A/N: So... I got a nice and intense filler chapter for you all... read at your own risk, it's a little rated R.
Corianders can express your guilty pleasure for feelings of lust. Coral or orange roses also represent passion and desire. [fully edited]

Bucky parked infront of the house and jogged up the stairs, pausing to check his phone as a text came through. He rolled his eyes, then put it away with replying. He knocked the door and waited with his hands in his front pockets. He wondered what they were going to speak about. And if he were in trouble for something or... or if this wasn't working out, he shook away the negative thoughts and just focused on the now.

No need to fill his head with any ill thoughts of things that might not even be an issue, but still... this was sort of sudden. He exhaled. It was kinda early in the day too... especially for a Sunday. He checked his watch, 11:22am blinked back at him as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

He was in trouble. That was the only thing he could think about, urgh! He hated feeling this sort of pressure for nothing—oh God where are they? He thought, watching the door with nerves jittering and his foot tapping as if he were listening to a catchy beat that was enough to make his foot dance but not enough to make his head follow.

The door locks clicked, and his eyes widened before he realized that he had to play it cool and not freak out over anything, since he didn't know what was so cryptic about this innocent meeting... in the morning, on a Sunday.

Yeah... it was nothing, right?

The door opened and August appeared in a loose brown dress, that reached mid-thigh with thin straps. She smiled up at Bucky who was sweating bullets. She chuckled and he gulped. "Breathe Theodore, you're not in trouble."

He exhaled so loud that she jolted in shock then laughed out, covering her mouth at her outburst.

"Oh no, babe. You thought that you were in trouble? Haha, oh no, come on. Why would you think that? You're sweating your skin off. Come on inside." She stepped back and he—now relaxed a tad, walking inside. "Breathe, Theo. No one's in trouble. I just wanted to talk with you."

"Yeah, alone. That's never a good sign."

She arched a brow at that. "To whom? You? Are you in trouble? The last I checked, you guys did nothing wrong... unless you're guilty of something. Are you?" She asked, folding her arms. He clicked his tongue in response as he approached her, cornering her by the small side table.

"Not at all. But then, women always know whenever we mess up, even though we don't know we did."

"Oh, did you mess something up?" She asked.

Those piercing hazel-green eyes stared back it his and he couldn't help reaching out to grasp her slim waist as he pulled her closer slightly, stepping forward, making her take one back. Her butt meeting the end of the table. "Why don't you tell me if I did?" He muttered.

His voice had dropped, thicker as their bodies got closer and her hand held onto his muscular forearm. "Bucky..." she breathed out.

"Is anyone home?"

She shook her head. "Just me. Brother went out, mom went in for inventory."

He hummed near her ear and her body shivered hard, a gasp leaving her mouth as she turned her head towards the door. "So, why did you call me over again?"

She caught her breath, swearing in her head at how he got her heart racing. "Uh, I wanted to talk about us... we—Claude and you are already so close and well..."

"But we're close? Aren't we?" He asked, pressing a faint kiss to her bare throat. She gasped, gripping tighter at his forearm.

"Y—yes... Bucky... I can't focus."

He kissed her again. "Do you need to?" He asked, his hands moved lower, down her hips then to the back of her thighs as he hoisted her up onto the small table, bringing her closer to him as he stepped between her legs, her dress really did not help her in this moment.

"Yes, urgh..." she moaned. His teeth grazed her neck gently, almost as if he were trying to be discrete, even as his hands stayed on her thighs, under her dress.

"Should I stop? You seem to be forgetting your words."

August huffed out a chuckle, smacking his arm without any force as she finally opened her eyes. "Don't be cocky." She swallowed softly. "I just wanted to make sure that you know that I don't want to exclude you from anything pertaining us just because you just joined our relationship. You're just as much of an equal party in this relationship like me or Claude, ahh."

He licked at her throat where he had bitten her, then nodded. "Thank you for clarifying that. Is that all, that you wanted to tell me?" He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, squeezing her thighs gently. "I feel like there's more," he whispered against her brown skin, peppering kisses lower as he spoke. "Something more." He nipped at her shoulders, making her exhale soft moans.

"Ahh... umff," she bit back her moans, how was he always so capable of making her so weak... he was like Claude, once his hands were on her skin, she lost her sense of focus and fell prey to the heat boiling between them.

"Claude... he was worried about you feeling foreign to this."

Bucky stopped, snickering softly. He lifted his head. He moved a hand to cup her cheek, seeing how his hand was so big on her face. He smiled at that, pressing their foreheads together. "This... is a prime example of what a bisexual person wants, one lovely girlfriend, and a beautiful boyfriend. Tell Claude that I don't feel weird about us—scratch that, I'll tell him myself." He pulled out his phone, ignoring a text he saw pop up on his notification screen and pressing Claude's number to call. It was morning, so their boyfriend was unquestionably still in bed.

It rang about four times before it was answered. "I swear to God that if you're outside my bedroom door again, Bucky that I won't go without a fight." Claude warned. Bucky and August laughed at that, and Claude gasped.

"Auggie?"

"Hey boo." She said, a faint blush still on her cheeks.

"Morning baby, why do you have Buck's phone?"

The older teen sighed, shaking his head as he smiled and switched the call to video. Claude accepted and squinted towards the light on the screen, still in bed in his dark room. "I'm right here, silly."

"Oh... wait... what are you two doing?" He asked with a spark of thrill in his voice.

Bucky smirked. "Wanna see?" He asked, voice returning to that sultry tone he used to tease August just moments ago.

Claude nodded like an eager puppy. "This is definitely a better way to be awoken up on a Sunday."

"Sh—shut up." August said, half hiding her face in Bucky's navy-blue shirt.

"Why? Don't you like my voice, Auggie?" Claude asked, his tone huskier. A devious smirk at his lips.

"Not you too." She whined.

Claude laughed. "Me, what did I do?"

Bucky took her hand from his arm and handed her the phone. "Don't drop this."

"Huh, w—why?" She asked, her cheeks deepening further.

Bucky bent over her and caught her chin, kissing her in a swift motion. She gasped taken off guard. The phone jostled in her hand and Bucky whipped out to catch her wrist, breaking their kiss. "Don't drop the phone." He repeated, their eyes locked. He moved his hand away from hers once he adjusted her grasp again.

His fingers trailed fire up from her knee to her thighs before they disappeared underneath her brown dress. August moaned, shivering hard as Bucky bit down on her neck.

Claude swore under his breath, a chill running down his spine as he watched his lovers in their intimate moment. "Shit..." he mumbled, swallowing hard.

Bucky's hands moved higher and the phone shook but August straightened it, practically whimpering now. She hissed when he moved closer, his hand at her left shoulder as he caught the strap of her dress and slipped it off, exposing one of her breasts. He cupped it in his hand, and she cried out, his fingers rolling the hard bud gently.

"Buck..." she exhaled.

"Oh." Claude gasped, as a new kind of heat engulfed his body. He stood his phone on the pillow next to him, as he snaked a hand under his covers, swearing at how aroused he was already. "This is dangerous." He muttered to himself.

"Very." Bucky reply, lifting his head up slightly to wink at his boyfriend. "Auggie, he's blushing, look." He said, nudging her chin with his forehead. She turned to look, eyes heavy before they widened as she caught Claude's blush and where his hand was going.

"Claude?" She called.

"Babe..." he hissed, a hand inside his boxers as he shivered.

Bucky chuckled, pulling back just enough to bend and catch August's nipple in his mouth.

August moaned out loud, her body shaking from the sudden contact as his hot mouth sucked at her breast, tongue flicking her nipple. "Bucky!" She cried, wrapping a leg around one of his, trying to get him closer.

He hummed, rolling his hips against her heat, knowing that she wanted more, but not today.

"Please..." she begged softly.

"Bucky," Claude moaned, "please." He pleaded.

"You sure?" Bucky asked, looking at the screen.

Claude nodded, softly hissing himself.

The older one nodded and moved his hand towards her heat. He pressed two fingers to the crotch, and she mewled, gripping his arm tighter. He didn't stop though, he shifted her underwear aside, rubbing at her wetness. He nipped her ear, "so wet." He whispered. She was becoming redder by the second and he gulped at the sight. "Can I?" He asked her, kissing her cheek.

"Umff... yes, please."

With that, Bucky slid his fingers within her folds and she arched her back, the phone flew up with it as she moaned out, tears running from her eyes. Bucky moved back to her breast, kissing, and licking the next one as he pinched and rubbed the first. August was besides herself as pleasure overcame her. Claude watched on, hands busy as he shoved his boxers away, moaning into his pillow at the sight from above them, seeing how Bucky's hands moved on her body.

"T—there!" She grounded out, "right... ahh, there."

Bucky listened and added a third finger, twisting and spreading her open, his thumb rubbing at her clit.

"Ahh I'm... urgh, I'm gonna..." she groaned, teeth clenched, as her walls tightened around Bucky's fingers.

"Fuck, me too... Claude moaned, hand going faster, his other fondling his nipples. He cried into his pillow just as August let out a primal sound and Bucky, groaned, shivering too, Bucky's movements faltering as he orgasmed in his pants.

The trio stayed in place, panting after that intense moment. August's hand fell down the wall to the table, giving Claude the view of her the two of them still wrapped in the aftershock.

"Well, damn." Claude said, breaking the silence.

"I hate both of you." August mumbled, covering her face as Bucky lifted his head from her shoulder.

"Sorry." Bucky tried.

"You're not." She chuckled, not believing that they had just done that, and on a Sunday. Oh, how they've sinned.

"I guess we're sinners." Claude quipped. The teens all laughed, enjoying the moment they just shared.