The feeling of Bucky's arm draped securely over my waist brought a smile to my face as I awoke the next morning. I could feel his muscled body against my back, his face buried in my neck. His lips were dangerously close and with each breath he took I could feel a warm wind hit my skin lightly.

It was a perfect moment on a rainy Sunday morning…I was so warm and snug in the bed and there was nothing that could make me move from this spot.

Shit, I have to pee.

Well…almost nothing could make me move.

I reluctantly slipped from Bucky's grasp and eased out of the bed, turning to see him rouse a bit but then settle back into a comfortable sleep. I couldn't help but smile at him…his hair covered his face slightly, he looked so peaceful when he slept.

I tip toed quietly to my bathroom and relieved myself before washing my face and teeth. I brushed out my hair and threw it into a ponytail. I made my way back into the bedroom to see Bucky still sleeping. My stomach rumbled noisily and I made my way to the kitchen to throw open the fridge and examine its contents. I definitely needed to do some grocery shopping today. I decided breakfast would be a great idea and I was sure Bucky would be hungry when he woke up.

Hmm, maybe breakfast in bed!

I turned to the radio that sat on my kitchen counter and flipped it on. I loved to listen to music and dance around my kitchen as I cook. I chose to cook a big Sunday breakfast, just like my mom use to do for me when I was a kid…eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and pancakes.

I was just getting ready to pour the pancake batter into the pan when one of my favorite songs came on, Brighter Than the Sun. I remembered singing it at the karaoke bar not more than a week ago. I smiled as it played, humming the tune. I remembered standing on stage, images of Bucky running through my head.

I started singing the catchy tune as I washed some strawberries in the sink. I heard footsteps and I turned to see Bucky shuffling into the kitchen, still shirtless, with a smirk on his face. I stopped singing, "What's that smirk for mister?"

"Nothing, I just like this song…you sing it very well" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I shrugged, "Thanks…hey, would you mind cutting these up for me while I finish the pancakes?"

He nodded and took the knife from my outstretched hand. I reached around to the stove to turn my pancakes and when I looked back I saw Bucky masterfully flipping the knife around in his hand.

He smiled sheepishly when I cocked my eyebrow at him, "Having fun?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'm good with my hands" he winked at me and began cutting the strawberries and placing them in the bowl.

Oh God, I bet he is more than just good with them.

I thought long and hard about what other things those hands could do…a little grin forming on my face. I was a bit taken aback by the remark and the wink had caused my heart to beat just a little bit quicker, I saw him glance back up and grin at my reaction, obviously pleased with himself.

Once he was done with the strawberries, he hopped up on the stool and watched me as I lifted the pancakes out of the pan. I dished out the bacon and eggs and then sat his two plates in front of him. I scooped a spoonful of fresh cut strawberries on top of his pancakes and poured a generous helping of syrup on top.

"Voila! Breakfast is served"

He had already started to dig in when I placed the glass of orange juice in front of him.

I sat my plates on the counter and then walked around to sit on the stool next to his.

"This is so good….Steve hardly ever cooks breakfast" he said between bites, nodding appreciatively.

The thought of Captain America flipping pancakes on the stove made me stifle a giggle.

Bucky ate everything on his plate and once I was full, he finished my food as well. I was amazed at how much he could eat and be in such incredible shape.

I started talking about how much fun I had with Jill and Brooke on my visit. I told him all about Brooke's new job at the Smithsonian and about her upcoming move. He ate and listened to me babble on and on. I was a little stunned when he asked if Brooke was dating anyone.

"No" I said slowly, "Why? You interested?"

He looked up quickly, a look of shock on his face, "No, of course not…I only asked because Steve saw a picture of the two of you and he seemed very intrigued by her"

"Uh huh" I said teasingly and then thought about it, "Wait a minute, how did you see a picture of Brooke? I never sent you one of us."

He smiled guiltily, not saying a word.

You know exactly how he got that picture!

"I'm going to kill those two!" I said laughing, "What else did they send you Bucky?"

He shrugged nonchalantly and went back to eating…a few seconds later he started humming Brighter Than the Sun and looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

I gasped, "They recorded me? Oh, they are so dead! It has to be deleted…where is your phone?"

I thought back to last night when we had arrived at my apartment. I remembered the phone laying on the coffee table in the living room. Our eyes met and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

I leapt up from my stool and made a mad dash for the living room, Bucky chasing behind me, laughing. I grabbed the phone and started scrolling through his messages searching for the video. Before I could find it, the phone was snatched away from me. I turned to see Bucky had it in his metal hand, which was now raised above his head, his height making it impossible for me to reach.

"Give it to me Bucky…it has to be deleted, no one can see that!" I whined, reaching for his hands.

"Well, as far as I can tell, there were a lot of people in the audience that night that already saw it" he said, quickly turning away with a chuckle.

"They were drunk…I was drunk…it doesn't count" I giggled, pushing him back onto the sofa. He plopped down hard, the phone still in his hands. I hopped on the sofa next to him and started trying to pry it away from him. He simply moved his hands further away in the opposite direction. I crawled over his body, trying to reach the phone. We struggled for a few moments before I suddenly realized exactly how I was positioned….I was straddling his lap.

Oh God Eden, just stand up and walk away…walk away!

Bucky stopped suddenly, realizing that I was no longer struggling. I swallowed nervously when his hands came to rest on my hips and a serious look suddenly appeared on his handsome face. A lock of hair had fallen in front of his eyes and without thinking I reached out to tuck it behind his ear. I let my hand rest on his chest, enjoying the feel of his body under my fingertips. I looked down at where my hands touched his chest and felt his heart beat quicken. I looked back up to his face and saw the desire in his eyes….the need to be closer to him was overwhelming.

It surprised even me when I leaned in to close the distance between us, letting my lips touch his softly.

I pulled away, watching his reaction, waiting for some sign that the kiss was acceptable. I didn't have to wait for long. He leaned forward, his metal arm wrapping around my waist while the right hand slid behind my neck and pulled me back down to meet his lips again. He moved his lips over mine, hungrily. When his kissed trailed away from my mouth and down my neck, I moaned in delight, the noise encouraging him to continue. He slipped the strap on my tank top down and laid light kisses on my shoulder, sending shivers down my back. I used one hand to tilt his face back up to mine and let my lips eagerly touch his again…the other hand trailing up and down his chest. The feeling of him hardening beneath me caused a warm tingle of pleasure to radiate from between my legs.

Perfect! Absolutely perfect!

His right hand slid to my stomach and under the fabric of my tank top, causing me to moan into the kiss. Before his fingers could make it any higher, his cell phone rang. I pulled away breathless, reaching for the discarded phone lying next to us on the couch.

"Leave it" he said, leaning forward to kiss my neck again.

I caught a glimpse of the caller ID, "It's Steve, you should answer"

He stopped kissing me, frowned, and then took the phone from my hand. I tried to lift myself off of him to compose myself but he grabbed onto me, keeping me in place.

"Stay….please" he whispered huskily.

I smiled at him, and leaned forward to lay my head on his chest.

"Hello" he answered.

I could hear Steve on the other end asking Bucky how he was doing. His concern for Bucky brought a smile to my face. Bucky was assuring Steve that he was fine but I stiffened when I heard Steve ask Bucky to meet him at SHIELD headquarters in an hour. Bucky felt my reaction and let his other hand slide to my back to caress me gently.

They can't send him back out there! I won't let them.

Steve was saying something that I couldn't make out but Bucky's reply was, "I understand, I'll see you in an hour…bye"

I looked up at him, shaking my head in confusion, "Why do they want to see you? You promised you weren't going to leave again"

"I'm not leaving, I promise. I need to be debriefed and they want me to see Dr. Peters so he can evaluate me.

Bucky had told me about his therapist, Dr. Peters. It was understandable that Director Fury would want Bucky to be examined by him.

I nodded, "How long until you come back?...I mean, if you want to…come back here. I understand if you want to go home….that's fine too." I was babbling again.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips softly, "There is no other place I'd rather be then here with you...I'll be back tonight, around 6"

I tried to stand up and he held me in place again, "I don't have to be there for an hour" he smirked, kissing down my neck as he said it.

I giggled, "That's true, but you should probably take a shower first"

He groaned as I stood up and reached my hand out to him. I pulled him up and he smiled down at me, letting his fingers caress my cheek.

"You can use my bathroom to shower" I said, gazing up at him.

He nodded and when he turned from me, I smacked him on the butt.

He turned to me, a surprised look on his face as I sternly said to him, "6:00 on the dot Bucky Barnes"

He grinned, "Yes ma'am"

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I hope you enjoyed the first kiss...I know it was a long time coming. Please review and let me know what you all think. Hope you guys are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.