The Temptation Chapter 2
Priest!Bucky
Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault
Bucky couldn’t seem to shake her. Even though she never came to the church anymore, he saw her out in public way too often. They always seemed to be bumping into one another. They would say their pleasantries and then be on their way, until one day she invited him for coffee. He didn’t see anything wrong with going for a coffee. He’d done it with other congregants before. She invited him out to coffee more often where they would sit or go for walks and talk for hours about anything and everything. Religion as well, which he thought was odd. She was extremely well educated in scripture and passionate about intellectual and philosophical questions when it came to the idea of God’s existence or religion vs. spirituality. He felt like he was learning a lot from her and agreed with many of her points. Their coffee dates became a regular thing until she finally heard from the lawyer again.
“The estate is out of probate,” Y/N said offhandedly one day. Bucky’s head whipped around to her.
“Oh, that’s good. Took them long enough,” he tried to sound unphased.
“Yeah. I was thinking of holding the meeting at the church, since some of the money will be going to you guys,” she continued, looking out over the water where they sat at the Brooklyn Bridge park.
“That makes sense,” Bucky agreed. He sat silently for another minute before drumming up the courage to ask, “What will you do when it’s all done?”
“I don’t know,” Y/N said. “I have nowhere to be.”
“Hm…well, if you do decide to leave, I hope you know I’ll miss you,” Bucky knew he was playing with fire as he said it. He’d grown even more fond of and infatuated with Y/N as the months had progressed. He not only was attracted to her but genuinely enjoyed her company. He’d gone to sleep one too many times since starting to meet up with her a little too…excited, having vivid dreams of what life would be like with her.
Y/N gazed at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Bucky met her stare, once again knowing he shouldn’t, but wanting this moment. Y/N broke eye contact as she blinked rapidly then looked down at his hand in his lap. She reached for it and held it as she looked back out at the water. “Me too, Buck.”
“Father Barnes! I know you’ve met our helper today,” Sister Carter said as she led someone up to him. He looked around and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Yep, I uh, I don’t know what happened. One minute I was just talking to her at the grocery store and the next I was agreeing to help with an activity,” Y/N looked surprised and a little upset with herself.
“Well, Sister Carter can be quite convincing,” Bucky laughed. Sister Carter gave him a slight shove to his arm.
“It’s almost Christmas, we need all the help we can get for Mass,” Sister Carter scoffed at him. “And some rumors have surfaced about Miss Y/L/N having quite a lovely singing voice that she used to use back in the day, and our little choir needs desperate help!” Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked at Y/N worriedly. Y/N met his gaze and just gave him a shrug. “This way!” Sister Carter redirected Y/N sharply and pushed her towards the adults standing at the front of the sanctuary. Sister Carter ran over to the piano in the corner and sat while Y/N stood in front of the choir.
“Uh…hi,” Y/N waved awkwardly. “I guess let’s, um, go over what you’ve all been practicing?”
Within 20 minutes Y/N had the choir sounding better than they had for years. She was able to help them fix their vowels and fine tune the way they sang. Sister Carter was beside herself with excitement at having a choir that sounded somewhat good rather than a jumbled mess of noise.
“Miss Y/L/N, you’re a god send!” Sister Carter ran up to her as rehearsal drew to a close. “Could I ask you to help with one more thing?”
“Miss Natasha Romanov here,” Sister Carter waved over one of the altos, who quickly came over, “has a solo in the song ‘Silent Night.’ Could you help her with it a bit?”
Y/N shook Natasha’s hand as they all walked over to the piano. Bucky had been watching from the sidelines the entire time, admiring Y/N’s way of teaching people and her patience with them. He got to hear her sing little snippets of the songs. She had a nice voice, and he enjoyed getting to see this small part of her that she had buried long ago. He also felt a protective streak over Y/N, feeling the need to watch over the rehearsal to make sure she wasn’t pushed too far into doing things she wasn’t comfortable with.
As they practiced and Natasha was singing Y/N would interrupt and suggest trying something different, and when Natasha tried again it sounded better, making Natasha feel confident and smiling widely at her. Bucky felt himself smiling like an idiot as he watched. At one point Natasha was struggling with a higher note.
“Okay, yeah as an alto that’s a little out of range for you, so maybe if you try this,” Y/N showed Natasha how to breath to get the right support then showed her how to position herself and how to imagine the sound coming out of her mouth and through her body. “So…’Sleep in heavenly peace…sleep in heavenly peace’…”
Bucky was transfixed. Y/N’s voice at full volume, sweeping through the melody like it was second nature to her, with a perfect vibrato to it, was a sound he would gladly die to. Natasha repeated what Y/N had done and was able to recreate the sound almost perfectly. All 3 of the ladies celebrated with each other and ended practice. Bucky stood and started cleaning up after everyone that had come for Christmas Mass prep as Natasha left and Sister Carter and Y/N spoke to each other.
“Thank you for your help, Miss Y/L/N,” Sister Carter gushed over her. She glanced at Bucky who was farther away. “Looks like we had a fan watching us.”
“What a weirdo,” Y/N mock whispered.
“He’s quite the looker,” Sister Carter said, watching Y/N’s face carefully.
Y/N gave her a perplexed look. “Um, yeah, he’s pretty…yeah, pretty.”
“Too bad he’s a man of the cloth, am I right?”
“I’m sorry, Sister, what are you trying to say?” Y/N faced her, her eyebrows furrowing as she gave her a disapproving look.
“Nothing! Oh I mean no offense, dear. It’s just hard to see a young, good-looking priest be distracted by a…well…”
“A what?” Y/N dared her, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Sister Carter’s friendly exterior seemed to melt away as she gave Y/N a disapproving look back. “I see the way you look at each other, dear. It won’t happen. He’s a priest. He will always choose God over you. You’re his temptation, his Jezebel, nothing more.”
Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at her accusation, a loud scoff leaving her open mouth. “I beg your pardon?”
“I must get going, dear. Thank you again for your help tonight,” Sister Carter quickly gathered her song books and gave Y/N one last tight smile before leaving the sanctuary.
Y/N watched her leave, astonishment still on her face at her audacity. She huffed a sharp breath and quickly gathered her things. As she turned to leave she almost smacked right into Bucky.
“Oh god, I mean gosh, I mean…ugh,” Y/N grunted as she stepped back. “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”
“Whoa, what’s the rush, Y/N?” Bucky asked, an amused smile on his face. It disappeared as he looked at Y/N’s expression. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Y/N retorted, rubbing her face with her hand. “It’s just late, I’m tired.”
“Oh, well, you sounded amazing up there,” Bucky complimented her. Y/N watched him as he smiled at her. “You’re a great teacher.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing at Bucky.
“Like what?” Bucky recoiled.
“Like…” Y/N stopped. She had had some serious feelings for Bucky ever since he had comforted her that first day after the office meeting. The coffee dates and long walks together as they talked cemented the fact that she not just liked him and found him attractive, but wanted him on a primal level. She felt like she had been doing a good job at keeping up the act of just being friends, besides the odd holding hands or hugging that was very brief. But if someone else could see something happening between them, it wasn’t as subtle as she had hoped. She shook her head at herself and shut her eyes tight. “I’m the temptation…” she muttered.
“What?” Bucky asked, leaning in to hear her.
“Nothing, it’s nothing. Excuse me,” Y/N scurried around him.
Bucky stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Wait, did Sister Carter say something to you?” he asked. Y/N tried to shake his hold on her but he wouldn’t budge.
“Let me go, Buck,” she tried to keep walking.
“No, wait,” Bucky suddenly cupped her face in his hands. Y/N froze, her eyes widening and her hands instantly grabbing his wrists close to her face. They sat there in silence, staring at each other, their breathing getting heavier, the space between them closer than it had ever been before. Bucky’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, flickering back and forth and then glancing down to her lips. Y/N gasped and pushed his hands away. Bucky stepped back, his hands still in front of himself like he didn’t recognize them as his own. “I’m…I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Y/N felt like she could cry. She wanted to reassure him, to hold him to her chest and stroke his hair and tell him it was alright, anything to wipe that awful horrified look off of his face. And yet the words kept tumbling around in her head. “Temptation…Jezebel…you’re the Jezebel…” She inhaled a shaky breath then turned and literally ran out of the sanctuary.
Bucky felt like he couldn’t move as he watched her run. What did he just do? Why did he do that? He held her, didn’t want her to leave, even felt like he was about to kiss her. What was happening?
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