste he doesn't mind. It's sweet and bitter at the same time, much like a summary of their encounters. His hands fall to her ass, and he holds her tight as he lifts her into the air, much like he did the night before. But this time he turns and sets her onto the antique chest by the door. He uses his own body, aligned right up against hers, to press her back against the wall behind. His mouth parts hers open, and he breathes in straight from her lungs as his hands skim up her thighs, pushing her dress further up her hips. Her skin is just as warm as he remembers and the thought feeds the fire burning deep in his belly.
"What do you want me to do?" Bucky murmurs against her mouth, his voice rough around the edges. His hand slips in between her thighs, and he presses his fingers against her through the fabric of her underwear as he waits for an answer.
He hasn't forgotten the way her body curves, or the things that make her squirm. They might have only spent a single night together, but he spent plenty of time learning just how to make her breathless. When he bites onto her bottom lip, he knows that she'll gasp, so he tugs on it gently to get the same response. Bucky strokes her gently, his mouth brushing along the length of her sharp jawline.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 6, 2015 15:23:55 GMT -7
The kiss is both hard and a turn on. He moves his hands to her ass and he holds her tight but when he lifts her in the air she honestly thought that he would take her upstairs but he puts her on the antique chest. Well this definitely wasn't what she had thought would happen but this definitely was a change from going upstairs. He pressed her back against the wall and takes the breath from her lungs. She could feel her lungs starting to burn with how much their lips were together, his hands then move up her thighs and pushed her silver dress up.
He asked her what she wanted him to do. There was so much he could do right now. She was about to answer him when he slid his hand in between her thighs and presses his fingers against her and she swallows hard and shuts her eyes tightly.
Tessa was about to speak once more when he then bites on her lip and tugs on it she lets out a louder gasp that she did the night before. He was teasing her like he was the night before. Only this time she couldn't arch up against him because of the fact that her back was up against the wall but she definitely wanted more. He then started to stroke her and she pulls her lip in between her teeth when he brushed his mouth along her jawline.
"Fuck...me..." she manages out and keeps her eyes closed as she feels herself giving over to him. It wasn't fair just how he could touch her and send her into a dizzy spell. Maybe he was bad for her health, but at the moment she was just enjoying the feeling that was running from in between her legs right up to her stomach. She wanted more and she didn't care where it was just as long as they got rid of their clothes and ended up connected.
Then in a soft voice she said the one name that she hadn't been able to say the night before "Bucky" then she slightly arched her hips up.
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Post by Ray on Aug 6, 2015 16:00:23 GMT -7
Bucky smiles against her throat when she finally answers his question; voice breathless and strained. It's a simple enough request, one that they were going to get to eventually, one that he has no problems fulfilling. She moans his name softly, and Bucky nips lightly at her throat. He tugs at her underwear and pulls it down her thighs, shifting away from her enough for them to slip down her knees and off her feet. Bucky presses back towards her, hands quickly undoing his belt and the fly of his grey slacks. She arches her hips just right for him, and he guides himself into her slowly.
His hands grip at her hips as he rocks in and out of her, giving her exactly what she wants. His mouth finds hers and he gives her another deep, long kiss as he presses tighter into her. His motion rocks the antique chest she sits upon, but he only increases his pace. Bucky breaks away from the kiss to breath, feeling spidery fingers of want and pleasure spreading up his back and along his fingertips. "Jesus," He breathes out almost silently, burying his head into the crook of her shoulder as he moves harder and faster into her. He doesn't know what the hell he did to deserve this but jesus christ he's going to send Peggy flowers.
With one hand he grips tight to her knee, drawing her off of the wall and even closer to him. He then slides his palm back up her thigh and under her dress, filling his palm with her breast.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 6, 2015 17:03:54 GMT -7
He nips at her throat and tugs her underwear down over her thighs and he moves away from her and she wiggles slight so that she can get them down and onto the ground. He then presses back towards her and then soon he is inside of her. Tessa swallows hard and bits down on her lip. Familiarity, that's pretty much what he had become to her now. She could use him all she wanted in front of her father but it was moments like this, when thankfully he wasn't around, that made her weak in the knees and she was sure that he knew it and that's why he knew just what to do to her.
Bucky was gripping her hips and he moved in and out of her. Tessa arches against him once more, moving with his pace, and her head presses back against the wall behind her. This felt so good, she was sure that it was so much better than the night before. That had been a one time thing and she was sure that it would be fine but here she was giving into him again. Fuck. She really needed to make her words harder in her head.
He put his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply and Tessa found her lips pressing back against his as he moved faster and harder into her. That's when she felt it, the moan moving up from her stomach and escaping through her now parted lips. Tessa moved her hands up his back and she pulls on his shirt but there was no way that she would get it off in time, so instead she clenches her hand into the fabric and closes her eyes tightly once more.
Bucky was drawing her close to him and then the next thing she feels in his hand on her breast. She buries her own head against him and she groans out another moan only this time it seemed much louder in the quiet room.
Her father would be so proud, she was having sex with the same guy twice. Even if he hated him so much. It seemed like a joke with an even funnier punchline. Damn Bucky and his need to draw her in. If that hadn't been the case then she wouldn't be here with him right now. But he really did make a very good distraction.
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Post by Ray on Aug 6, 2015 17:59:51 GMT -7
She moans, loudly, in the hallway of her otherwise silent house. Her hands are grabbing tightly at his white-button up shirt, and for a split second he almost thinks she's going to rip it. He couldn't care less if she did. Much like the hat sitting upstairs, the damn hat he came back here for, it was all just trivial. He's more interested in the way she presses back against him, and how delicate she really is underneath his hands. And goddamn she feels good. Sex always feel good. The way it blurs things around the edges, the way it make every fiber in his body on high alert, the way he just dissolves into the other person. It's relaxing and therapeutic and the one thing that consistently gives him the connection with other people that he craves.
Bucky continues to fuck into her, shifting the rhythm just slightly to rock into her in long, hard strokes. He lifts his head from the crook of her neck and darts his tongue out to wet his lips, feeling his heart pounding like a war-drum in his chest. They move impeccably well together, and the chest creaks and shifts with them. He makes small noises of pleasure at the back of his throat, interrupted only by each deep breath he takes. His hand slides away from her breast and down her back, until he's gripping roughly at her ass.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 6, 2015 18:13:48 GMT -7
Tessa was pretty sure that she was going to come apart at the seams. She feels so light and free from all things that has come upon her over the last couple of days. There is no Scott, no bruised cheek and tear smudged face, there was only her and Bucky right now and it feels so damn good. That she actually doesn't want him to stop but even she knows that there comes a time when she has to go over that cliff. Where she will get so high that it just melts the inside of her and she feels that already building. Feels herself getting to that ridge to plunge off.
When it was all over she felt her heart pounding hard in her chest and she moved the dark hair away from her sweat covered neck. She really did felt good and for a moment she had completely forgotten that she was at home, that she was going to have to come face to face with her own father, but she hoped that it wasn't yet.
Prayed that he would at least decide to stay at the club for a while but when was she ever that lucky? Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to calm her breathing and pulled her underwear up underneath her silver dress. She was now starting to hate the colour but it would have to do right now.
Tessa's eyes sought him out and she couldn't help smile. Sex was always the best remedy to make her feel better, only she hadn't planned for a second encounter with Bucky. But she definitely wasn't complaining when in the end she hadn't felt so good. Maybe she could use him both against her father and for a distraction. But of course that would mean having to see him again and she hadn't really thought that far ahead. He definitely had got further than any other guy with her because she never came back for more. Mostly because the guys were nothing to her. But knowing that her father hated him had some sort of appeal to her. It meant that she should definitely keep him around for a little bit longer.
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Post by Ray on Aug 6, 2015 18:35:41 GMT -7
Like the night before, they both replace and reorganize their clothing as soon as they're finished. Bucky calmly evens his breathing as he tucks his white-button up shirt back into his slacks and fixes his belt around his hips, half expecting her father to barge through the front door once more. With his track record, it wouldn't be all that surprising. But he's not sure which is worse; getting caught in her bedroom, or getting caught screwing Argent's daughter up against a wall in the hallway.
Bucky digs a hand into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and pulls out his half-empty pack of Lucky Strikes. He could use a smoke, or twenty, after that. It's how he got addicted in the first place. It used to be Marlboro Lights he carried around - famously feminine cigarettes - for all of his dates. He'd be the perfect gentleman supplying her with a much-desired cigarette and a light, and they'd share it in while Bucky felt her up in the back of the movie theater. By the time he got to Germany, he was gagging for them.
He taps one out and places it to his mouth, catching Tessa watching him with a smile. He returns it, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards, and takes a step towards where she's standing. "Want one?" He asks, giving the pack of smokes a little wiggle in the air. "Least I can do for you hospitality." He teases coyly, shaking one loose for her.
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