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You were sitting on your favorite couch in the Tower, holding your book in one hand and your tea in the other. You breathed a happy sigh. You loved days like this, when everyone else had a mission and you had the sunroom to yourself. You held onto your book tighter as you changed positions, angling your back against the armrest of the couch, your legs stretched out in front of you. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and you were so content you didn’t notice Bucky walk into the room, his own book in hand. He sat on the couch opposite of yours, the leather squeaking underneath him as he got comfortable, causing you to look up from your book.
Damn, he looked good. His grey henley fit him perfectly, and in this lighting his icy eyes sparkled. You snapped yourself out of it and gave him a polite wave before returning to your book.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said, not looking at you as he opened his book and began moving his eyes across the page.
Your own attention was already back to your paperback as you hung onto every word. You didn’t normally read thrillers, but this one that Sam had lent you was good, and you nervously chewed your lip as you quickly turned the page, eager to see what happened next. You continued to nip at your lips, an anxious habit you had developed years ago that you couldn’t quite shake.
This went on for a few minutes before you heard a gruff voice say, “Would you stop that?”
You looked up, shocked. “Stop what?” you looked Bucky dead in the eye now, taking in his handsome stubble and frustrated expression.
“The, the, lip thing you’re doing. It’s very distracting.” he says, suddenly shy as he looks down at his hands. “And I’m trying to concentrate.”
This was so surprising, you almost had to laugh. How could you, a quirky young Avenger-in-training distract Bucky Barnes, a super soldier who had his pick of any woman he’d made eye contact with once? You rolled your eyes at him, figuring this was his idea of a funny joke, and looked back to your page. It was getting really good, they were fighting and she was about to finally get rid of the stalker for good ...
“You’re doing it again,”
“Bucky, I’m sorry I ‘distract’ you, but unless you have any great ideas on how to make my habit less so, I won’t be doing anything different,” you quip, smiling cheekily over at his exasperated expression before taking a sip of your now luke warm tea and turning a page.
You are startled when you suddenly see your book yanked from your hands. You squeak as you look up to see Bucky standing in front of you, your book in his metal grip.
“What on earth are you doing?” you exclaim trying to rise to get your book but stopping when you realized how close you two would be if you finished standing up.
“You said think of a solution, and this seems to be what’s causing the biting thing, so I will be holding onto this until the end of the night, Doll,” He says with gusto, laughing at your anguish.
You didn’t realize you’d chewed your lip out of sheer frustration until you saw Bucky eye your mouth and mutter a curse before throwing the book across the room and pulling you up to him, sealing his mouth to yours.
You gasp at the sudden contact, and Bucky takes the opportunity to flick his tongue into your mouth, savoring you slowly before allowing you to pull away.
“What. The. Hell.” you breathe, craning your neck up to look at him, surprised at your height difference but mostly just confused. Why would he kiss you? And why did you have to like it so much?
“Sorry, that was out of line, I just thought that you looked really pretty when you bit your lip like that, and I thought maybe you were flirting with me, but yeah I’m really sorry. But I don’t think I’ve turned a page in over 15 minutes with you over there doing that.” His words enveloped you like a warm blanket, smoothing over any shock you had felt and leaving all of the attraction and want behind.
You smiled up at him then deliberately bit down hard on your pink lips.
Bucky growled and took your mouth again kissing you harder and pulling you down with him as he sat back into the couch you’d been laying on just moments before. You were in his lap now, your fingers in his hair, his hands roaming your body.
“If that was all I had to do to get you like this, I would have done it ages ago,” you laugh into his lips, and he pulls back a bit to meet your eyes.
“Really? You would’ve kissed me if I wasn’t complaining about your adorable habit?”
“Yes, Barnes. I like you. You’re just really hard to flirt with.” You reply, pulling him back to you for another kiss that you felt all the way down to your toes.
“Doll?” Bucky murmurs into your lips, his hands pressing into the small of your back.
“Hmm?” you hum, too busy to use words.
“Can I take you out?” he pulls away from your mouth now, taking one of your hands from the nape of his neck and kissing it.
You giggle at the contact and look up at him with a smirk. “Hm, let me think about it, of course I’ll go out with you Buck. I’ve been waiting for you to ask for ages.”
Bucky smiles and then surprises you by picking you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. “What are you doing?” you ask, laughing at the sudden weightlessness.
“I think we should continue this somewhere more comfortable,” he replies quickly, looking at you with heat clouding his eyes. He moves to kiss your neck and you tilt your head to allow better access, gasping when he finds a soft spot.
“Why aren’t you walking?” you gasp, your fingers pulling his hair again.
He looks at you with a wolfish smile and proceeds to throw you over his shoulder, your laughter muffled as he begins making long strides to his bedroom. You laugh again when he struggles to open the door, too excited to twist the handle. He throws you onto the bed, and you take in the wondrous sight above you. Bucky was boxing you in, hovering above you with nothing on his face but pure attraction, all for you. You rose from the bed to meet his lips again, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself with your clothes off and a condom in your hand.
You don’t know how long after it is when you wake up to a warm body pressed to your back. You whisper, “Hey Buck, can you do something for me?”
“Anything Doll,” you hear him mumble, his voice rough from sleep too.
“Will you go find my book?”
You both laugh as you turn to face him, nibbling your lip to sweeten the deal.
“You really had to go there, didn’t you?” he laughs as he kisses you once, twice, then three times as he pulls himself out of bed. “I’ll be back, you tease.”
You sigh with contentment as you make yourself comfortable in Bucky’s bed. Soon, you’d have to prepare the meeting rooms for the group's return, and you’d have to make yourself some sort of dinner. For now though, all you wanted to do was stay in this bed, wrapped in nice sheets and strong arms, and that would be enough to keep a smile on your face for a while.