bakerstreet | Too Hot

[ New York City was a crazy place on New Year's. She still wasn't quite sure how she lucked into this situation, but she was here and there was no way in Hell she was backing down from a dare. ]

So, explain to me just how this works again? We're supposed to kiss but -- without touching?

[ Some how he got roped into coming to a new year's party at the avengers tower and it looked like everyone in the city was here. A game started making it's way around and everyone seemed to participate, it looked like one hell of a dare that was almost too good to pass up.]

"That seems to be the gist of it and the winner gets to do whatever they'd like to the loser. Pretty much a 'how long can you go and without touching' makeout session." [He gently swirled around the cup in his hands, brow raised at the young lady in front of him.]

[ She'd checked the bottom of her champagne glass and it was a red star. Same as the red star on the bottom of his cup. There were more red stars out there, she assumed, but he was the one she'd chosen to approach. ]

The winner being, the one who keeps their hands to themselves, I gather.

[ She tossed a glance at the room, full of people who seemed to be enjoying themselves. When she looked back to him, there was a distinct flush of color in her cheeks. ]

Just out here in the open? Or should we find some place, maybe, a little more private?

" You'd be correct." [He took a sip from his glass before answering her again. The guests have been doing the dare in the open, so there would be less cheating and more witnesses to determine the winner. If it was in private there wouldn't be much of a point to have the game in the first place.]

"Well, if you aren't comfortable doing it in the open, I think they prepared a room that has two way glass. Mostly just for determining the winner. Can't have cheating in a dare. " [ He finished his glass, setting it on a table that was nearby.]

"Of course there's someone here that wants to cheat at a silly party game," she says, her lips quirking in a playful grin.

She set her glass next to his and slipped her hand into his, one hand nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. Still, she started leading him away from the party and towards one of the guest rooms.

"You look like someone who wouldn't want to win any other way but fair and square."

"Doesn't someone always try." He smiled as she grabbed his hand and lead him away from the main room. It turned a few heads and a few whispers as they walked past, all with their own suspicions.

"Aww, you know me too well and we've only just met." He put his hand on his chest, tilting his head to left as they walked. This was going to be a fun challenge.

They can whisper all they like. She doesn't know anyone here, other than Matt & Foggy, and god knows the both of them can get into their own bit of trouble. She's allowed to be a little adventurous. A little reckless, especially with a guy this charming.

"So, before we begin," she says, mirroring that grin back to him, "I'm Karen. I live in Hell's Kitchen. And I work for a law office. You?"

She bypassed the room with the two-way glass, and looked both ways before leading him down a dark hallway and through a door.

"I'm bucky, currently moving around living spaces. I used to work in espionage." He left out the nasty assassin details but he's sure someone like her could fill in the blanks if she wanted to after this party. His currently living was juggled between rooming in Steve's apartment, the wakandan palace and Steve's floor in the avengers tower, just till things died down and he could get his own place. So that wasn't a complete lie.

He noticed they passed the room with the two-way glass and was now being lead to an unoccupied room at the end of the hallway. Private game it is.

"Bucky. Hi. I thought I might have recognized you."

Her smile grows shy. She leaves the door open, for now. Her hands start to settle on his chest, but drift away at the last minute, and she clasps them behind her back.

"I'm glad you came out this evening."

"Wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." He lets go of her hand slowly, letting the touch linger once they enter the room, watching her movements with a soft gaze.

"Now, now, no cheating. Even if we haven't started yet." He chuckles as he leans back against the wall near the doorway. He quickly glanced around the room, making sure he knew where everything was. Bed and all.

"I'm glad i did too. Wouldn't have wanted to miss this."

"So, I'm kinda old-fashioned. I like the guy to make the first move."

She grins up at him, chewing on her lower lip a bit. Hands still clasped behind her, she rocks on the balls of her feet.

"That okay with you?"

"That, I can do. But first.." He pulls a long strand of red ribbon from his back pocket and dangles it in between them. They got passed around to those who wanted it earlier in the evening when the dare was announced. "I'm going to need you to tie my hands behind my back, if you don't mind."

He waited for her to take it before he took off his suit jacket, tossing it on the bed that was to his right, and started rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He was here to win after all and he didn't trust how well his self-restraint was, besides, if he lost this would spice things up a bit. He smirked as he turned around, crossing his wrists.

"Okay?" She does as he's asked, her movements gentle and slow. She doesn't comment on the metal arm. She's known enough guys coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan without their limbs, it's not exactly shocking. But it's a lot more advanced than what she's seen before. "

Isn't this kind of, well, cheating?" She doesn't know he could snap the ribbon like tissue if he put his mind to it.

"It's not technically cheating if it was given out. I know that probably sounded like an odd request to make of you." He turns around to face her again once he felt she was done trying the ribbon. Testing how tight it was with a little tug, not bad at all. He had to be careful not to break it, otherwise game over for him and he would be at the mercy of whatever she had planned if she won.

"I have to admit, this is one hell of a way to get back in the game, pardon my 'possible' bad kissing. I've been out of practice for almost a century." If he hadn't had his hands tied, he would have have touched his chest at that so instead he bit his lower lip.

She laughs, tucks her hair behind her ears again, a flush of heat coloring her cheeks.

"I'm pretty sure it's like riding a bike. You never really forget how. Here, come sit on the bed."

She guides him over to where she wants him, and yeah, it's pretty much an excuse to get close and ease her way into his personal space.

"So if you break the ribbon, I get to do... whatever I want to you? For the rest of the night?"

He follows her lead, making himself comfortable as he can be on the bed. Leaning forward a little towards her.

"Hmmm, why not. Our own set of modified rules to the game. If i break the ribbon, you win. The question here is, how do i make you lose?" He raises a brow, looking over her as he briefly licked his lips.

She very carefully keeps her hands clasped behind her, even as she leans in closer to him. It's easier here, in the half light, away from the prying eyes of the other party goers.

"Well, I suppose if you could convince me to use my hands? Honestly, I don't have a hope in hell of winning," she says with a grin. "It's difficult, really, to imagine kissing you without the touching part."

She closes the distance between them and takes the first tentative kiss. It's soft and sweet, but hints at a bit of wildness running beneath.

"I'm sure i can think of something... to make you lose." He looked at her collarbone, lifting his gaze slowly to her neck just below her jaw to her lips and finally her eyes. He knew his goal was to make her lose with just kissing but he couldn't help but let his mind wander. "Hope you don't lose on purpose or this would have been a really short game."

He couldn't help but grin at the kiss, letting it linger before breaking away for just a moment. " What happened to being old fashioned and making me go first?"

"I got tired of waiting," she whispers, her grin warm enough to fuel a small city in winter. "And no, I'm very competitive. No way I'd lose on purpose."

Her hands shift and curl behind her back, and she rocks closer to him, without touching. Her voice has gone a little husky when she whispers,

"Are we allowed to kiss other parts?"

"So impatient." He purrs. "Give me your best shot, Ms. Competitive." God help him because he might fall in love with her in this light.

"That is up to you to decide, we already modified the rules a little. Should we make it more challenging than this? " His voice low, if she says yes then he is doomed for sure. But he has a few cards up his sleeve to combat whatever she throws at him. She, also, wasn't kidding about the whole 'It's difficult to kiss you when you can't touch', no wonder these ended so fast in the main room. If he remembers right, the longest match was clocked in at barely four minutes and no one has come close to that so far.

"Well, you are tied up. Maybe I should get a little bit of an edge. Say, upper torso? As long as I use my hands just to touch your shirt to move it out of the way, and not actually touch your skin?"

She steals another, deeper kiss, lingering in the soft press of his mouth, until she gently catches his lower lip between her teeth, slowly dragging away with a light growl.

"Fuck me, you're a good kisser."

"That works for me, but do be gentle. I am in my nineties after all." He grinned playfully.

He can't help but hum when she brings him back. He grabs his right wrist with his metal hand, digging it in to keep himself somewhat distracted. Fuuck . His breath hitched when she pulled on his lip, he couldn't help but lean foward, chasing her. Already wanting more like she was the sun after a cold rainy day.

"If you bite me any harder, he might win my heart." He licked the spot on his lip where she bit.

She lets him chase her a little before acquiescing, soothing the bite with another soft, open-mouthed kiss. "Which is it, be gentle or bite harder? You really gotta make up your mind."

While she kisses his lips, her hands delicately undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his neck. Her kiss strays down his jawline to the side of his throat, teeth grazing lightly down the sensitive skin, marking every inch with her lips and tongue. She makes a point to clasp her hands behind her, but that doesn't stop her from fixing her teeth at the very juncture of his shoulder and neck, harder this time, but still a love bite. Nothing anywhere near what might draw blood. But he's going to have a mark in the morning. Well, he might not, but another man would.

Edited 2016-05-22 19:33 (UTC)

"Why can't i have both?" He gave her a playful pout, when they broke from the kiss.

He leaned back a little, giving her enough room to undo the buttons of his shirt. Careful not to pull away from the kiss just yet until he felt her trail off. He went to enough therapy sessions that his reflexes wouldn't kick in anymore if anything affected his neck. He kept his eyes closed, tilting his head as he followed her path. Exposing his neck further for her, he couldn't help wince a little at the bite. Pure habit. His breathing started to pick up out of pure excitement and flush becoming ever present on his cheeks.

"My, my, you are really good at this. Where have they been hiding such a divine thing like you?" He smiled, slowly opening his eyes as his view was of the ceiling. He's pretty sure there is the metal imprint on his wrist with how hard he was digging them it in.

Another soft wet kiss soothes the bite and then, she returns. She winds her way back up to the hollow beneath his ear, only her warm breath marking the closeness of her lips. She has one hand gripped around the other's wrist, alternately flexing and clenching her fingers to remind herself, no touching allowed!

But she's playing to win, so she can't suppress the grin his words evoke. "You are such a sweet talker," she purrs. Time to go for broke. Her words drop to the barest, sultry whisper, all smoke and silk right against his ear. "Are you hard yet?"

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do you prefer prose or action? I can do either! :D

Either is fine, prose might be easier for this ?? ovo

I agree.

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