The next morning, you walk into the hospital with your head held high and a smile on your face. After that close encounter with Bucky, you have been riding high. And soon you hope to be riding Bucky.

"Good morning Jean!" you cheer with a bright smile.

The red head returns your smile and greeting, "Good morning Rachel. Dr. Barnes asked me to let you know he is waiting for you in his office."

"Okay, thank you! Have a nice day!"

Jean sends you a wave as you pass, making your way to Bucky's office. The thought of seeing him sooner than you thought, before work, sends jolts of excitement through your body. You are ready for anything that Bucky has to send your way.

Or so you think

You gently rap on his door, "Dr. Barnes?"

"Come in."

With a deep breath to calm your rapid heartbeat, you open the door and there you find Bucky leaning on his desk. His arms crossed across his chest, causing his shirt to strain against his bulging muscles. Your heart flutters at the sight but you try and play it cool and calm.

"You wanted to see me Dr. Barnes?" you ask in a mock timid voice, trying to act innocent though the smile on your face is anything but innocent.

"Shut the door."

You do as he says before leaning back against the wood to help keep you up right. The look of Bucky standing there before you, looking so damn sexy with that brow cocked, hair hanging down over his shoulders, and fuck how can he make scrubs look good? There is some major tingling going on below the belt.

Bucky crooks two fingers at you, signaling you to come closer to him. Once you are within reach, Bucky wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you in close. The hand on your waist slides down cupping your ass in his palm and giving your ass a hard squeeze. You let out a squeak feeling his already hard cock pressing against your stomach. His free hand wraps around the back of your neck, gripping your hair to jerk your head back and making your gasp out.

"Bucky…" you breathe out, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage.

"I've thought about this all night." His voice gruff, laced with desire.

You don't get a chance to question what he meant; Bucky dips his head down, molding his lips to yours, wasting no time to push his tongue past your lips, and completely dominating your mouth.

A soft moan rumbles from the back of your throat and you melt into his body. Your arms wind around his neck; fingers carding through his hair and tugging lightly causing him to growl into the searing kiss.

He releases his hold on your hair to grip your ass, lifting you up to turn around to sit you down on the desk, standing right between your legs.

"God, I need you so bad." He mumbles against your lips.

A small whimper falls from your lips as you press yourself closer to him, cursing the clothes separating your bodies.

"Yes, Bucky. Please."

Good lord, this man knows how to kiss.

Bucky presses up into the center of your legs, grinding his hardened cock against your cunt.

You can feel your pussy clench in need, soaking through your panties with each thrust of his hips and his cock rubbing right over your clit.

Your nails dig into his back, moving your hips to meet his every movement. Fuck, just a little more and…

A gentle knock on the door has you and Bucky quickly jerk apart,

"Dr. Barnes? Is Rachel still in there with you? Patients are starting to come in, we need to start getting them back."

Buck clears his throat, "Uh, um, ye-yeah! She's in here. We were uh, just finishing up."

"Okay, I'll go let the front know."

You hear her walk away, but neither of you move from your spots. God damn it! Jean, seriously?! Worst… timing… EVER!

How are you supposed to work like this? Worked up and on the brink on orgasm. In the words of Blanch Devereaux you're "wound up tighter than a girdle on a Baptist minister's wife at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast." All thanks to Dr. Barnes and his amazing lips, plus that cock of his. Fuck, he's packing!

He clears his throat, "I guess we should get to work?"

You stare up at Bucky with a glazed over look in your eyes, "Yeah, guess you're right."

Bucky takes a step back, allowing you the space to get up off the desk and straighten out your clothes and hair. You glance over at Bucky and giggle, seeing him struggle to hide his erection.

"You might want to do something about that before you go meet with patients, Dr. Barnes."

Bucky glares at you, "Oh hush you. Not like you can claim you are unaffected by what happened."

You grin, crossing your arms, "I'm not going to deny it at all. I'll admit you got me all worked up Dr. Barnes." You walk towards him, stopping short of being pressed up against him.

Running your hands over his chest, you can feel his muscles ripple beneath his shirt,

"I'm not going to deny that you got my all hot and bothered Dr. Barnes. But the difference between you being aroused and me, I can easily hide how wet I am. No one's going to be able to see how absolutely soaked my panties are. No one's going to be able to tell how badly I need to be bent over and fucked nice and hard like the bad girl I am."

Bucky groans, dropping his head to rest on your forehead, "You are and evil woman. An absolute menace."

You laugh, pushing away from Bucky and heading to the door, "Better take care of that hard on before seeing to patients Dr. Barnes, I don't think some of them would be too happy about you waltzing in there with that leading the way."

Your laugh echoes behind you as you leave and make your way to collect the first patient of the day.

Jean is standing at the desk when you approach and she sends a smile your way,

"You and Dr. Barnes seem to be getting along."

"Yeah, he's nice. I think I'm going to like working with him." You say, picking up the first file.

"Yeah, I bet."

You cock your head to the side, looking at her, "What do you mean?"

She shakes her head, "Oh nothing. It's just…"

"Just what Nurse Gray?"

Jean smiles at you, "Well, your make-ups just a little smudged and you kind of have sex hair going on."

Your eyes widen comically, making Jean laugh,

"Calm down, just run to the bathroom and get fixed up before you get the first patient. Besides, there is no rule against fraternizing with co-workers. I mean, you've met Natasha and Clint. My husband works in the hospital too. Just watch the time and don't do that while on the clock."

You look down, embarrassed, feeling like a teen getting caught by her parents making out with a boy who wasn't supposed to be in your room.

"Right. Thanks. I'll, uh, I'll be right back."

You rush off to the bathroom to get fixed up; running your fingers through your hair trying to make it look more presentable. With a wet towel, you correct the smudges to your lip gloss.

Should you tell Bucky that he is probably wearing lip gloss? Nah, payback for him not telling you that you had sex hair.

Plastering a smile on your face, you head out to start the day, calling back the first patient of the day, and preparing them for a follow up appointment.

When you meet up with Bucky to tell him about the first person he has to see, you keep a straight face, giving nothing away and keeping it completely professional; even keeping a good distance between you and him.

Your behavior has Bucky looking at you strangely, probably wondering what happened and what caused the sudden change in your behavior towards him. But you give him no time to question you, walking off to prepare his next patient.

This is how the remaining of the morning goes for you and Bucky; leaving Bucky to be beyond frustrated with your behavior. The first chance he has, he is going to corner you and force you to tell him what is wrong with you.

He doesn't get this chance until lunch time, and even then you do not make it easy on him to hunt you down. He catches you, just as you're making your way to the elevator and heading to the cafeteria.

"Rachel! Rachel wait up!" Bucky calls, running for the elevator before it can close.

He rushed in, just in time, panting. You refuse to look at him, staring straight ahead at the closed doors and willing the elevator to go faster.

"Hey, Rachel. What's wrong? What's with the cold shoulder?"

You simply shake your head, arms crossed over your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bucky huff, head falling.

"Seriously, Rach, tell me what happened. Please?"

Still you say nothing.

Bucky huffs, reaching out and hitting the emergency stop button.

"HEY! What they hell?!"

"Well, it got you to talk to me. Rachel, what is going on?"

"Nothing! Now will you just drop it and let the elevator go, I'm hungry."

Bucky grabs your shoulders, pushing you back against the wall and pins you in place, "No, not until you talk to me. What happened after you left my office to cause a drastic change in attitude?"

You sigh, body deflating as you relax into the wall, "Jean, she said something."

"What? What did she say?"

Not able to look him in the face, you turn your head to stare at the floor,

"She said that she knew something was going on between us. When I left your office, I apparently had sex hair and it let her know that we were up to things."

"And? The hospital has no rules about…"

"I don't care about the rules Bucky!" you exclaim, meeting his gaze once more, "Yes, I'm happy that I don't have to worry about that. But it's more than that. I don't want people thinking that I was put in this position just because you and I are fucking around. And before you even have a chance to think it, no I wouldn't be embarrassed about having a connection to you. But I've seen firsthand what can happen to someone's career when rumors of fucking the boss is attached to their name. I just can't have that happened Bucky. I want things to continue with us, hell it would be nice if we could go on an actual date. But I just need us to either be more discreet or not do anything at work. Please."

Bucky heaves a large sigh, thinking on your words before speaking,

"Discreet huh? I can do that… But I guess that mean I can't do what I had planned right here in the elevator. Since you know… there are cameras."

"WHAT?!" You push him away as hard as you can and rushing to the other side of the elevator.

Bucky tosses his head back laughing at your reaction.

"BUCKY! It's not funny!" you shout at him, stomping your foot with a glare.

"Yes it was Doll. It was very funny!"

Your glare hardens and you turn away from him, "I hate you. And I've changed my mind. We have to act like complete strangers at work. I might even make sure nothing happens outside of work either."

He moves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and lightly kissing your neck, "Aw, Doll, don't be like that. I promise we will be discreet from now on… while we are on the clock."

"That's better. Thank you."

You tilt your head back, pecking him on the cheek. "Now can we please go eat? I'm really hungry?"

"Of course, Doll."

A goofy smile takes over your face as he continues to call you by that nickname. He leans forward to start the elevator back up, but he doesn't let go of you.

"Uh, Bucky?"

You cock a brow at him, motioning to the arm he still has wrapped around you.

"What? It's lunch time, technically we are not on the clock and I'm free to not be so discreet."

You roll you eyes, clearly you are going to have to work on Bucky's definition of "discreet." Because through all of lunch Bucky's hands were on you in some form; either holding your hand, placed on your lower back, rubbing your leg. You are obviously going to be enjoying his attention, but there is no way you can tell him that. Come on now, you just got done telling him that you needed to be more discreet at work!

You try and push his hand off your thigh with a hiss,

"Bucky stop it."

"No. Now behave."

"Ironic coming from you, since you are being anything but behaved."

Bucky leans in closer to you, his lips right next to your ear. A shudder runs through your body feeling his warm breath ghost over your cheek.

"This is behaved Doll. If you want to see me misbehaving I'd have my hand down your pants and my fingers buried in that hot, wet cunt of yours."

A low whine falls from your lips as you lean into Bucky, arching into his touch.

Before you are able to say anything else, another voice joins in, "Well, what do we have here? Huh?"

Bucky groans moving away from you and glaring at the new comer, "Damn it Sam? Could you have worse timing?"

"Seems like Sam has the best timing there Buck. Keep you from getting up to no good here at work." Steve adds, sitting down next to Sam, across from you and Bucky.

Oh God, just let the ground open up and swallow you whole. If you could blush, your sure your face would be glowing bright red.

Swiftly, you jump out of your chair and without looking at either of the man bid your farewell and rush off back to work.

"Great, thanks a lot. I just got Rachel to talk to me again after giving me the silent treatment all morning for this exact reason. Now who knows if she'll even look at me again."

"Sorry Buck, we were just teasing you." Steve apologizes while Sam just smiles.

"Steve, I don't think that's the kind of teasing Rachel enjoys."

"Sam! Seriously, don't talk about her like that!"

Sam shrugs, "Sorry dude. I thought since you guys were a thing now, she would know to expect some teasing."

Bucky stares down at the table, "We're uh, we're not exactly a thing yet. We haven't even been on a date yet. Um we're just, you know, kind of…"

"Fonduing?" Sam says with a grin.

Steve sighs, "You're never going to let that go are you?"

"Nope!" Bucky and Sam reply, an extra pop on the 'p'.

"I hate you both."

"Now that's established, I have to go and try to get Rachel to talk to me thanks to you assholes."

You race back to the Neurology department, avoiding everyone possible and get right into work. You want to have as much done as possible before Bucky comes back and tries to corner you once more. You just need to get through the rest of today before you can even think about talking to Bucky about what happened in the cafeteria.

You are positive Sam and Steve were just messing around and didn't really mean anything behind what they said. But still, it was the fact that they did say something and will probably say something to everyone else that kind of bothers you.

It all comes down to you wanting to keep your professional life, just that, professional, and your personal life, personal. Yes, you understand the irony in that you are literally mixing business with pleasure by getting involved with Bucky, but that doesn't mean you can't keep the two separate. People do it all the time. So why couldn't you and Bucky?

That is a question to be answered after work and not with so many people around.

"Rachel, I'm so sorry about…"

You hold a hand up, cutting off Bucky's apology, "Not now Bucky. We will talk after work. For now, we are just Dr. Barnes, and Nurse Cox, that is all. Okay?"

Bucky dejectedly nods his head, and for the rest of the day he keeps things strictly business related. But you would constantly catch him glancing over at you when you were in the same room together. Giving you this longing look, pouting slightly, like a puppy being denied is favorite toy. It made it quite difficult to keep your mind focused on work because every time you see him give you that look, you just want to lean over and give him a kiss. Of course you refrain from doing so, especially when in a room with a patient.

As soon as the last patient left, you followed Bucky into his office, shutting the door and locking it so that no one can interrupt you.

"Look Rachel, I'm so sorry about…"

Once again you cut off Bucky's apology, but this time, you shut him up with a kiss.

Grabbing his face, you slam your lips to his in a hurried and desperate kiss. Bucky doesn't waste a moment and eagerly responds to your kiss. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closet to him, lifting you up and pressing you to the wall.

His hands go right to your ass, giving a harsh squeeze as a signal for you to just and put your legs around his hips. This gives him the perfect advantage to grind his cock into your hot core.

The moan you let out is nearly pornographic feeling his cock press into you.

You roll your hips against him, causing Bucky to groan, thrusting his cock harder into your cover cunt.

Fuck, why did clothes have to be in the way?!

You had never fully recovered from before. And now… oh fuck it!

"Fuck me Bucky." You mumble against his lips, "I need you."

Bucky pulls away making you groan, "W-wait…" he groans when you nip your teeth along his jaw line, "Wait, Rachel… talk… we need… talk… fuck."

Bucky tries to speak but you just ignore him, running your fingers through his hair and tugging, hard to make him stop talking.

"Bucky… shut up. Talk later… fuck me now!"

His eyes nearly bulge out of his, but he recovers quickly, "Yes ma'am!"

With no coordination at all, Bucky stumbles over to his desk and haphazardly swipes everything off to the floor and roughly drops you to the desk.

"Oof! Ow be careful Bucky. Just because we work at a hospital doesn't mean I want to be admitted as a patient."

"Sorry."

His lips go right for your neck, making you toss your head back as he finds your sensitive spot right away.

"God Bucky...Skip foreplay, let's just fuck!" you moan out, eyes closing.

"But, I… I want to take my time?"

"Later… need you now."

"Whatever you say Doll."

Bucky doesn't even both taking your clothes off all the way. Just strips you of your pants, ripping your panties off and tossing them away without a care; pushing his pants to hang around his ankles. Bucky locks his eyes on your, trying to find just an ounce of hesitation looking back at him, but finds nothing but lust and want.

He hooks one of your legs over his elbow, the other firmly planted on the desk. His other hand wraps around his cock and gently taps his cock over your clit.

"God damn it Bucky… you fucking tease!"

Bucky locks his eyes on your, trying to find just an ounce of hesitation looking back at him, but finds nothing but lust and want.

"You good?" he asks.

As simple as that question could be, he meant in more than one way, "Yeah, every thing's covered. Just please… I need you so bad!"

In one swift motion, Bucky sinks balls deep in your cunt. Your combine moans fill the room,

"Holy fuck Doll! Feel so damn good."

"Aha! Oh God! Move Bucky! Give it to me!"

And give it to you he does.

Lights explode behind your eyes, his thrusts are fast and deep as he cock stretches you with the most wonderful mix of pleasure and pain until you are fully adjusted. Then there is nothing but pure ecstasy.

"Bucky! More!" you scream out, digging your nails in his back, trying your hardest to keep up with his thrusts.

The force of his thrusts has the desk scrapping against the floor, but neither of you care, too focused on fucking each other's brains out.

"Yeah, Doll, squeeze my cock just like that. Gonna cum for me, hmm? Wanna feel you cum all over my cock."

Your back arches off the desk, "Yes! Yes! So close… so fucking close!"

He releases your leg, slipping his hand between your bodies to rub your clit with his thumb.

"Cum."

One word, one command and you are completely falling apart.

Stars explode behind your eyes as your orgasm rockets through your body; your pussy spasms around his cock. You are so consumed by the euphoria of your highly anticipated orgasm; you are unaware of Bucky's own release.

"Son of a bitch!"

His cock swells, pulsing as thick ropes of hot, white cum floods your cunt.

"Fucking yeah Doll! Take my cum like a good girl."

His voice rumbles, low and breaks through your orgasmic haze to ring a whimper from your lips and your cunt to involuntary clench around him.

Bucky's slows his thrusts to a stop, but doesn't pull out yet just enjoying the feel of you around him for a bit longer.

He peppers your face with light kisses, nuzzling into your neck and whispering sweet little nothings into your ear until you are fully recovered from your high. He watches you closely as you rapidly blink your eyes back into focus, eyes a little more clear than there were just a little bit ago, but with a blissful look on your face that brings a smile to his face.

"Hey." He whispers, nudging his nose to yours.

"Hey." You smile, giving him a small kiss on the lips. "That was amazing."

He nods carefully pulling his cock from your sensitive core and helping you sit up straight,

"It was."

Bucky helps you stand up, making sure you are steady before letting you go to let you redress.

You pick up the now ruined pair of panties you had once been wearing, "You ripped my underwear? Really?"

He casually shrugs, "Too impatient to take them off normally."

Rolling your eyes, you toss them in the trash, "Unbelievable. Now I gotta go home home with your cum dripping down my legs." You say, pulling up your scrub pants.

Bucky grabs you by the waist and turns you around, pinning you to his chest, "I think I like that visual. Think I could get a picture for later?"

Playfully, you smack him on the arm, "Perv."

Bucky laughs, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before putting on a straight face, causing your smile to drop.

"I'm not going to complain, but what happened to being discreet and not doing things at work?" he asks.

You bashfully look away, "Guess I don't have as much self control as I thought I did."

You feel Bucky's lips against your cheek, "Glad I'm not the only with little control. But after lunch and those comments from Sam, I was sure you'd never even look at me at work again. Maybe even outside of work. I was half expecting for you to ask to be sent back to the ER."

Facing Bucky, you cup his cheeks, "I'm sorry. I know Sam was teasing and I can handle a little teasing. But I don't like to really mix my personal life with my professional; well at least have a line draw of where the mix is okay. This is WAY past that line, and I know I initiated it this time, but seriously it can't happen again. I can handle a little PDA at work but…"

Bucky cuts you off with a gentle kiss. His tongue pushing past your lips making you whimper, pushing closer to him. But before you can enjoy his kiss too much, Bucky pulls back and rests his forehead on your,

"I get it Rachel. And I agree, we need to stay professional for the duration of the time we are working together. We are both adults, no longer controlled by teenage hormones, we can control ourselves. Right?"

"Right!" you confirm with an enthusiastic nod of your head and a big smile.

Really?