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“Goddamit Steve. Why didn’t you close the goddamned curtains last night?” Bucky reached over Steve’s shoulder, tramping the muscular body while trying to pull the curtains together. If there’s one thing that Bucky hates, it the goddamned sun shining its goddamned rays early in the morning, and that too, at his face. And to top that, Steve’s still sleeping innocently right next to him, as if nothing ever happened, as if it wasn’t his fault that the curtains were left open.
Steve shifts gently, until the tip of his thumb was no longer indented at his lips. His hands had re-positioned themselves under the soft pillow.
“Steve, wake up or I’ll call your mom and tell her that you’re still asleep and she’ll..”
“Can you shut the fuck up, Buck? I’m trying to get some sleep here.” This time Steve takes the pillow abruptly and motions it to cover his head, over his ears.
“Fine. Go ahead and sleep for a whole 70 years, sleeping beauty.” Bucky said rather angrily. He had to wake up, the sun had clearly done a good job in ruining his rest, but nevertheless, it doesn’t matter much. He was used to waking up early all the time to get to work. And besides, with Steve sleeping next to him, it was like having an oven preheated to 300 degrees keeping you warm the whole night.