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Doll,
I’d much rather be laying in bed with you wrapped up in my arms than sitting here sharing a tiny double bed with Rogers, this is the last time I trust him to book a room on his own.
I miss you so much already and it’s only been a few days, how am I going to last without you for two more weeks…
Your eyes follow along the lines of words, all in his best handwriting, it may have been your hundredth time reading over the old letter but somehow it still felt like the first time. This one, in particular, was from the first mission Bucky had gone on after you’d started dating. Your feelings for each other have only grown and your pile of letters along with it.
…I’d do anything to kiss you right now, among other things of course…
A soft giggle escapes you, remembering the warm welcome Bucky came home to after that mission and how you both definitely didn’t leave the bed for the rest of that night.
You’re too distracted with the pages in front of you that you miss the slight creak of the bedroom door.
“Whatcha got there kotenok(kitten)?”
Startled, you drop the letter on the bed in front of you and turn toward the voice, after the initial shock your face softens as you see your super-soldier standing in the doorway.
“Hi baby,” you tilt your head off to the side and take in the sight in front of you. He’s just in a plain t-shirt and shorts, looking like he’s just got back from a run but he looks like he’s barely broken a sweat, and the way that t-shirt is clinging to every muscle is doing something for you.
“Doll?”
“Hmm?” Your eyes move up to his and he chuckles a little before coming closer to where you’re sat.
“I said I asked you a question,” his hand reaches out, when he’s close enough, to hold your chin up.
“Oh, I was just reading, felt like reminiscing.” You rise to your knees on the bed in front of where Bucky’s stood, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. “How long we’re you standing there watching like some creep?”
He lets out a deep intoxicating laugh that you feel you could listen to forever. His head tilts back and his eyes close and you find yourself smiling looking at him.
“You really think that highly of me sweetheart?” Your only response was a shrug and he laughs again which in turn makes you smile more. “Does it make me less of a creep if I say I was only there for a minute?”
“Hmm maybe,” your eyes both lock on each other again, enjoying this moment of pure love and affection. Your fingers absentmindedly draw lines on the back of his neck and you smile a little wider up at him for a second which he returns with his own split-second wide smile.
Moments like this make you feel the most comfortable, the most at ease but most importantly, the most loved. Every moment would be just like this if you had it your way.
“I love you,” his lips press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action has you chasing after him but he’s quick to move away, just out of reach and he firmly holds you in place. You know he’s waiting to hear you say it back, he always waits to hear you say it back.
“I love you, James,” he releases his firm grip around your waist so you can pull yourself up to kiss him properly now, and he’s smiling like a lovesick idiot when you peck his lips over and over before muttering, “even if you’re a creep sometimes.”
That heavenly laugh returns, his head falling back again and you can’t help but just grin up at him. You were helpless. Completely and utterly unconditionally in love with him.