Happy Birthday, hutch2014!
June 22 - “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” Jemma/Bucky for @hutch2014
It actually took Bucky a few moments to recognise her. Jemma always dressed nicely, usually in tailored slacks or skirt and pretty blouses, a jacket over the top if it was cool. He liked the way she always took the time to select her outfits, matching pieces together and always looking fresh and elegant. Even on the rare occasions she had to go into the field, she somehow managed to make standard-issue SHIELD tactical gear look fashionable.
Tonight, however, was a special occasion, it was May’s birthday - not that any of them knew how old she actually was - and Daisy and Jemma were throwing her a surprise birthday party. Bucky had helped by inviting May to spar and keeping her out of the way for a couple of hours a day for the past week, though he was pretty sure that she suspected something. Anyway, the point was that Jemma had obviously decided to dress up, and from some corner of her wardrobe had plucked what Bucky would forever afterwards think as The Dress.
It was blue, royal blue, a favourite colour of his on her, with a fine black lace overlay, and it clung to her form, nipping in her tiny waist, the scoop neck just hinting at her cleavage. It was the hemline that caught Bucky’s attention, though; he’d honestly never seen a woman wear a dress so short. He was pretty sure that if she bent over, he’d catch more than a glimpse of her pretty bottom.
“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight,” he blurted, before mentally kicking himself. He should have said something about how gorgeous she looked first.
Fortunately, Jemma had become skilled at translating Bucky-speak over the last few months. Leaning forward towards the mirror to check her lip gloss, she glanced at him in the reflection.
“You won’t let me out of your sight anyway.”
“True enough,” he admitted. “Can you even bend over in that thing?”
“Oh, yes,” she cast him a smouldering look over her shoulder before bending right over to put on the high-heeled pumps that were waiting on the floor, and giving Bucky a really good look at the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You little minx,” he gaped, before taking three quick strides forward and grasping her around the waist, pulling her back hard against his body. “We’re gonna be late to the party,” he growled against her neck.
“It doesn’t start for another hour anyway,” Jemma gasped as his hands jerked up the hem of her dress.
“We’re still gonna be late, because an hour isn’t nearly enough!”
