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Happy Birthday, hutch2014!

June 22 - Jemma/Bucky “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” for @hutch2014

NSFW

Written by @thestarfishdancer 

Note:  A million thank-yous to the amazing and talented @dresupi for not only agreeing to beta but also for the figurative hand-holding as I branch out to writing new pairings. <3

It may take every obstinate cell in her (admittedly) tiny body, but Jemma Simmons is not going to cave. She bites her lip and cants her hips as much as the cybernetic arm wrapped under and around her thigh to better drive her up the bloody wall will let her. She’s so close, the very razor’s edge of close, she is right there…

Which is, of course, when her bloody wanker of a boyfriend pulls his mouth away, slowing the thrust of the two finger he has buried in her cunt to keep her hovering with bliss just outside her grasp. A frustrated cry tears itself out of her throat against her volition.

“You want something, doll?” Bucky teases, and as absurdly fond as she is of the wicked grin on his face, she’s sorely tempted to try to maneuver enough to kick him. She settles for glaring mutinously instead.

“You know what you have to do,” he coaxes, his mouth so close to where she wants him right now, his fingers withdrawing and then pushing deep again, the slight burn of post-mission stubble against the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

This is fine. She can absolutely do this. She survived Grant Ward’s torture - has proof in the latticework of scars on her stomach that said wanker of a boyfriend treats with a mix of helpless anger and gentleness on a regular basis. Certainly she can survive this much more pleasurable torture.  Her breath comes out in moaned gasps as he teases at her clit, pushing her as near to ecstasy as she think she can stand only to stop. Again.

She steels herself for the next wave of torment, because she is bloody determined she will not lose this bet – or was it a dare? – and even though the point of it is bloody escaping her and bloody hell and damn it all. A whimper of pure need escapes because he’s moved to bite the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, the sharp sting followed a soothing sweep of his tongue.

“What a nice little sound,” he smirks up at her from between her legs. “I think I’ll bite there again.”

As his teeth close around that spot – and lord how did she not know that particular inch of skin was such an erogenous zone – she caves.

“Oh, GOD, James, please, please, please,” she speaks her first words in what feels like days though she knows, rationally, it can’t be more than an hour since the dare – or was it a bet, after all? – that began when Fitz noted, over post-mission debrief drinks, which they do now that the team is based in the Avengers tower, that Doctor Banner worked much more quietly than she did.  The aforementioned doctor who had the good sense to scarper instead of taking another swig and behave like he wasn’t always talking to the dwarves as he clattered around, Leopold Fitz.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, doll,” Bucky says before crooking the fingers he has buried inside her just so as his mouth descends on her again. The hand that hasn’t somehow become woven with his cybernetic fingers tries to find purchase in the sheets as she comes so hard her vision whites out.

When she regains herself, he’s wiping his mouth (but not the smug look off his face) as he crawls up her body to pull her into his arms as she rides out the aftershocks.

“Alright, you win,” she says too breathlessly to sound as cross as she’d aimed for. He looks entirely too pleased with himself, and she can’t help but scoot up to kiss him. She can taste herself on his tongue.

“So…” he says when she’s snuggled back into his side, his flesh hand stroking familiar patterns up and down her spine.  “How long do you think Fitz lasted?”

Oh, that’s right. While her boyfriend may have been right when he bragged that he had ways to make her talk, it was Fitz who she was trying to out-silent first. The thought brightens her immediate.

“Ha! Fitz! I bet he broke in minutes.”

“Hmm?”

“I may have caught Natasha’s eye before you man-handled me out of the common room,” Jemma says gleefully, her hand creeping up under the t-shirt he hadn’t bothered to remove to stroke the skin above his waistband. “And she did that eye shift and miniscule lift of her chin thing. So I’m fairly confident she’s taken care of that for me.

Bucky chuckles.  “Poor, poor Fitz.  He really won’t know what hit him with Nat, will he?”

“Nope,” Jemma says, her hand drifting temptingly lower beneath his pants.  “And I hope you know that you are absolutely in for some retribution tonight.”

“Oh, doll,” Bucky says, that wicked grin that won her from the first gracing his face once again.  “I was counting on it.”

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, bellemeri!

December 5 - "I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” Bucky/Jemma for @bellemeri

For the first time since he moved in to her apartment, Bucky didn’t wake Jemma up with a cup of tea. He didn’t wake her up at all. For the first time, she woke to find him lying beside her, his handsome face relaxed in slumber.

Jemma didn’t dare move for fear of waking him. It was fortunate, she thought, that she was habitually a very still sleeper; the slightest movement near him would have Bucky snapping awake. He slept very little anyway, only a few hours a night. Often she woke to find him sitting by the window, staring silently out at the stars.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen him asleep, it occurred to Jemma, and she lay very still, just watching. Wondering if it meant that he felt safe around her. She suppressed the impulse to touch his stubbled cheek. Despite his horrendous past, Bucky was the most amazing boyfriend. She’d grown quite used to waking up in the morning to the tea he always brought her.

Even if it was the most disgusting tea known to mankind. Still, she’d soon figured out how to avoid drinking it… she would just tempt Bucky back into bed, and by the time they’d finished making love, the tea would be totally cold. She had the perfect excuse to pour it out and make herself some fresh.

Jemma would have sworn that she didn’t move, but Bucky’s blue eyes suddenly snapped open. He surveyed her in silence for a moment before smiling.

“Hey. You woke up before me.”

“First time,” she agreed, smiling back at him. “I was just missing my morning cup of tea, actually.”

“Yeah? You never drink it anyway.”

She knew she’d given herself away with her rapid blink; Bucky laughed. “Is my tea really that bad?” His arms snaked around her waist, pulled her close and rolled her beneath him, grabbing her hands and pulling them up over her head, nuzzling against her neck. “Or am I just that good a lover you don’t care that your tea always goes cold?”

Jemma rolled her eyes at him when he lifted his head to look at her, blue eyes laughing. “Don’t you think a lot of yourself. I would rather have a cup of tea than sex right now.”

“God, you’re such a bad liar,” Bucky shook his head. “How did you last five minutes undercover in Hydra?”

“I’m still wondering that myself,” she confessed. Her body had already betrayed her, hips tilting upwards to cradle Bucky’s groin, her heels hooking over the back of his thighs. Her nipples were hard and aching against his chest.

“So, shall I go and get you that tea?” Bucky teased.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded, lifting her chin in a frantic effort to reach his lips. Chuckling, Bucky lowered his head and kissed her, letting go of her hands at last. She promptly grabbed a double handful of his hair and kissed him back.

“No tea, then?” Bucky checked laughingly when she had to pull back to breathe.

“No tea!”

[ozhawkauthor]

Sixty First Dates - 57

57. Jemma/Bucky, 3, for @mercialachesis

Character tries to make their date laugh.

They were halfway through eating their dinner when Jemma began to wonder if Bucky was actually enjoying himself. He seemed very quiet and serious, but when she asked him if there was something on his mind he said no.

Is he regretting asking me out? she wondered, looking at him through her lashes. Am I too boring for him? She had the distinct feeling that she’d been babbling nonsense to try and fill the awkward silences, making herself sound like a silly girl. Bucky looked faraway, distracted, as though he wasn’t listening to her at all, and Jemma fell silent, poking at the remaining food on her plate with her fork.

Jemma had fallen silent, making Bucky suddenly wonder if he was boring her. She was so bright and vivacious, and honestly the sound of her accent, the way she talked, the intelligent way she addressed every topic on which she spoke, just utterly enchanted him. He felt so uneducated next to her, felt that his accent made him sound like a dumb hick. She must be bored senseless.

Bucky took a deep breath. Say somethin’ Barnes, or this’ll be the first and last date you get with her.

“You accent reminds me of Peggy Carter, y’know,” he said, and cursed himself for an idiot. Great job, Barnes, bringing up another woman on your date.

But Jemma’s eyes had turned round with surprise and delight. “Director Carter! Of course, you knew her. What was she like? Really?”

“Terrifyin’,” Bucky said honestly. “Did you hear about when she shot Steve’s shield four times to test it out, when he first got it?”

“No!” Jemma laughed delightedly. “Oh, please tell me more!”

He did, the stories getting more and more outrageous until Jemma was holding her stomach from laughing so hard, the tears running down her face.

Bucky smiled as he took a sip of his drink. Well. Hopefully that’s the question of a second date answered.

[ozhawkauthor]

Sixty First Dates - 50

50. Jemma/Bucky, 8, for @i-believe-in-unicorns-and-you

Characters run into someone they know.

“Here,” Bucky held Jemma’s chair for her to sit, and she blushed a little before sitting down. He really did have beautiful manners. She could still hardly believe he’d asked her out, scraping the toe of his boot on the floor sheepishly as he did so, almost as though he thought she might say no.

“Thank you,” she murmured as he slid the chair in for her, took his own seat opposite and smiled at her, his bright blue eyes shining. He slid a menu across to her.

“The service isn’t fancy here, but the food is absolutely incredible.”

“It looks very authentic,” Jemma agreed. The tiny little Italian restaurant even had red and white checked tablecloths and candles stuck in chianti bottles, but the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen made her quite confident that the food would be as excellent as Bucky claimed. “I love Italian food.”

“One of my favourites, too,” Bucky said, smiling, gazing at her in fascination as she examined the menu. Jemma was so pretty, so feminine and smart. It had taken him way too long to pluck up the courage to ask her out, but frankly he’d been convinced she was way out of his league.  He’d been astonished when she’d almost fallen over herself to accept the invitation and then blushed, embarrassed by her own eagerness. She looked up now to catch him staring at her, blushed again and smiled shyly back at him.

“You’re kidding me,” an amused voice said, making both Jemma and Bucky start and look away from each other, “this lovely lady had the bad taste to let you talk her into a date, Barnes?”

“Birdman,” Bucky said with a sigh, “please go away.”

“Not a chance,” Sam grabbed another chair, spun it around to the table and seated himself. “I gotta make sure you’re treating Dr. Simmons properly. And that she knows all about your bad habits.”

Bucky groaned and buried his face in his hands. Jemma looked from him to Sam, cocked her head in thought and then said;

“Let me tell you about one of my really terrible habits, Mr. Wilson.”

“Yeah?” Sam turned his shit-eating grin onto her.

Jemma picked up her fork and showed it to Sam. “I have a really terrible habit of viciously stabbing a fork into the nearest body part of people who attempt to crash my dates.” She brandished the fork menacingly in the direction of Sam’s hand, resting on the table close by her plate setting.

Sam hastily removed the hand, and then, as Jemma consideringly eyed his knee near her chair, got up. “Yup. You know what, I think you two make a really lovely couple. Have a nice date!”

[ozhawkauthor]

Sixty First Dates - 21

21. Bucky/Jemma, 15, for @bohojess

Characters are on a blind date, but surprisingly having a lot of fun.

“Wait,” Jemma attempted to backpedal right at the door of the restaurant. “Why is Steve here? And who is that with him? You said it was just the two of us going out for a drink!”

“With the two of them,” Daisy shoved her firmly in the small of the back, propelling her inside.

“But you and Steve will spend all night gazing dreamily into each other’s eyes and I’ll have to talk to whoever that is… oh,” Jemma suddenly realised what was happening. “Oh my God, you terrible woman, this is a set up!”

“Technically the term is blind date,” Daisy corrected, hooking her arm around Jemma’s waist and leading her towards the bar.

“Does he know he’s been set up?” Jemma hissed frantically in her ear.

“I may have mentioned that I was bringing along a friend.”

The ‘he’ in question turned around as Steve stood up with a broadly welcoming smile for Daisy, and Jemma almost fell through the floor with shock as she recognised him.

Of course Steve and Daisy at once started kissing quite passionately, leaving Bucky to look away from them and smile at Daisy’s friend.

“Hi. You must be Jemma.”

“And you’re Bucky Barnes,” Jemma squeaked, in a voice which she was immediately sure was probably only audible to dogs and bats.

And, apparently, super-soldiers. He smiled down at her, a dimple flashing in his stubble-shadowed chin, and nodded. “Just call me Bucky.” He gestured to a seat at the bar. “What can I get you to drink?”

For a moment she considered getting flaming drunk - it would certainly help head off her current urge to flee for the bathroom and lock herself in there all night - but just as quickly decided against. “Just a cold beer would be nice,” she nodded at the bottle on the bar in front of Bucky. “It’s been a long day.”

“I hear ya,” Bucky nodded, gestured to the bartender. Ordering two more beers, he waited until Jemma took a seat before sitting again himself. “So,” he looked at her eagerly, “tell me, what exciting science things are you working on at the moment?”

She opened her mouth to laugh and say that he wouldn’t be interested, when, unaccountably, her mind flashed back to a file on him she’d found in Peggy Carter’s archives at the Playground. ‘Barnes was fascinated by science and technology in all forms’ Director Carter had written.

“Well,” she said slowly, “actually I’ve been studying the similarities between the altered DNA of Inhumans who’ve passed through Terrigenesis, and the DNA of, let’s call them other superhumans. Like Ms. Maximoff and…”

“And me an’ Steve,” Bucky’s blue eyes became even brighter, if that were possible, and he looked even more interested. “That’s really neat! Can you tell me about what you’ve discovered?”

They were so deeply lost in their conversation that Steve had to grab Bucky’s arm and shake it to get his attention.

“What?” Bucky turned his head with a scowl. “Can’t ya see I’m talkin’ to Jemma?”

“I can indeed, but the bar’s closing,” Steve said, grinning. “We gotta go.”

Astonished, Jemma looked at her watch to realise that five hours had indeed passed by in what seemed the blink of an eye. Her stomach growled just then, and Bucky, in the act of getting up from his seat, smiled down at her.

“Reckon I’m hungry too, doll. There’s an all-night pizza place just along the street. Shall we carry on the conversation there?”

“I’d love to,” Jemma happily put her hand on his gallantly offered arm, and the pair of them left without a backward glance, leaving Steve and Daisy laughing together.

“I didn’t expect our matchmaking to be that successful,” Daisy giggled. “Well, since we seem to be so good at it, who shall we set up next?”

Steve considered that for a moment. “Fitz and Natasha?”

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, i-believe-in-unicorns-and-you!

August 11 - “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” Jemma/Bucky for @i-believe-in-unicorns-and-you

Bucky wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected when he kicked down the last door separating him from the scientist he was there to rescue, but it really wasn’t to find said scientist attempting to jump him and stab a syringe into his neck.

He caught her hand reflexively, swatting the syringe out of it, and was just about to grab her by the throat when he registered the wide hazel eyes, the wavy light brown hair, and realized who she was.

“Agent Simmons.”

“Let go of me - oh. You’re Sergeant Barnes.”

He winced. “Just call me Bucky. I’m here to rescue you.” Looking around the lab, he raised his eyebrows, impressed. It appeared the little scientist had been doing quite a good job of rescuing herself. There were at least three unconscious men in his view. At least, he thought they were unconscious.

“What was in that syringe?”

Jemma winced. “Potassium chloride…”

“You don’t mess about, do you?” Looking down at her, Bucky grinned encouragingly; she didn’t look happy that she’d killed three men, but considering what they would have done to her, he was more than pleased that she’d found it within her to do so. Pretending to blow on the gloved fingers of his right hand, he teased; “Thank God I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle!”

Jemma giggled at his foolishness, as he reached for her hand and led her through the base. Looking around a little nervously as they walked, she asked; “It’s safe?”

“It’s quite safe. I’ll have you back with your friends in no time.” Gently, he squeezed on her fingers. “You’re quite safe with me. I promise.” Her hand felt very tiny in his, and Bucky realised she was shaking, weak, maybe too much so to walk far. He stopped walking, and realised just how close to the end of her reserves Jemma was as she panicked.

“What, what is it?” she snatched her hand from his and cowered back against the wall, looking around desperately.

“Agent Simmons. Jemma,” Bucky used her first name, trying to sound reassuring. “It’s perfectly safe. It’s just, you kinda look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I rather feel as though I might,” she confessed.

“Will you let me carry you?”

“Oh. Oh, I - well, I suppose so…” she barely had time to finish speaking before he’d scooped her easily into his arms.

“We’ve got a ways to go,” Bucky said, trying to ignore the soft scent rising from her hair to tantalise him, the way she curled against him and slipped her slender arms around his neck. “Just hang on to me, Jemma. I’ll get you out of here.”

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, thisisriversong!

July 25 - “Does it taste alright?” Jemma/Bucky for @thisisriversong

You asked for ‘wedding day’ but that wasn’t on the valid list of prompts, and you didn’t get back to me when I contacted you to ask you to choose again. I chose another one for you from my list. Hope you like it!

“No needles,” Jemma said doubtfully to Coulson.

“He does not deal well with anything sharp wielded by anyone in his proximity, Jemma. I asked him if he could inject himself and he said no. He provided the blood sample by cutting his own arm and dripping it into a cup,” Coulson raised his eyebrows at her. “Nothing sharp, Jemma. I won’t risk you.”

“But he’s deficient in several vital trace minerals, it would be so much easier to give them via…” she trailed off at Coulson’s stern look. “Yes, sir. I can probably make up something for him to take orally,” she sighed. “It won’t be as efficient.” She was already debating on the best method as she left the office, though.

Bucky looked up at the little British scientist tapped gently on his door. She was a pretty little thing, he mused, with her bright, intelligent eyes, her air of always thinking about something.

“Agent Simmons,” he said politely, standing as she came in.

“Oh, please call me Jemma, no need to be formal,” she smiled sweetly, and he found himself cracking a small smile in return, which seemed to startle her. She blinked at him, lips parted.

“Well, what can I do for you, Jemma?”

“Uuuuhhhh,” the way he looked when he smiled was positively brain-scrambling. “Uhhm, yes. I made this for you.” She held out a plastic drinking bottle.

“And this is what?” Bucky took it from her hand.

“It’s a special vitamin and minerals drink. I worked from a base of Gatorade, Fitz said he’d seen you drinking the red flavour - um, yes, well, anyway, there’s some special extras in there, you’re very deficient in molybdenum and selenium…” she was babbling, she realised, but he was still smiling at her.

“Okay.” Bucky cracked the top of the bottle and took a long slug. Jemma watched in fascination as his head tipped back, muscles working in his throat.

“Does it taste alright?” she asked. “Because you’re going to need to drink about half a litre a day for the next couple of weeks or so.”

“It’s not bad, actually,” Bucky lowered the bottle. Smiled at Jemma again, a little flirtatiously this time. “I don’t mind it all when it arrives with such a beautiful delivery girl.”

She couldn’t help but blush as he turned on the charm. “Oh, uhm, well. I, uh, I’ll make it in batches and leave it in the fridge in my lab, so you can come around and collect any time you like.”

“I’ll do that,” Bucky said. “I’ll make sure you’re there when I do, though. Just so’s you can see I’m taking it properly.”

Jemma couldn’t make any sensible sound come out of her mouth, so she just nodded.

“Or maybe we could go get a meal together, and you can check my food intake too. See that I’m eating the right things.”

Is he actually asking ME on a date?

“Sounds good, yeah,” Bucky said, and she realised to her horror that she’d spoken her thoughts out loud. Again.

“Wait, you really are asking me on a date?”

“Definitely,” sensing an advantage, Bucky pushed his luck. “Actually I was just about to go get some lunch. Would you care to join me?”

Utterly bemused, Jemma found herself walking along the corridor, her hand tucked into the crook of Bucky’s arm, he carrying the plastic bottle in his other hand. How the hell did I come to deliver a supplement drink to the Winter Soldier and wind up on a lunch date with Bucky Barnes? she wondered.

“Well, it helps that you’re so gorgeous I can’t take my eyes off you.”

Oh, crap, I’m talking out loud again…

“It’s a rather charming habit, though!”

[ozhawkauthor]

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!”