We Can’t Do This

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Summary:  You and Bucky weren’t good together; you’d both realized it a long time ago. So, why can’t you stay away from each other?

Word Count:  351 [tags under the cut]

Warnings:  harsh language

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The door hit the wall and bounced back, smacking you in the shoulder as Bucky pushed you backwards into the room. Your hands were on his belt, fumbling with the buckle, his shirt was already unbuttoned, hanging open, your fingers brushing the taut muscles of his stomach. His were on your waist, pushing beneath your shirt, his lips on yours, kissing you senseless. You wanted to stop, but you didn’t want to stop. Bucky was a drug you couldn’t resist.

“Fuck,” you muttered. You planted your hand in the center of Bucky’s chest and pushed him away.

Bucky exhaled, a low rumbling growl erupting from his chest. He released you, his fists clenched at his sides, a scowl on his face, his brow furrowed and his blue eyes flashing with something you couldn’t quite read.

You shoved your hands in your pockets and shook your head. “Buck, we can’t do this,” you said. “Not like this.” The words sounded wrong coming out of your mouth, probably because they weren’t true, weren’t what you wanted, weren’t how you really felt. You wanted him, wanted him bad, and you couldn’t stay away from him. The two of you were like magnets, drawn together. At the same time, you knew you couldn’t be with him, you mixed like oil and water. Just thinking about the last time you’d tried to make it work made your head hurt.

Bucky leaned over you, his forehead pressed to yours, his knee pushed between your legs, his lips just barely brushing yours. He let out an unsteady breath as he pulled away, his head falling to your shoulder.

“You’re right,” he whispered. “We can’t do this. Not again.” His lips drifted along the line of your throat.

You bit back a moan of desire and shoved your hands deeper into your pockets. If he didn’t stop, you’d throw all the promises you’d made yourself about ‘never again’ right out the window. “Bucky, please -”

Bucky’s head came up and god dammit, he was smirking. “Call me if you change your mind, doll,” he said and then, he was gone.

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