VIII. Dream A Little Dream Of Me
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It had been several days, maybe even a week since everything happened on the ship.
The fight between Bucky and his father, his father's plan on selling her. Shooting Bucky.
Everything seemed to have happened so fast, I'm still not sure how we managed to escape with our lives.
Well, I do know how that was possible.
I can't believe that out of the entire crew, there was one person willing to help us.
They must have snuck away during the commotion to get the stuff that was thrown into some bags for us.
Reaching for one of the said bags, I started rummaging through it, pulling out some of the bread, cured meats and some fruit, reaching out and handing some over to her, trying to get her to eat something.
As I continued to dig deeper, there at the bottom, I found some of the medical supplies, pulling out some more of the torn material, putting it aside for Bucky's wound.
I turned to look over at my best friend, laying motionless and pale at the other end of the boat.
She was there, pressing a damp cloth to his forehead, his head on her lap so that her body could shield him from the harsh sun, taking the brunt of the heat herself instead, the food I just gave her, off to the side.
Having put everything back in the bag, I grabbed the dressings and moved over to examine the wound.
Slowly and carefully moving Bucky more on to his side, I tear down the back of his shirt and peel back the part that was covered with dried blood.
I hear her inhale at the sight of the wound, a sob wretched from her throat.
Staring down at the wound, I could tell it had festered. The area around the wound had festered, and was an angry red, outlined with dried blood and puss.
Reaching to remove the older dressings, the smell was putrid and gave clear indication that there was an infection.
"I'm going to need you to hold him while I try to clean and dress this wound. I wish we had a salve or something to put on it to help with the infection." I said, looking directly at her.
She looked at me, and then looked around at the fruit I had given her. "What other kind of fruit was in the bag?" She asked me.
I pulled up the bag again, taking all the fruit out of that one, and rummaging around in another bag, pulling everything from that one.
Having everything laid out for her to examine, she looked everything over, she grabbed some figs and berries, and reached back into one bag pulling out a candle and some other herbs.
"I can make one!" she says, moving a bit to rest Bucky's head directly on the floor of the boat, then proceeding to get to work making it.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked her, in complete awe watching her work.
"My mother used to make a salve for the town people, when they hurt themselves doing a job. I guess I just forgot about it until you mentioned it." she said with a shrug.
"What about your father?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
"He left my mother days after I was born. He apparently had a greater love of his life that just couldn't keep him at home." she said, looking a bit pensive as she worked on the paste for the salve.
"And what greater love was that?" I asked, ready to drop the subject if she asked or gave any sign of discomfort towards it.
"The sea." was all she simply said.
This prompted a lot of questions in my mind, but I decided to hold back for now.
Once the salve was finished, she put Bucky's head back on her lap, wiping off the sheen of sweat now coating his brow again.
I cleaned the wound and redressed it, not before slathering a good portion of the salve on the wound, half expecting to hear some disgruntled sounds coming from him, but there was nothing.
And that worried me more than anything.
As I put the stuff away, I looked over at her, silently brushing away the tears that had fallen upon her cheeks, as she too knew this was not a good sign.
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You didn't know your dad well, not enough to have a conversation with Steve about him.
Continuing to hold him down while he cleaned and dressed the wound, proceeding after to wipe Bucky's brow of the sweat that had accumulated during the process.
There was no noise that came from Bucky during the whole process, and you felt your heart drop at the significance of the circumstances, wiping away the tears from your eyes.
"I can't lose you. I've lost so much already, and I can't lose you too. Not when I'm starting to let myself love you. Come back to me. You need to!" you whisper to Bucky, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his sweat dampened brow.
Lifting your head up, you look out over the water as the sun started to slink low into the sea, the world soon to be plunged into nightfall, just as your world now treaded the depths of despair.
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Everything was dark. No matter which way I turned, darkness was wrapped around me like a blanket that would cling to you when you were all sweaty after an illness.
I didn't know where I was, but surely this wasn't hell. It certainly wasn't heaven.
Somewhere in between maybe?
I had a lot of questions, but I had nowhere to direct them too.
Suddenly, I could hear noises coming from the distance.
The more I tried to listen to the noises, the more I could make them out.
"He left my mother days after I was born. He apparently had a greater love of his life that just couldn't keep him at home."
"And what greater love was that?"
There was a pause for what seemed like an eternity.
And then came something that tore at my soul.
"I can't lose you. I've lost so much already, and I can't lose you too. Not when I'm starting to let myself love you. Come back to me. You need to!"
The voices had reverberated in the darkness, but the last one felt like a punch into my solar plexus.
This was followed by the sound of crying.
I could feel my heart breaking because I couldn't be there to comfort you.
"Don't cry my Pet. I'm here, I'll never leave you!" I called out, knowing it was useless, but I still had to try.
As I tried to find my way out of the darkness, searching for what felt like dead ends, I suddenly heard a voice I hadn't heard in many many years.
"Bucky, my sweet boy!" came the angelic like voice.
I whipped around in the direction it was coming from.
Just then, the darkness started to give way to the light.
There she stood in front of me, just as I remembered her.
I suddenly felt like I was eight years old again, seeing her the way she was the last time I saw her, only no pregnancy belly.
I couldn't hold back the choked sob that came from my throat as I ran to her, wrapping my arms around her waist as she held me close, kissing my temple softly.
"My sweet, sweet boy. You have grown into a strapping man. I am so sorry I had to leave you. I know it was hard for you. Growing up without me, and following the life your father has set out for you." she whispered.
"Ma, the last thing I remember is father standing over me with the smoke from his pistol clinging in the air. Your husband shot me!" I said, finally admitting to myself what had happened, and why I was here, anger laced in my voice.
"I know my boy. I am so sorry!" she continued.murmured softly.
"You left me with him. I had no choice but to endure a life at sea with him, unable to escape his vile and loathsome ways!!" I wanted to scream at her.
"I have tried to be the free spirited man you wanted me to become, but I haven't been able to because of him!" I spat out.
"You are my free spirited boy when you are with her. She brings you the peace that your soul craves. It was destined that you two were meant to find each other. You both need each other even now, but especially later on. Your souls are intertwined together, and you were always meant to cross paths when you did. That's why you reacted so strongly to her when you first saw her, and why she has never held you accountable for the situation she's in. She trusts you, not just as someone she can talk to and share secrets with, my boy. But she trusts you enough to give you her heart. You heard her." she said, stepping close to me to cup my cheek, the action filled with nothing but a mother's love. "Treat her right, love her with all your heart, and protect her at all costs. You have a stronger soul than your father ever did. You will be able to endure all that you both will go through. Just remember to talk to each other, and protect your love at all cost." she said, slowly starting to disappear before my eyes.
"MA!!" I cried out, the pain of watching her leave, equally as great as the night she died.
Suddenly the light was swallowed up again by the dark.
I laughed at the irony of it, because that's how it felt the night you were attacked by the crew. Darkness attacking the light in my life.
It wasn't long before the dark slowly crept away. Another figure stood before me, but I couldn't make them out right away.
"Jamie?" came the voice I would recognize anywhere.
"Pet!" I exclaimed, going to step towards her, but felt rooted into place.
"Jamie, you need to let yourself heal. You've been shot, and your body is trying to heal itself but it's fighting itself." she whispers.
"She's right, Buck. You need to rest in order to heal." Steve approached from the shadows.
"I'm trying, I just don't know what to do?!" I say.
"We will take care of you to help you heal physically. You need to take care of yourself from the inside, and when the time is right, you come back to us, you understand, Jamie?" she tells me, like it was that simple.
"Don't worry, I will watch over her for you and make sure she's taken care of until you are able to do so yourself." Steve says before disappearing back into the shadows.
"Please Jamie, we have our future ahead of us, you need to come back." she whispered, reaching up, placing a kiss on my cheek before she, too, disappeared.
This time the darkness didn't fully take over.
I was able to see where I was going, walking into the first moment I could remember after embarking on the new life with father after Ma died.
I stepped out onto the ship's deck, watching the crew run around, getting ready to set sail.
"Hoist the sails and set the mast. We set sail in two minutes!" came a voice that instantly made me cringe.
"Where are James and Steven?" barked my father's voice.
I walked down towards the cabin that I knew Steve and I had been in that day, suddenly in the cabin with them.
I watched as we colored and played, possibly no more than about ten years of age at this point.
"I miss her, Steve. It's been two years since she passed, and there's not a day that goes by where I don't want to run into her arms and have her hug me and tell me it's all going to be ok." the younger me confessed.
"I know Buck. I'm sure she'd be proud of how you've managed so far. All things considered. I mean it's not like he really gave you the chance to grieve for them." Steve said, sitting up and starting to put away the paints and canvases.
"No, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less." I said to him.
I remembered this conversation with Steve vividly.
Just before Steve was going to say anything further, the door was thrown open and one of my father's henchmen marched in.
"Your father wants you both on deck now, boys!" the crew member growled out, before turning on their heels and leaving the cabin.
I followed the younger version of myself and Steve back to the deck.
"Ah, there's my boy!" my father called out, as soon as he saw us. "Come here!! You're going to learn a lesson today on what happens when crew members don't do what they are told!"
My stomach dropped as I remembered what happened that day.
There, chained to the railing of the ship, stood a crew member, clothes torn to shreds, open wounds left open and unattended to.
"This scallywag continuously defied orders that were given to him. Found him repeatedly sneaking off to shore in the last town we had docked at, and found him lurking around town, watching this woman and her child for periods of time. And when he was told to come back to the ship, he tried to defy orders and fought several crew members. That's why he's in chains right now." my father explained.
"So, he needs to be taught a lesson. And what a perfect lesson it will be for you to learn, if you're ever going to be the future Captain of this ship!"
I stayed where I was, rooted in place watching everything unfold.
"You my boy are going to give him the lashings that he deserves. Spare him only until an inch of his life!" my father says, handing the younger version of me a bullwhip.
"Go on boy! This is going to make you a man!" he says, urging me on.
Knowing what happens, I couldn't watch, not after living through it.
At the sounds of the screams, I turned away, noticing another scene playing in front of me.
I walked into it, and was immediately finding myself in a tavern.
I looked around, and found an older but still younger version of myself in the corner, a barmaid on my lap.
My hands were tangled in her hair, her blouse disheveled barely covering any skin.
She was grinding into my lap, and I instantly knew what this was.
I was probably about a score here, if that really.
The barmaid stood up, taking my hand, and proceeded to lead me to her chambers.
I followed, not really sure why it felt like I was spying but does it count as spying on yourself?
I watched as she threw me back against the bed, making haste of my trousers, my shirt tossed aside.
I didn't care that she was much older, I figured she had things she could show me.
I sat up on the edge of the bed and removed the rest of her clothing, before her lips found mine and she climbed up on top.
I watched as she directed my inexperienced hands to hold her hips as she sank down on to me.
I remembered the feeling of being with a woman the first time, the patience she showed me, as she directed me to do the things that spurred her on more.
I must have been a fast learner, because she was coming apart pretty quick and I could barely hold on.
Just as I was about ready to release, she pulled off of me and let my cum spray onto her stomach.
I started to chuckle as I recalled what happened next.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, there was a bang on the door followed by a "CHARLENE!!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!! OPEN UP NOW!!!" boomed a voice.
I watched my younger self bolt up, looking around.
"That's my husband, you need to go now!" she said, her voice in a panic.
"Your husband!?!?" I yelped, while hopping around on one foot trying to put my trousers back on.
"You didn't say anything about being married!" I practically hissed as I threw my shirt and then boots on, dashing to the window.
I turned around from the situation, noticing another area of light that I wandered through.
I had to shield my eyes at how bright everything was.
Once my eyes adjust, I look around, scanning my surroundings, until I find a more recent version of Steve and I standing in the market, talking.
There is absolutely no way that I could forget this moment.
I followed myself as I walked up to the school house.
Tilting my head at my initial reaction to seeing her closer up.
I watched as my pupils dilated, and my pulse became almost erratic in my throat. I could hear my breathing hitch in my throat, and my whole presence seemed to have been touched by an angel.
I peered into the window and my breath caught again in my throat.
It didn't matter how long it had been, or how many times I'm forced to relive this moment, my reaction to her is always going to be the same.
I stood by watching as the interaction unfolded.
I wanted to follow back to Steve, but I was curious as to your reaction about our meeting.
"He looked pretty smitten by you sweetheart!" David said, with a half chuckle.
"Oh, I wouldn't know about that David. I only just met him. I don't think someone could be smitten with someone that fast."
Oh, but she was mistaken. Very much so. I was a goner that day.
Head over heels in love, no turning back.
I stood rooted into the spot when I realized what I just admitted to myself.
I had been in love with her since that very moment, and that is what my mother was trying to tell me.
I couldn't see my life without her in it, and I had to do everything possible to keep her safe, and away from my father.
When I looked up, there was another light. I followed it until I stood in a place that I did not recognize.
I was there with her, or what I presumed was me.
We were older, much older, silver streaking our hair.
She sat in a chair reading, while I tinkered with the firewood.
As I stood up, my back gave way to the loud pops and creaks that age often evokes upon us.
"There, the firewood is brought in, so if it gets cold at night, we will at least be able to have a fire going to stave away the cold." I said to her, while walking over and kissing her cheek softly.
She looked up at me with what I could see as being love in her eyes.
"You're always too good to me, Jamie. It's nice to finally be able to settle into a normal life, instead of one at sea. The children can carry on with your work. Lord knows you left your business in stable condition before passing it off to J.J. He's got your business sense when it comes to trades." she said.
"Yes, J.J. will do wonders with this new trade coming up. I'm glad we were able to take over and make a legitimate business after everything." my older self says.
As I watch them interact a bit more, I feel the presence of someone to my right.
Without turning around, I speak over my shoulder.
"I don't know you, but you feel familiar to me." I said, continuing to watch the exchange in front of me take place, as my older self wraps a shawl over her shoulders, then kissing the top of her head.
With a hefty sigh, I turn around and look at the woman standing in front of me.
Her eyes matched mine, as did the color of her hair and the dimple on her chin.
"Rebbeca." I simply said, when I put the pieces together.
"You would have made an amazing brother to me, had I been given the chance to survive. You're loyal, fierce, loving. And let's not forget, protective of those you love." she said, watching the scene behind me now.
"I had really hoped for a sister, and I was devastated when I lost not just Ma, but you as well. I was left with the excuse of a man I call father." I tell her, bile rising in my throat at the thought of that wretched man, and the thought of if Rebbeca had survived, she would have been subjected to him, especially if either way Ma didn't survive.
"You aren't like him, you know. Even though there were things you had to endure that no one really shouldn't, you are still that caring boy that stood on the cliff the day you left and vowed to be the man our Ma would have been proud of." she said point blank.
I felt the color in my cheek tinge at her remark.
"You have one more thing you need to see before you can go back." she says, barely a whisper.
As she speaks, I see a dark cloud of smoke, snake its way over the ground, wrapping itself around Rebbeca until she was almost engulfed.
"REBBECA!!" I screamed, trying to reach out for her.
"Just remember to be true to who you are meant to be!" she managed before the smoke completely engulfed her.
"Always trying to run away, and letting others tell you what to do. Isn't that right boy?" the voice behind me was unmistakable, as a shiver ran down my spine and rage coiled in the pit of my stomach.
I slowly turn around, my fists clenched tight, as I look my father dead in the eyes.
"You have no idea what I am capable of, you putrid old man!" I spat out, not wanting to engage in this conversation any further.
"You know, maybe it's a good thing you didn't bed her. She was a distraction to you, and who knows. Maybe she'd have turned out like all the other bitches in her species, and let some other man in the next town defile her and let him take what you were too scared to do. Maybe she doesn't want your babes, and maybe she doesn't want you. Have you ever thought of that being the reason as to why she's not let you fuck her yet? Why you have been able to fuck a babe into her?" he spurred on.
Each word that man spoke, made my insides twist and turn, bile rising further up my throat.
"She loves me!" I ground out, letting my own words wash over me.
"And I love her!" I finished, the hatred that was coiling around in my stomach, dissipating away, being replaced with what felt like butterflies at the thought.
"I love her, and there is nothing that you are capable of doing that is going to keep me from her! You can rot in hell if you think otherwise!" I quipped.
As my resolve on what I said solidifies, my father evaporates into the dark.
The scenes of what I had walked through, flashing in my mind, the weight of the darkness wrapping me into a cocoon, the air in my lungs non existent.
I bolted up right from my slumber, gasping for the air to fill my lungs, tears streaming down my face, as I rapidly scanned the room until my eyes landed on my beautiful angel.
"Jamie! Steve!!! It's Bucky!!! He's awake!!" she says, running over to the side of the bed, grabbing a cloth to wipe the sweat off my brow.
"Hi, Pet!" my voice croaked, not caring, as I took her hand in mine and brushed a soft kiss to the underside of her wrist right on her pulse. My reward for surviving was the rapid pace her pulse took on when I did that.
"Jamie!" she said, as the tears started to fall down her cheeks.
I brushed my thumb over her cheeks wiping the tears away, before pulling her into me, kissing her like a starved man having walked through the desert.
"You told me to come back to you!" I told her, as she gasped my confirmation granted by her reaction, letting me know what I heard was real.
Brushing my thumb over her knuckles, I bring them up to my lips, as I kiss them softly.
"And I love you too!" I told her, my heart finally feeling light, having gotten that off my chest.
She smiled brightly, as she laid down with me, and we curled up and drifted off to sleep.
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It had been a few days now since we got off the boat once we drifted to shore.
You stayed in the boat with Bucky, while Steve went to go find some where we could stay until Bucky was awake and stable enough to move.
When Steve came back, we moved Bucky to a nearby church.
The friar was quite kind and helped us take care of Bucky's wound.
The infection slowly started to disappear thanks to the salve.
The nights were lonely, to say the least.
Steve spent the nights outside, keeping an eye out, while you were able to get some sleep.
Some nights, the infection took hold pretty bad, causing Bucky to shiver and shake, even though it was relatively mild outside.
You'd put extra blankets on him, ensuring that all traces of sweat were kept clear, in case that caused him to get worse.
He'd been this way for more then a month, when one night, he started to shake so bad, you couldn't hold him.
"Steve! Steve!!" you called out, hoping that he'd hurry up.
"Help, please!" you begged the minute he ran through the door.
"What's...." he started, but immediately saw Bucky convulsing.
"I love her." Bucky mumbled in his sleep.
You turn to look at Steve. "Who? Do you know who he's in love with?" you ask, sleep making it harder for you to understand.
"I've been in love with her since the first moment I saw her!" Bucky continued.
Steve looked at you, a blush gracing his cheeks, realizing that if he said anything he was exposing his best friend, when he couldn't say anything for himself.
You waited for an answer, but one didn't have the chance to come.
The next moment you turn around at some movement to find Bucky thrashing around in the bed.
"REBBECA!!!!" Bucky screamed, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Who's Rebbeca?" you ask, panic and a tinge of jealousy lacing the question.
Taking a moment to register your question, Steve bashfully rubbed the back of his neck trying to figure out how to answer you.
Once Bucky calmed down, Steve knelt down in front of you, taking hold of your hands that you were fidgeting with.
"Rebbeca was Bucky's sister who died along with his mom in childbirth. His father couldn't even be bothered to name the babe, so Bucky took it upon himself to name his sister." Steve explained, making your heart hurt at the thought of him never knowing his sister.
After a while, Bucky resumes talking in his sleep.
"She loves me!" Bucky murmured.
"I love her, and there is nothing that you are capable of doing that is going to keep me from her! You can rot in hell if you think otherwise!" Bucky growled.
After Bucky had settled down, Steve went back to where he was sleeping.
You were getting settled in wanting to read a bit of a book you had found when you went further into town to fetch some supplies.
You had been reading for a bit when all of a sudden Bucky bolted upright in bed, gasping for air.
"Jamie! Steve!!! It's Bucky!!! He's awake!!" you say, running over to the side of the bed, grabbing a cloth to wipe the sweat off his brow.
"Hi, Pet!" he said, his voice croaking, taking your hand in his and brushing a soft kiss to the underside of your wrist right on your pulse. You could feel the beat quicken at his touch.
"Jamie!" you whispered, as tears started to fall down your cheeks.
He brushed his thumb over your cheeks wiping the tears away, before pulling you into him, kissing you as if he was a starved man having walked through the desert.
"You told me to come back to you!" he said to you, as you gasped, giving him confirmation that he had heard what you had said.
Brushing his thumb over your knuckles, bringing them up to his lips, kissing them softly.
"And I love you too!" he whispered to you, bringing fresh tears to your eyes.
You smiled brightly, as you laid down with him, curled up and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, you woke up first, thinking everything that happened last night was a dream.
You looked over to see Bucky sleeping, as he had been for the last month.
You felt foolish thinking that the events of last night were anything more than a dream.
You let out a deep sigh, turning to get up out of the bed, when all of a sudden there's movement beside you, and you hear a voice you were starting to think that you'd never hear again.
"Good morning, Pet! Did you sleep well?" Bucky said, his voice hoarse from being asleep for a month.
You turn around really quick to look at him.
"I didn't dream it! You really are awake!" you cry out, before flinging your arms around Bucky's torso.
"Easy there, Pet! I still feel like I've been to hell and back." he said with a soft chuckle.
"I was starting to think you would never wake up again." you whisper, looking down at the floor.
"I could never leave you, Pet. Heaven wouldn't have been the same without my Angel from here on earth!" he whispered.
You saw Bucky trying to sit up, so you went around to the other side of the bed to help him.
"You need to take it easy, Bucky!" you said, while fluffing the pillows for him to be more comfortable.
Before either of you could say anything further, Steve comes walking in, with a sac of food.
"Well if it isn't sleeping beauty, awake from his nap!" Steve says, stopping at the end of the bed, a huge grin on his face.
"I've missed you too Steven!" Bucky says, getting a chuckle from Steve.
"Ha ha, very funny Bucky. Anyways, I was coming here to tell you guys that we are going to have to go to the next town in a few days. We don't know if they are still trying to find us, and now that you're awake Buck, this will make it a lot easier to move. The friar of this church goes to the next town over to help the townsfolk there. He's offered to take us there as long as we help take care of some homes for him." Steve says.
You look at Bucky, and you can see him thinking it all over.
"Basically, you're saying that we will have a place to stay, so long as we take care of the places? And it puts us further away from my father? Why not! What do you think, Pet?" Bucky turns to look at you.
"It sounds too good to pass up, if I am being honest." you agree.
"Then it's settled. I'll tell the friar that we will do it." Steve says, concluding the discussion, and turning to go talk to the friar.
"Pet?" Bucky says, looking at you.
"Yes Jamie?" you say, turning to give him your full attention.
"I want to do things right by you. I want us to have a real marriage. Nothing tied to Pirate laws. I want to marry you the correct way, and have everything be legitimate. This way, when you are ready, and we end up starting a family, everything that is mine, will be theirs the right way. What do you say? Will you marry me for real? And be my wife in every way?" Bucky says looking at you with hopeful eyes.
"I've always considered you to be my husband since that day. I guess doing things the right way will make it harder for anyone to come between us." you say, as a shy smile creeps across your face.
"Is that a yes then?" he asks you, taking your hands in his.
"Yes, Jamie! I'll be your wife in every sense of the word." you say with a giggle, as he trailed kisses up your arm.
"But! You need to get your strength back first. So rest up mister!" you say, crawling off the bed, rushing to find Steve to let him know.
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It had been a couple of days since I woke up. I took it easy as much as I possibly could, but knowing that there was the possibility that my father was still on the hunt for us, there was an underlying sense of urgency that made me push myself more to get my strength back as much as possible.
She had gone and told Steve our plan, and we had agreed that we would do the ceremony the right way before we left for the next town.
That was happening the day after tomorrow, so our window for getting this done before we headed to the next town was closing pretty quickly.
We had also talked to the friar, and he agreed to wave the banns that are normally posted for a wedding, simply because we were to some degree, already married.
He just chose to label the ceremony as a renewal of our commitment to each other.
I was completely ok with that.
She was bustling around town getting everything that she wanted to cook for a little supper afterwards.
Steve and I were in town gathering up some supplies for the friar, which took a good portion of the day, and by the time we got back to the church, she had made us some food and had almost everything ready for the following day.
"Did you have any trouble finding the stuff the friar asked you to get?" she asked, as she unpacked the sacs to put things away in the kitchen for the cook.
"Yes we did, Pet. Do you need a hand with anything?" I ask, feeling guilty that she was doing most of this by herself.
"No, now shoo, I'm going to finish dinner, and then we can all turn in early, because tomorrow is going to be a busy day!" she says, excitement bouncing around in her eyes.
"Oh, I'm stuffed, that was so delicious!" Steve said, leaning back in his seat, stretching.
"I'm glad that you enjoyed it." she said, standing up to take away the dishes.
I couldn't help but yawn.
Even though I had been asleep for a month, I still found that I was continuously tired. Probably because I was now trying to regain my strength, and still healing.
"Why don't you go to bed, Jamie. I'm going to do these and then I'll be in for the night." she says.
"Actually, it's considered bad luck to see the groom before the ceremony, so he's going to stay with me tonight." Steve said, much to both of our disdain.
"Really, Steve?" she said, stopping in her tracks.
"Yes, now come on Buck. You need to get some rest before tomorrow night." Steve said, as I went to stand.
"Yeah, I'm coming." I tell him, as he gets up to head to bed. "I'll be there in a moment." I finished.
I turn and look at her, walking her to the other room that we had been sharing.
Standing at the entrance to the room, she turned, pressing her back to the door as she peered up to look at me through her lashes.
"I guess we should say good night then?" she whispered so softly, that I almost didn't catch it.
I couldn't help what I did next. The impulse just took over.
Leaning forward until her head pressed against the door, my lips sought out hers, brushing across them softly and with a slow burning passion.
Swiping my tongue across her bottom lip, I begged for entrance.
Without missing a heartbeat, her mouth opened to grant me refuge.
Pressing her further against the door, her arms came up to drape over my shoulders, as our bodies molded together.
My hands found safe haven on her hips, pulling her as close to me as possible, fighting an internal battle with myself to remain respectful to her.
Pulling myself away, the heady sensation of the kiss, along with the demanding need I had to control, made my breath ragged.
I looked up into her eyes, pupils blown out leaving no trace of color, and looked back down to her lips, swollen and glistening from our kiss.
I rested my forehead against hers, panting and struggling to regain my composure, adjusting my stance a bit to relieve the discomfort that had suddenly grown in my pants.
"You're going to be the death of me, Pet. But if death by your kisses is the way I am meant to go, then I will gladly meet my Maker now." I murmured against her lips.
"Tomorrow, Jamie. Tomorrow and then I will be yours completely." she whispered before reaching up and cupping my face.
"Tomorrow you will officially and completely be Mrs. Barnes." I tell her, pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose.
"Good Night, Jamie. Sleep well!" she said, before opening the door and slipping into the room, but not before turning back, blowing me a kiss.
I couldn't help but have a huge smile on my face while walking back to Steve's room.
I paced back and forth at the front of the little church, Steve standing off to the side talking to the friar.
The front of the church glowing in candle light as the sun was starting to set.
I don't know how I had managed to get through the day without seeing her yet but I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice when Steve stopped talking, until he reached a hand out to grab my shoulder.
I watched as the friar took his position at the very front, and Steve came to stand beside me.
There she stood, dressed in a simple but beautiful white gown, that flowed around her like the mist at the bottom of a beautiful and exotic waterfall.
It seemed like no time before she was standing in front of me, a smile spread across her beautiful lips.
"Hi!" I whispered, my smile growing as I reached to take her hand in mine.
"Hi!" she whispered back, a giggle dripping from her lips.
We turned our attention to the friar, as he started off with the blessing of the union, then proceeded to ask if we wanted to repeat the vows he'd provide, or if there was something we wanted to say from our hearts.
"I'll go first!" she said.
"Jamie, the day you came into my life, you brought forth a whirlwind of adventure and emotions that I didn't think I would ever find in my life. You've been patient, tender and loving with me, even when I know I've tested your patience when it comes to things. When you were hurt, I thought I lost you, just when I found you. I thought if you were to be taken away from me just as quickly as you were given, then I would live my life alone. I wouldn't want anyone else but you. You make me feel comfortable, and at ease, and I feel like you see me for me. For who I really am. You love me, and you came back to me against impossible odds. I don't deserve a love like yours, but I will do everything to not make you regret loving me, and I will protect what we have at all costs. I love you, Jamie!" she finished, brushing a trail of tears that streamed down her face, making me realize I had tears of my own rolling down my cheeks.
"Wow! I don't know how I can even compare to that. But here goes nothing. Since the first day I saw you, I have loved you. I didn't know then the depth of my feelings for you at the time, but I knew I was granted my own special Angel. You knocked the wind out of my sails, and from that point on, I couldn't get you out of my head, and you were the only one I ever wanted from then on. You asked me to come back to you, when I was unconscious. I heard you, and your love for me helped me to fight to make coming back to you a possibility. I was told to treasure what I have with you, and to always do my best to keep you and our love for each other safe. I will always put you first before everyone and everything else. This I promise you." I finished in a whisper, awe struck at my angel before me.
I watched as she tried to speak, but emotions clearly did not allow her to.
The friar proceeded on with the ceremony, including the exchanging of the rings.
"Repeat after me. 'With this ring, it is the symbol of the love we share, a bond unbroken just as the circle of the ring has no beginning, no end. I will take you as my wife/husband for all the rest of my days, nothing tearing us apart.' " the friar said.
We exchanged the ring, and repeated the promise, smiling at each other as we did.
"If there is no one that objects, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!" he concluded.
I wasted no time gathering her in my arms and crashing our lips together.
After what seemed like forever, I pull away and smile.
"There she is! My wife, Mrs. Barnes!" I said, making her giggle.
"Here I am!" she says in a small fit of giggles.
"Thank you friar. Steve, I hope you don't mind, but I need to spend time with my wife now! Thank you both, honestly!" I said, pulling Steve into a hug, and then shook the friar's hand.
"You're welcome, Bucky! Now go enjoy your bride!" Steve clapped my shoulder as I turned to take her hand in mine, running off to the chamber.
Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door, turning back to look at her.
I walked towards her, tugging on her hand to bring her towards me.
The moment she was close to me, my hand cupped her cheek, the pad of my thumb brushing ever so slightly across her cheekbone.
I tilt her face up and gently lean in brushing my lips over hers.
My teeth graze over her bottom lip, causing her to gasp, ceasing my moment and plunged my tongue to find hers.
Her hands snake their way up my arms and across my shoulders, to the collar of my shirt, then tracing down my chest, as her fingers aptly undid the buttons.
As her fingers slid over my skin, I couldn't fight off the shiver that trailed down my spine.
Pulling her closer, I deepened the kiss, as my hands proceeded to untie the laces on the bodice of her dress.
Once they were undone, I gently pushed the fabric down off her shoulders, trailing the kiss from her lips down her jaw and the softness of her neck until I reached the bare skin of her shoulders.
"You are truly beautiful!" I murmured against her skin.
"You make me feel beautiful Jamie!" she whispered.
"Are you sure you are ready? I don't want to force you to do anything, but I don't want any reason for this to be contested." I whisper, still kissing and sucking along her sensitive skin.
"I am sure, Jamie! You've waited long enough, and I am more than ready!" she moaned as I gently bit her collarbone, then mewled when I started to suck where I just bit.
We took the next savoring each other as we slowly removed articles of clothing, in the end leaving us completely exposed.
I took her hand and led her over to the bed, having her lay down, as I laid beside her.
"I will be gentle with you. I will go at your pace, and not anything more until you tell me you're ready." I told her.
"I know." she said, between placing kisses on my bare chest.
"It will hurt for the first bit, but I will try and make it hurt as little as possible." I said, adjusting our positions so she was on her back, and I could kiss her soft silky skin.
My lips trailed down her neck, going further down her chest, until I came to her pebbled nipples.
Each peak was taught, and when I bent down to take one peak into my mouth, then went to the other, they glistened in the candle light.
I looked up at her, coming undone already with just my lips on her skin.
I proceeded to move further down, kissing down her stomach, as my hand reached between her legs, my thumb finding her already swollen and sensitive bud.
"You're already slick!" I groaned, loving how she was reacting to me.
"You have that effect on me, Jamie! Please!" she begged.
I continued to put pressure on her bud, as my mouth trailed further down.
My tongue swiped over her slick folds tasting her for the first time, and nearly died and went to heaven right then and there.
"You taste divine, Pet!" I murmured against her now throbbing core.
I put more pressure on her clit, as I slid a finger into her folds, instantly feeling as she proceeded to soak my hand with her arousal.
I watched as she gripped the sheets as I continued my ministrations with my tongue.
I had to hold her hips in place as she started to arch off the bed the more I continued.
"Jamie!" she begged, her voice trembling.
"Yes, Pet?" I ask, smirking against her now soaked core.
I stopped what I was doing, rewarded with a frustrated moan, as I kissed my way back up to her.
I propped myself beside her, letting my thumb brush against her lips, silently urging her to open her mouth to taste herself.
My eyes almost rolled into the back of my skull as her tongue teased the pad of my finger, before taking it into her mouth, sucking off all her juices.
"You like that?" I teased her.
She nodded, not wanting to waste any last drop.
When she'd finished, I took her hand in mine and guided it to my now throbbing and rock hard erection.
She was a bit hesitant at first, but with a bit of encouragement she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and I almost came right then and there.
"Fuck!" I yelped, not ready for how her touch there would jolt my body.
That seemed to spur her on, as she started to stroke up and down my shaft, resulting in pre cum dribbling down from the head.
"God, you feel amazing doing that, Pet!" I whimpered, trying not to thrust into her hand.
"You're so big, Jamie!" she said with awe.
"This is what you do to me, Pet. You drive me insane, and all I want is you. Are you ready for me to continue?" I asked, testing to see where she was at, not wanting her to feel rushed by any means.
"Pet, please. I need you to use your words." I whispered, making sure she was comfortable as I positioned myself on top.
I nudged apart her legs, grinding a bit on her thigh so she could adjust to the weight of me on her.
"Yes, Jamie! I'm ready, please!" she whispered, and that was all I needed.
I lined myself up with her entrance, rubbing the tip against her folds in order to use her arousal and my pre cum as a lubricant to make this easier on her.
I looked in her eyes once more, as I slowly started to breach her, keeping her eyes locked onto mine.
"Breathe, remember to breathe through the pain." I tell her.
She nodded, as I continued to inch into her more.
Her hands held onto my biceps, as her leg went to drape over my hip, making it easier to gain further access.
I went as painstakingly slow as I possibly could so that she wouldn't hurt as much.
I don't know how long it had been before I was finally sheathed to the hilt, feeling her walls clench around my cock.
I let out a growl feeling her all around me.
"Jamie, please! I need you to move!" she panted, after a bit, letting me know she was ready.
I slowly started to move my hips, pulling back out, before sliding all the way back in.
As I continued, her nails dug into my shoulders, before her hands slid down my back, grabbing my ass, in hopes to pull me further into her.
This was all the encouragement I needed, as I started to move my hips faster.
"I have waited for what feels like forever to feel you this way. You look so beautiful laying there, while I fill you up." I moaned as I kissed just under her ear.
"Jamie!!" she cried out, and I could tell at how she was grasping at me that she was already close.
I started to move faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the air, as I took her hands and placed them over her head holding them in place as I bent down and took her nipple into my mouth again.
"Jamie! Jamie! I'm close! I'm so close!" she whimpered, her head thrashing back and forth, as she chased her high.
"That's it, Pet! Come undone for me! Come for me!" I grounded out, as my thrusts become more forceful and demanding.
"You're doing so well! I'm going to fill you up! You'll carry my child! I want to watch over time as your belly swells with my babe! As your breasts become heavy with milk!" I was practically panting at the thought of having her pregnant with my child.
"Yes, Jamie! I want to have your children!" she cried out, arching up off the bed as her orgasm washed over her.
That was all I needed as my thrusts became erratic until they stopped and I groaned into the crook of her neck as I let go, filling her with all my seed. Shooting everything deep into her, thrusting very slowly to ensure everything is inside of her.
After the last bit was poured out, I got up, and got a cloth, going over to the basin and wetting it, before coming back to the bed and cleaning her off, before cleaning myself, then crawling back into bed beside my wife.
I pulled the covers up over us, as she moved closer, resting her head on my chest as I put my arm around her, pulling her tight to me.
I kissed the top of her head, noting how the sun was completely set and the room was cast in candle light.
"How do you feel?" I asked her, concern lacing in my voice.
"Good, a bit sore, but good. You were very gentle, and sweet!" she says, her voice slurring a bit as sleep started to take us both over.
"Let us get some rest, Pet. It's been a long day." I said, as I turned slightly to blow out the candle.
"I love you, Jamie!" she said, the words almost non-existent.
"I love you too, my Angel. I love you too!" I said, just before sleep took me under as well.
