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When life stresses and pushes me too far, I know I can come back home to Bucky.
He was sitting on the couch when I walked through the door. The lamp of the living room was the only thing lighting the room from the dark sky’s outside. Work and school had just been a lot lately and seeing him, reading there already made me feel more calm. “Hi, B.” His head shot up at my voice and he smiled, eye to eye.
“Love?” He must’ve noticed my tired expression because he walked over to me and held me to his chest. “Long day?” I nodded against him. I ran my hands around his torso and squeezed him closer. He pressed a small kiss to my temple and stepped back but I just held onto him. “Did you eat? I have some pizza left from lunch… Steve brought it and almost ate the whole thing.” That made me smile. Bucky got to have a nice day with Steve. They’ve both been so busy lately.
I shook my head; I hadn’t eaten. He stepped towards the kitchen and stayed latched to him on his waist. He put some slices on a plate and we sat in silence as we waited. “Let’s eat in bed and then we can watch our show… that okay?” He led me to the room and had to literally push me off to get me on the bed so we could eat. I groaned, of course.
We ate and he started to turn the show on when I shifted closer to him. I moved to sit on his lap, legs surrounding his hips. I laid my head into the side of his neck and attempted to move closer. His hands ran up my back. The metal of his left teased at the skin on my neck which I found comforting. Only he touches me like this and he always feels like home. I could feel his chest vibrate with a small hum.
I felt myself getting lulled into sleep by his movements.
-Bucky’s point of view-
God, she’ll be the death of me. When she moved onto my lap I could only pray that my body didn’t react. Her cheeks pressed onto my neck and I felt her breathing begin to slow.
I know work is hard and sometimes it gets too much. I never realized how much comfort and trust really ensued in our relationship. We didn’t have to speak sometimes, we just sort of knew.
Sometimes I worried the arm made her uncomfortable but as I rubbed my fingers against the nape of her neck and she moved closer, I was reassured in her trust with me. I leaned in again and shifted her hair out of her face so it wasn’t itching her.
“I love you, Buck.” Her voice was whispery and practically ran out as she finished my name.
I kissed her once more, I never was any good with words.
The room turned silent. Well, besides our breathing. Her body was so close to me and in the most innocent way. I waited a few more minutes before shifting to lay down, keeping her on top of me.
She wiggled a little and ended up with her face turned up to me, eyes closed. I ran my fingers over her eyebrows to draw out some of the stress still left in her expression. God she’s so beautiful.
I told Steve the same thing. Differently of course. I told him she makes me feel human. But that’s pretty much the equivalent of calling her beautiful, to me at least.
She looked so calm.
“I love you.” I couldn’t stop the boyish smile I had. I love her more than the poems she reads to me about the moon loving the sun. I love her more than she knows. I love her more than she knows because the only time I can conjure up the confidence to confess my love, she’s already fast asleep in another dimension. But one day I’d be able to confess it truly. “I’m gonna marry you.”
“Cant wait.”