[Y/n] – your name
[e/c] – eye color
[y/f/m] – your favorite movie
[Y/L/N/] – your last name
Two months.
That's how long it's been since the Christmas you spent locked up with Bucky in his shared apartment in Brooklyn. The Christmas he admitted his love for you right before you fell asleep in his arms. The Christmas you kissed him under the mistletoe that was strategically placed by Steve, Nat and Wanda.
Two months since he asked you out. For the first time. Two months since he asked you to be his best girl.
Endless dates followed the first, all of them different in its own manner. Each contrasting with the last, but every single one of them perfect.
You and Bucky matched like no one ever saw before. It was a great relationship as friends, but the way you were together… It was surprising how well you understood each other by a single hand gesture or a flick of an eye.
He knew your mood from the way your eyebrows moved when you speak.
You knew his mood by the way his hair covered – or not – his gorgeous face.
These last two months were tough though. More missions came every day and there was barely any time for rest. The entire team was tired and in need of some well-deserved rest.
So when an opportunity appeared and you saw yourself with ten-free-missions-days, your mind started planning things to do with your boyfriend.
First one off: sleep. Like a real night of good cuddling and falling asleep in each other's arms.
Those moments seemed hard to find during such insistent duties you both had to attend. It wasn't unusual for Bucky to feel guilty about spending so little time with you. You had to constantly remind him that it was your job too, so it was no one's fault.
You had talked to Steve earlier that day, asking if he had any plans for him and Bucky. Luckily, he didn't. He invited Nat, Wanda, Bruce and Clint for a bar night as you planned a quiet night to spend with Bucky.
Steve had promised you Bucky would be home doing some paperwork that night. He gave you the key and smirked, "Just be careful, okay? I don't want any mini Buckys and [Y/n]s running wild yet."
You had winked innocently at him, "Don't worry about that, Steve."
Hand on the lock, you turned the key a couple of times and slowly opened the heavy, dark wooden door.
"Bucky?"
"Here," your heard his deep voice from the kitchen.
Bucky Barnes was almost hidden behind the piles of paper piled up on the table. You snorted a laugh, after all, your boyfriend was big and difficult to hide.
"You alright there?" Your voice came muffled behind the hand you placed on top of your mouth.
Bucky got up and walked to you. "Almost finished with those," he pointed a finger to the paperwork behind him. "It's been a few hours, but now my day has brightened," he grinned and kissed you.
Your hand soon found his long hair and his didn't hesitate before going to your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You pull away first. "I'm not here to make you dish your responsibilities."
"But I don't wanna do 'em anymore, doll," Bucky mumbles and goes for your lips again, pulling your face to him by his hand on your neck.
"Tell you what," you push him away by placing a hand on his muscular chest. "If you finish soon, I'll give you a kiss," you made the words slowly leave your lips, walking around the supersoldier, dragging your fingertips to lightly trace his figure as you moved.
His eyes became a shade darker than usual. "And if I don't?"
"If you don't, I kiss you."
He smirked, "Doesn't seem it really matters then."
"Not really," you narrowed your [e/c] orbs. "But I know you, James, you'll finish it sooner than you firstly though.
"Now that you're here, doll, you bet I will."
Twenty minutes later and you're sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen, watching Bucky fill some paperwork from missions. The Winter Soldier seemed relaxed and eager to finish it when you got there, but now he seemed a bit off.
Bucky had dark bags under his piercing eyes, an almost hunched over posture, and you could tell his muscles were tense… You had seen enough.
You stood from the stool, walked up to Bucky, closed his laptop and offered him your hand.
"Where are we going?" Bucky asked, an eyebrow arched, taking your hand in his much larger one.
He placed a chaste kiss into your palm before getting up from the chair.
Instead of actually answering, you dragged your boyfriend down the hall and into his room.
"You've been working too hard and I'm calling a Netflix intervention," you said as you made him seat on the bed. He opened his mouth, but you quickly added with your eyebrows raised, "Not taking 'no' for an answer."
"But I have to finish the paperwork to get a kiss from my best girl," he grinned.
You stopped and turned to him, fighting a smile that threatened to curl your lips. "Really?"
"That's what she told me," he stepped closer to you.
"She never said you couldn't kiss her."
If there was something you could say about Bucky Barnes was that he wasn't dumb. He took complete advantage of your sentence and fitted his soft lips to your, almost moaning at the touch he has waited for what felt like so long.
You pulled away, desperate for oxygen, and rested your forehead on his chest. Bucky snaked his arms around your frame, supporting most your weight.
"Doll?"
You hummed an acknowledgement.
"Can we watch 'Aladdin'?" Bucky asked. You laughed, a few seconds ago he was kissing the hell out of you and then he sounded like a child. He had been into the movie since the first time you made a Disney marathon with him and Steve, claiming they had to know all Disney movies ever released.
"Of course," you smiled to him and turning on the TV.
Bucky sat on the edge of his mattress, one hand firmly attached to yours.
He tugged your hand delicately, making you turn to stand between his legs, and curled his lips in a soft smile to you, his eyes sparkling on the light.
You blushed due to his entire attention on you and finally found the movie he wanted.
"I'll get us a snack," Bucky said, almost getting up but you pushed him to sit back on the bed.
But you jumped out of the bed, "I got it," you pecked his cheek, "It's you who needs to be spoiled today."
You came back with popcorn, chocolate, sweet treats and drinks, everything carefully pilled on a tray. Bucky came to help you with it when you reached the bedroom, placing it on the table near the bed. Your eyes scanned your surroundings. Bucky had added several pillows to the bed as well as a very comfortable blanket. The lights were dimmed and the TV allowed the only light in the ambient.
It reminded you of the Christmas you had spent with him in that same apartment, just a couple of months ago. You didn't even notice the smile that spread across your face until Bucky caressed your cheek with his flesh hand before giving it a small kiss.
"Good enough for a Netflix session?"
You nodded, smiling up at him, which granted you a grin that took your breath away.
"I think it works."
Then a sly smile took your lips, "Aladdin comes to your screen… Again," you teased him, cocking an eyebrow.
"It's not like we don't watch '[y/f/m]' all the time," he teased you, imitating your gesture, sliding his hands to rest on your waist.
You blushed, "I admit I'm addicted to this one,"
"I admit I'm addicted to you and I need help."
You turned to look at him, "What?"
"Your help, 'f course. It seems I can't live without you," his voice was low and husky. It made something throb in your lower abdomen. Bucky raised from the bed and grabbed your hands in his much larger ones. His eyes burnt holes in yours. "I love you, [Y/n]."
"I love you, Buck."
And he fit his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.
His large hands, both warm and cold, roamed your sides, making goosebumps throb on your lower stomach once again. Your hand grabbed a fistful of his long hair while the other rested on the space his shoulder and neck met.
Bucky took a step forward, which made you take a step back, and his hands moved to hold our back, one on the small of your back and the other between your shoulder blades.
When the back of your knees reached the bed, he gently lowered you to lay down on the soft surface. His body topped yours, with his muscular arms on your sides to avoid smashing your frame.
Bucky quickly placed a knee on the mattress to support his weight when he decided his hands should be on you.
Both metal and flesh palms went back to your sides, grabbing your curves gently but firmly with his opposite-temperature skin. He squeezed your flesh, making small moans come out of you. The sounds you proclaimed drove him crazy and he was slowly losing it.
"Movie first, Buck. My mission here it to get you to relax," you mumbled from under him, your eyes closed tightly due to passion, not being able to push him off.
Not that you really wanted to get away.
His lips traveled to your neck, letting open mouthed kisses along the way. "Shit," you breathed and felt his lips curling into a smile against your sensitive skin.
"I relax better like that, Agent [Y/L/N]," his low voice sounded like velvet, and so close to your ear. His long eyelashes ghosting against your cheek.
"Then let's get you relaxed, Sergeant Barnes."
Yes? No?
