Frozen
Ship: Bucky Barnes/Jemma Simmons
AN: Bucky helps Jemma warm up after she gets caught in the rain. Written in response to a visual prompt on tumblr.
Jemma hustles herself and her sodden grocery bags through the door of their Avengers Tower suite. Bucky turns from where he's been staring out the window at the grey mist of rain that clouds the city as she puts the shopping on the counter.
"Cold cold cold cold cold cold cold," Jemma says as she strips off her drenched sweater. It occurs to her that Bucky isn't going to get her Anna reference because he hasn't seen Frozen yet, a situation that really should be rectified.
"My poor little kitten get wet?" Bucky asks with a sympathetic smile. His lips are warm, and they were probably dry, but they become wet with the icy droplets on her face the moment he kisses her. "Here, let me help you with that." He starts unbuttoning her damp shirt.
The cold metal fingertips of the cybernetic hand brush the sensitive skin of her stomach and she shivers. "Not that hand!" Her teeth chatter behind her smile and she presses herself into the warmth of the right-hand side of his chest. There are times when the coolness of those fingers is the hottest thing she can imagine, but this is not one of those times.
"Oops, sorry," he says with a sheepish smile, wrapping his warm arm around her in consolation. "What else can I do?"
"Make us some hot chocolate while I get changed?" she suggests.
"We don't have any hot chocolate."
"We do now." She reaches into one of the grocery bags and pulls out the container. "And then go and start warming up the couch. We're going to watch Frozen."
"You're cold, so you want to watch a movie called Frozen," Bucky says, like he thinks maybe her reasoning skills got washed away in the rain.
"It's very heart-warming," she informs him with a shameless smile as she strips off her wet shirt. She crosses the den in her bra and trousers, and she doesn't need to look over her shoulder to know that his eyes track her all the way.
She returns a few minutes later in warm, dry yoga pants, a comfy long-sleeved top, fluffy socks and towel-dried hair. As requested, Bucky is on the couch with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. There's also a thick blanket, and Frozen queued up on the screen ready to go.
She snuggles in next to his (right) side and he tucks the blanket around her.
"So the ice movie? You sure?" Bucky checks one more time.
"I think I can handle it. I've got you to keep me warm, don't I?" she says, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You betcha." He presses play and kisses the top of her head.