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I can't praise much smoking either but a smoking Bucky?? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 DELICIOUS

Im so happy you liked it 💕

Cigarettes & Feelings

Part of the Green Collection

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Header by me in Canva, pics from Pinterest (credit to OG creators) | Dividers by: @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

All of my work is 18+. Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/Warnings: Cannabis Consumption, smoking, SMUT, porn with plot, and feelings lol, really sweet stuff, handjob (ft. Spit), needy Bucky, back clawing 👍, p in v, clit play, itty bit of a cock bulge if you squint, marking (love bites), use of good girl/doll, creampie (there's protection), eye contact, coworkers to lovers

Summary: You and Bucky can't ignore the effect you have on eachother and all it takes is one walk home and a joint to change everything for the better.

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: Another idea in the drafts for a hot minute. And my first song fic! I feel like this song is so them and it makes me WEAK. This is probably one of the much more romantic ones I have written for this collection. Enjoy!

Green Collection | Bucky’s Masterlist | My Masterlist

It wasn't just cigarette smoke in the air one warm summer's night outside some hole-in-the wall club in New York City. Bucky had stepped outside for a quick (and cheeky) cigarette but he failed to notice you tucked away under a dim warm overhead lamp that was busy being assaulted by a moth until you spoke.

"That's a bad habit." You chide jokingly, startling Bucky to look up at you with a cigarette dangling freely between his lips.

He'd not seen much of you tonight, other than a brief hello at the bar when it was your turn to buy a round, and Bucky wished he remembered how to talk to a beautiful woman without sounding like the village idiot. Wearing a skin tight black little number and heels, you'd managed to occupy his thoughts the entire evening and he'd tried in vain to look for you in the dancing crowds and come up with a plan to speak with you. It seemed, though, meeting in the tiny back alley adjacent to the club for a social smoke happened to be his best chance.

Bucky pointed dumbly at your smoking cigarette gently held in a v between your fingers. "You too?"

"Only socially." You chuckle leaning against the rough brick wall. The light overhead cast your face in golden hues and Bucky fought not to accidentally gulp his cigarette. Who knew back alley lighting could be so good?

"You wanna light?" You reach between your breasts and pull a lighfer out like a magic trick, and Bucky's eyes linger far longer than they should.

"Uh. Yeah. Thanks." Bucky's fingertips brush yours as you hand him the lighter. As Bucky lights his cigarette, he catches you shiver in his peripheral before taking a drag of your own cigarette.

You sigh smoke out and Bucky mimics you, sidling closer so that he's almost touching your shoulder.

"You cold?" He asks casually, purposefully not looking at you so he doesn't have to be reminded of how gorgeous you look tonight.

"Eh," you shrug. "I'll be okay when I get back inside."

"You sure? You can have my jacket." Bucky offers, his stomach fluttering with nerves. It was an innocent yet loaded suggestion; one Bucky hoped you'd take him up on.

"I couldn't rob you of warmth." You take another drag but you look unsure.

"I'll be okay. Super soldier, remember?" Bucky holds his cigarette for you to hold and shrugs off his leather jacket before swapping with you.

His jacket hangs off you but you somehow manage to look even better.

As you snort a laugh, you wobble in your heels, stumbling forward slightly with your palms pressed against the hardness of Bucky's chest. Bucky reaches to catch you on instinct but since you'd already stopped, all he managed to achieve was pull you closer. Your perfume had mingled with the leather already, adding a floral sweetness that was absent before, and Bucky's heart hammered under your palms.

"Hehehe, whoopsie." You giggle, stepping back slightly and brushing hair from your face. You don't quite let go of the end of the strand you move, fingers twirling and wrapping it almost nervously. Pink stains your cheeks, darker than your makeup; looking adorable in his oversized jacket.

"You're great teammate Buck."

"Huh?"

"And- and a great guy!" You stamp out your cigarette hurriedly and throw it to the trash before adding in a sweet whisper. "I don't know. I feel like I don't say it enough."

There's a pause and the air between you both shifts slightly. Before there's any comment on that shift, you speak again.

"Guess I've had more than I realised." You say in a rush, glancing to the floor and then back to Bucky with another adorable sheepish smile. "I should probably make a move."

Bucky stares dumbly at you, mind lost to your kind words and your dress and you in his jacket until he realises you're wanting to get back inside the club. He jumps aside, heart in his throat as you edge past; not enough to touch him but enough that he gets a waft of that perfume you wear. The one that smells like allure in a bottle.

You go to shrug off his jacket but he shakes his head and pulls it back over your shoulders. "Keep it." He urges. "Stay warm on your way home."

"Thanks, Bucky." You peek up at him, your eyes liquor-glazed. "I'll give it back to you Monday."

The next time you see Bucky, he's freshly back from a mission. You'd called him once he'd re-entered American airspace - wanting to know if he was safe and not needing any immediate medical assistance once he'd landed. He answered on the second ring and you could hear the smile in his voice through the comms as he told you not to be such a worry-wart and to just meet him for debrief once he'd landed in an hour.

"Hey you," you greet from the behind the safety lines, biting back a smile as he exited the quinjet.

He was wearing a moth-eaten turtleneck that's fraying in five places that would have looked good on him if it wasn't luminescent green; wholly mismatched to his dark and brooding demeanour.

"I'm never letting Alexei pack for me again." He huffs storming past you to the table behind you to dump his duffel bag.

Sensing his stress you innocently pull a pack of cigarettes from your bag and wiggle them, stopping Bucky in his tracks. He turns, eyebrow quirked, and you smile.

"Care to join me on my smoke break?"

"I thought you didn't smoke?"

"I don't." You say simply. "Only socially."

Bucky cracks a smirk. "You know I've only just got back."

"And you're already stressed," you counter, raising your eyebrows at him playfully. "I can debrief you while we're out."

"Count me in." Bucky strides back towards you and you fall into step behind him heading outside the quinjet hangar.

"So," you begin, taking a drag of the cigarette before handing it out to Bucky to do the same. "Mission a success?"

"You could say that." Bucky says, taking a drag from the cigarette. He looks so good it should be a federal crime. "'Lena said you guys are going to a party tonight?"

"Yeah. You coming?" You take back the outstretched cigarette and take a long inhale. The question holds more meaning than you care to admit; you said you'd show face for an hour and that was only if Bucky wasn't going.

"Maybe." Bucky sighs. "If I could find a good enough reason to go."

"And I'm not a good enough reason?" You half-joke, peeking up at him to catch his grin as you hand back the cigarette.

"You're more than enough of a reason." Bucky says so sincerely you can feel your knees threatening to wobble. "But I don't know how well I could keep up with the young 'uns."

You chortle, looking out over the city. "That makes you sound old, Buck. If it gets boring we could always ditch."

You don't mean it to be an offer but the quiet inhale of Bucky’s breath as he takes his final drag fills the space between you before Bucky nods. "Sounds like a plan."

The party was in full swing by the time you had arrived. You'd made an extra special effort since Bucky had said he'd be there. Tight black dress, make up, heels; the works.

You should know better than to pine (and lust) after your teammate and coworker but Bucky Barnes was another kettle of fish entirely. Kind, funny when he wanted to be, a good leader, a good man, and his physique was worth pining over, quite frankly.

Perhaps that was why he had a woman on each arm when you spotted him and your stomach dropped all the way to the reception desk ten floors down.

"Hiiii~" Yelena sings, approaching you with Bob in tow. You give them both a smile and hope it looks more excited than you felt. Maybe you'd ditch a lot sooner than planned. "What do you want to drink? We have cocktails, mocktails..."

She continues to list some other beverages whilst Bob sips his mocktail beside her, awkwardly avoiding the little umbrella in his glass.

"Just a water, thanks." You tell her and she pokes her tongue out disappearing between a throng of people, leaving you with Bob.

"You alright?" You ask him, giving him a small smile. Bob nods.

"It's a lot." He admits with a shrug. "But I'm having fun! Ava said I can hide in the rooms upstairs if it gets too much."

You nod sagely. "Good plan."

Bob looks out and spots Bucky, making a low whistle. "Woah, Bucky’s popular."

You're glad Bob's not looking at you and misses the way you immediately frown. "I'm not surprised."

"Mm." Bob slurps his drink noisily, buying time to change topic; it works. "You missed Walker being ignored."

You snort. "Really?"

"Yeah." Bob smiles, and from the golden glimmer in his eyes you can tell he's smug about it. "Those women were chatting to him before Bucky arrived and they just blanked him entirely."

"Poor boy." You snicker, not feeling entirely sympathetic for your blond teammate. You would do the same if Bucky was present.

"Bucky came in looking for you anyway." Bob adds just as Yelena reappears and hands you your water.

"Yeah!" She swigs at her non-alcoholic beer and clinks it with your glass. "First thing he asked was if you were here."

Your lips twitch and your stomach thrums with butterflies, ignoring your earlier mild jealousy. "Really?"

Yelena's eyes narrow playfully. "Mmhmm. I think he's sweet on you."

You wave a hand dismissively, but she catches how your eyes drift back to him and you begin to smile.

"I bet by the end of the night he'll have put the moves on you!"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, right."

Two hours later, you're still waiting on Bucky to make a move. Your frustration has reached a new level after Yelena's teasing comment and now you're tapping your foot as Walker bemoans to you about having zero luck when Bucky’s around. You needed a cigarette - desperately - or perhaps the extra special one you have tucked away in one of the secret compartments of your handbag.

Bucky had attempted to move away from the women, but each time he moved another would stop him, and now you're annoyance (and mild jealousy) were becoming intolerable. You need to relax and, by your own words, had stayed an extra hour than intended so you'd fulfilled your intended social obligation for the evening.

"I'm heading out for a cigarette." You tell John abruptly, getting to your feet and unpeeling yourself from the sofa, picking up your handbag as you go. John looks dejected but waves anyway.

"See ya in a bit."

You don't want to tell him your plan is to leave the party entirely. You're sure there's a park bench calling your name on the way to your apartment, and your brain already relaxes at the thought when you step into the elevator. Just as the doors close you hear a voice call to hold it and before you can even press the 'open' button, a metal black hand slams against the doors with a loud bang and Bucky's face slowly appears as the doors reopen.

He grins at you sheepishly. "Going for a cigarette?"

"Maybe." You say, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. "Is that your way of asking to come with me?"

"Maybe." He says stepping into the elevator.

When the doors close, the elevator seems so much smaller. You and Bucky are on opposite sides of the elevator, sneaking shy glances, unsure of what to say. Bucky speaks first.

"That party's..." He clears his throat. "Busy."

"Aren't all parties busy?" You quip and you both share a look that makes you both laugh quietly. The air is thick and you can't get out of the elevator fast enough when it dings and opens into the reception foyer, glass doors to the street within view.

"So, you want to bum another cigarette from me?" You tease as you approach the doors, humid New York air rushing over you as you open them while Bucky follows closely behind you.

"Maybe." He smirks. "Is that your way of offering?"

"Maybe." You giggle, trying to bite back a grin, enjoying your banter. You reach into your bag and fiddle around for a second before producing your thick joint. "But I only have a joint with me. You got a light?"

Bucky's eyes grow wide and he blinks at you for a moment before reaching into his jacket and retrieves his lighter, flicking it once to light it. He carries the flame to the end of the joint, which now hangs limply between your lips, and you suck in a soft breath as the embers light.

Bucky stares at you whilst you take the joint between your fingers and blow out the smoke away from him before holding the joint out to him.

"I was gonna take a walk through the park and head home." You admit with a small smile. "But if you wanna share I can wait a while."

"I'll walk you home." Bucky says firmly and eyes the joint. "But I-uh- well... I shouldn't really...." Bucky stumbles over his words and you laugh at him, making him blush fiercely before he snatches the joint from your fingers.

"Hey!" You protest lamely, smiling at him, starting to walk down the street in the direction of the park side by side.

Bucky takes a defiant drag and sputters with a frown. "Eugh... That's disgusting!"

"It helps ease the mind." You tease, laughing when Bucky pulls a face of pure disgust and confusion before smiling down at you with crinkled eyes.

The walk only takes fifteen minutes, and between teasing one another inbetween drags, you happily notice you're pleasantly frazzled. You trip once and Bucky finds it a good enough reason to lock his left arm with yours and keep you steady. You were more giddy and giggly because of it, and you swore you saw rainbows and cartoon hearts floating around his head everytime you passed a street lamp.

Halfway through the park you stop at a bench and half pull Bucky down beside you and urge for a five minute pitstop to enjoy the moonlit trees.

"What are we waiting for?" He murmurs, the bench wood digging uncomfortably into his back.

"The sun." You say sweetly, head resting on his shoulder, staring up at the sky.

"We'll be waiting a while, doll." Bucky chuckles and you snort.

"It's worth it if I'm with you." Your brain speaks for you before you can stop it but Bucky only hums in agreement, making a pink haze blush at the edges of your vision whilst you sit together in a hushed silence.

"My lips feel weird," Bucky says after a moment touching them with his fingers gently. "Is that meant to happen?"

"Show me." You look up at him, staring at his lips unabashedly and Bucky moves his hand out of the way so you can trace his lips for yourself, shuddering under your touch.

When his breath hitches, you move in, crowding his lips with yours in a tender, unadulterated kiss. Your lips have pins and needles when pressed against his and when you retreat back you watch his closed eyes open slowly, blue iris' focused on you with a mixture of surprise and lust.

"How did that feel?" You breathe quietly.

"Tingly." He says, stretching his left arm across the bench behind you to hold your shoulder and pull you closer. "Do it again."

You smile as you lean in again. This time your kisses linger and, the longer they sit on Bucky's lips without complaint, the more confident you become. Quick, sweet kisses become sensual and longing ones; your hands having to find something to hold so you don't get swept up in him, one of them being his thigh. Bucky groans low in his throat and that sound goes down south immediately and you pull back to take a breath, vaguely aware you're still in the park.

"We shouldn't..." Bucky breathes onto your lips, his blue eyes searching yours for something he can't find.

"Then let me go." You murmur, shifting against him, putting a slight pressure on his left arm to make space between you.

"I don't think I can do that either." Bucky whispers, licking his lips as he looks at you.

"Then shut up and kiss me Barnes."

"You don't mince words, do you doll?" Bucky beams at you, organic hand cupping your face before leaning in to peck your lips.

"Never with you." You say sincerely, gazing up at him and seeing those stupid little hearts again. You see them around his head and in the black of his eyes and want to be in his arms like this forever.

When Bucky searches your eyes a second time, your face flushed and lips swollen with kisses, he can only see the one thing you beg of him: ruin.

He lets out a long breath before saying, "Come on, let's get you home."

You don't really know how you got home. You felt like you levitated there, although, you're half convinced Bucky picked you up and sprinted to your apartment.

He got you to your door, you remember that. You remember him pinning you to the door when you'd asked (very politely) to give you another kiss before bed and you remember him following you in, his lips and hands all over you as you fumble your way into your apartment and kicking your door closed with the back of his foot.

That's how you ended up in your bedroom with Bucky.

He backs you towards the bed, shucking his jacket off as his lips meld to yours and throwing it to the floor. His jeans are already too tight but your dress - Jesus Christ your dress - is being tugged off of your beautiful body so unceremoniously sexy his cock aches. You stumble backwards onto the the bed, kicking your heels off to the plush rug beneath, and retreat in your lace underwear to your pillows watching as Bucky licks his lips.

Hungry like the Wolf never seemed more accurate until this particular moment, with Bucky ditching his shirt quickly and crawling up the bed, placing lingering kisses over your exposed skin until his palms find a place either side of your head. Your knees are closed together on instinct and you feel oddly shy under him as if you hadn't been clear in your intentions on the park bench.

Bucky leans down to kiss you again, his dogtags icy cold against your searing skin, and you melt into the mattress beneath you. Bucky’s hips rest against your legs and then, in one swift movement, his knee is pushing your legs open wide and settling himself flush against you. His lips never once leave yours in this endeavour and your brain gives up all chance of resistance, surrendering yourself to Bucky entirely.

His hands find your face as his tongue slips past your lips to taste you again; one cool that whirrs a quiet mechanical hum in your ear and the other warm with calloused fingers that delicately trace your cheek. Overwhelming sensations in your blissed out brain make you gasp into Bucky’s mouth before he rolls his hips into yours with a hushed moan.

Words aren't exchanged but the silent acknowledgement of the other’s body with featherlight caresses are enough to know that you're both pushing towards ruin together.

Your hands sink into his soft, short hair like claws, anchoring him to you when you kiss him harder than before. Bucky rolls his hips again but this time you moan, angling your legs wider to drape your legs lazily over his hips.

Bucky pulls back then, his cock straining in his jeans and pressing into the lace clad warmth of your cunt to down at you. As you look into those blown-out blue eyes of his, waiting for him to back down, back out and back away. However, he doesn't, instead murmuring four words that make you lose your mind;

"I need you, doll."

Although you don't say it back, the way you drag him back to your lips so ferociously is all the answer he needs. He concedes to your unspoken demand, trapping you against the mattress with his kisses that vary between delicate and rough; like he can't decide if he wants to savour you or devour you.

A hushed moan escapes you as you reach down between your bodies, popping the button to Bucky’s jeans and ungraciously shoving your hand inside to cup his hard cock under his boxers. You can feel it twitch and jump at your touch, and Bucky makes a breathless whine that sets every nerve of yours on fire.

You push past his boxers to feel the soft, hot skin and the coarse thatch of hair beneath and tug his cock free, pushing Bucky's boxers and jeans down with the heels of your feet. Bucky’s now pre-occupied with neck and your chest; leaving blossoming pink bites so gentle you wonder if they'll even last the the night. His organic hand, in an effort to grope your tit, pulls at the lace cup of your bra a little too roughly causing it to rip.

It snaps him out of his lustful stupor for a moment to mumble a sheepish apology and you dismiss it with a stroke of his cock.

"Don't care." You say and he hisses. "Keep going."

You pump his cock a few more times before spitting into your palm, surprising Bucky who's eyes roll back the moment your cooling saliva hits the tip of his aching cock. His organic palm sits on top of your breast, squeezing intermittently as Bucky's hips rock into your palm for a few beats. You can feel the familiar damp of your cum forming against your panties, just from getting him off, but you squeak with surprise when Bucky's hands rip the lace covering your soaked cunt.

"I'll buy you a new pair," Bucky huffs, adjusting your hips with his hands beneath your thighs. His eyes are black with lust now, his chest heaving ragged breaths. "Need you."

You nod soundlessly in knowing - in understanding - guiding his cock through your hot silken folds until he's aligned with you, breaching you slowly to allow you to accommodate and feel him. Your breath hitches, watching his cock disappear into you with carnal mesmiration, before looking up at his face. He's in a similar state to you, lost in your eyes, drunk off your touch and high on your pleasure; blue eyes black and cheeks dusted pink.

When he reaches the base of his cock he lets out a shaky breath, as do you as you fall back slowly against the pillows. Bucky's hands glide around to your hips half-pinning you to the bed as he starts to drag his hips back slowly. He watches you the entire time; watching for any signs of discomfort. But when his gaze flickers to yours, you think you see his soul; and that's how all hell breaks loose.

Gone is the slow, bordering on romantic lovemaking. Here begins the passionate, bordering on maniacal fucking.

"Fuck, don't look at me like that, doll." Bucky growls, burying himself deeper than before whilst gripping your hips so hard it hurts. You moan loudly, hearing the smooth slickness of your cunt swallowing his cock and feeling that glorious stretch of pleasure you no longer had to imagine.

"Like what?" You breathe, hiccuping as he ruts into you again, clearly struggling to decide on what pace he wants to set.

"Like- Like-..." he groans head falling back as he fills you to the brim again. His fingers flex and claw onto the plump flesh of your ass instead of the bone of your hips now, although no less painful, and he never does finish his answer. He only ruts into you, hard and fast and primal.

His face burrows into your neck as he pounds you into the mattress, all sense of resolve vanquished from his being. Bucky nips and sucks at your thin flesh - harder than before, so you know you'll have evidence of the night - earning him gasps and high pitched moans. You anchor yourself to him; feet crossing behind his back, nails scratching the flesh of his back as he moves.

"Oh, Bucky-" Pleasure washes through you as you pull him deeper, Bucky muttering broken curses into your ear before fucking into you with such force the bed rocks and slams against the wall.

The wet pats of his balls against your tender flesh fill the room alongside the your pants and the headboard against the wall. You reach up blindly as your cunt constricts him, one hand grasping the headboard, the other his metal forearm for stability. Bucky leans himself more upright, taking in your glassy expression and bitten lips and slows his thrusts.

Angling your thighs upwards slightly, so that you're bent at an almost 30 degree angle from your waist, Bucky moved his organic right hand over to your mound and splays his fingers. You look confused for a moment but then he presses down gently, shifting his thighs slightly, and oh boy you feel it.

With his cock nestled inside you, Bucky’s gentle pressure highlights how deep he really is. Bucky looks just as shocked as you but when he starts to cant his hips again you both groan, feeling each drag of his cock against the walls of your tight pussy.

"I wanna feel you cum over my cock, doll." Bucky states firmly, his thumb dipping down to swipe at your aching, velvet clit. The sound you emit is ungodly and your back arches into his touch; a touch he continues to speed up to match his thrusts.

"C'mon, you can do it." He urges, and you whimper in response. "Be a good girl for me and let go. You can do it, right? You can do that for me?"

You release the headboard and his arm to clutch at his shoulders as you shudder violently, your cunt choking his cock desperately whilst you cry his name. Your orgasm is powerful and overwhelming, and each breath you take after is more like a sob, prolonged by Bucky’s treatment of your clit and cunt.

He doesn't slow down too much but just enough that you can catch your breath, mumbling sweet praises to you. Your chest heaves as your body relaxes again and when you look up into those sparkling blue eyes, you see something unexpected hidden between the lust and it sets your soul on fire anew.

"Buck- please." You beg. "Feels too good."

"What do you want me to do?" He presses down on your clit a little harder and you shift your legs with a mewl. A maroon flush creeps up your neck; you know exactly what you want him to do and to speak it out loud makes you feel a myriad of different feelings you don't yet want to put a name to.

"Cum." You say almost shyly.

"Where?" Bucky punctuates his question with a deep roll of his hips, the tip of his cock massaging every ridge of your cunt, thumb circling your bud slowly.

"In - Insi- oh fuck," you swallow thickly as Bucky thrusts harder again. You clench around him, trying to abstain from cumming again, holding out for him.

"Where?" It's not a demand this time, more questioning, not quite believing his super soldier hearing. "Tell me doll, tell me what you want."

"Inside. Oh God, Bucky, please-" you intake a sharp breath, meeting his gaze for a second. "I wanna feel you cum."

"Shit," he breathes, hips stuttering for a second and then driving into you with renewed passion. "Whatever you want, doll."

His left hand snakes beneath you, under your arched back and to your right shoulder, pulling you flush against as he fucks you so hard you see stars. You chant his name again and again, clinging to him as he loses himself to you, and you to him. When you do finally tip over the edge, it's together. Bucky murmurs sweet nothings and praises as he slumps against you, softening cock twitching inside you while you lie spent beneath him; feeling his and your cum coat your thighs as you trace imaginary lines on his face.

"You're gonna be the death of me." Bucky says, shifting back so you can see his boyish smile. He blinks down at you for a moment before leaning down to peck your lips and pulls out of you with a short huff and you try not to let your eyes flutter. He moves to your side, keeping his left arm beneath you so he can pull you towards him once he settles.

You chuckle quietly, curling into him, fingers playing with his dogs tags. They clink and clatter quietly between your fingers filling the now empty sounds between you. What do you even say? 'Thanks for the boning see you in work Monday'?

You turn your head into his neck, placing a tender kisses at the column of his throat. You're caught in the middle of two minds; that this was a mistake, a beautifully, hot and sexy mistake never to be repeated or that it was the beginning of more beautiful, hot and sexy mistakes. Bucky was most definitely your favourite mistake and regardless of the next day and the days after, you'd be taking advantage of his closessness for a little while longer.

"Hey," he takes your hand, silencing the dog tags and forcing you to peek up at him. "You okay?"

"I'm okay." You offer a smile that you know is unconvincing and Bucky frowns, the lines on his forehead creasing.

"I wasn't..." Bucky trails, placing his finger pads against yours. He watches as you splay them and close them together. "I wasn't too... rough, was I?"

"Oh God no!" You exclaim, catching his train of thought. "You were great. I - um - I've never..."

Your face heats and you want to hide under the covers. "I was just thinking about us."

Bucky's eyes rise to yours again, interlacing his fingers with yours, the warmth of his palm against yours comforting and confusing.

"So was I."

You stare at eachother for what feels like years, trying to glean understanding from eachother's features alone. When it doesn't work, you clear your throat.

"I like you Buck - clearly -or we wouldn't be here." You start nervously, squeezing his fingers.

Bucky snorts. "I like you too. Clearly."

He shifts closer, half hovering over your face. "I'd like to do this again. Get high with you and stay up waiting for the sun to smile on everyone while we talk about everything and nothing." He fixes you with a pleading look. "That is, if you'd like that too."

You laugh, half disbelievingly. "Is that your way of asking me out?"

"Maybe." Bucky smirks. "Is it a yes?"

"Maybe." You tease, placing a testing kiss against his lips. When you move back, Bucky follows, tongue darting against your lip.

"Buck!" You squeal, giggling as he rolls back on top of you, playfully kissing over your face. "Come on, I want a snack before round two."

"Why do you need a snack when there's a snack right in front of you?" Bucky pouts against your lips and you laugh, squealing more when he starts to kiss you all over again. "And one that will keep you full."

You hate the way your clit pulses and heat spreads over your face. You let out a breathless whine of his name and he stops kissing your skin to give you a triumphant smile.

"You've driven me insane from the moment we met, doll." He purrs, placing a warm hand on your neck to thumb the soft skin of your cheek. "It's only fair I pay you back with interest."

END

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A/N2: did i intend for this to be so long? Nope. I also didn't intend to take so long to write it but c'est la vie. I hope you enjoyed this installment - Bob won the vote on the next one ;)

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