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The Winter Suitor

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“Alright, let me see if I’ve got this right.”

Bucky paused to munch on some popcorn, squinting at your flat-screen TV. “The one with the long blonde hair is Phoebe, the brunette is Monica, and the hot waitress is Rachel. Then the sarcastic guy is Chandler, the kinda dumb actor is Joey, and the whiny asshole is Ross.”

“Yep,” you said as you reached down into the bowl of popcorn resting on Bucky’s chest, careful not to hit him since his head was in your lap.

“And you said this was on for how many seasons?”

“A lot,” you chuckled.

“S’weird. I mean, it’s funny, but I can’t believe it lasted so long.” Bucky frowned. “Also, how come there are no black people? I mean, it’s based in New York.”

“Excellent question that everyone’s been asking.”

Bucky shook his head. “Sometimes I think I’m never gonna understand modern culture.”

“Eh, you’re on your way there, just need more exposure to it.”

“If you say so.” Crunch, crunch. “After this episode’s over, can we watch Die Hard?”

You fought down a giggle. “Yes, Bucky, we can rewatch Die Hard for the hundredth time.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault it’s a such a good movie.”

“Macho,” you said in a sing-song voice and Bucky rolled his eyes. You were only teasing, though. You loved Die Hard as well, so you switched to it after the Friends episode finished. When the popcorn was gone about a third of the way through the movie, Bucky sat up and you tucked yourself into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. He relaxed into your couch like a big cat, his long legs sprawled out in front of him, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind your head.

By now, it had been a month after the incident at the baseball stadium. Bucky hadn’t yet picked up on the hunt for a hookup, instead spending time with you on occasion. While he still had grumpy old man tendencies, Bucky was easy company and you enjoyed your visits. Often, you acted as his ambassador to the modern world, introducing him to various things he wouldn’t have known about otherwise. He still came to see you at the diner on Fridays since he was a man of habit who found comfort in routines.

After Die Hard ended, you poked him in the side, rolling your head up to look at him. “How was therapy?”

Bucky sighed. “Same as always: infuriating. I hope they get me a new shrink. This lady’s the worst.”

“Well, no one said it would be easy. Are you at least sleeping better?”

“Sometimes,” he grunted. Then he flashed you a little lopsided smile. “I think you ruined me. Can’t sleep as well in that bed if you’re not there.”

“I can get you a stuffed teddy bear, if that helps.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly what I need.”

“Oh, lighten up. If you want me to move in with you, just ask. I could use some help paying rent.”

Bucky laughed. “Like you want me as a roommate.”

You shrugged. “I’ve heard worse ideas.”

“Not sure your future boyfriends would approve.”

You snorted. “What future boyfriends? At the rate I’m going, becoming an old cat lady is pretty much assured.”

“I swear, if I come over someday and you have fifty cats in here, I’m leaving and never coming back.”

You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout. “Aw, Bucky, you’d ditch your poor cat lady friend?”

“A man can only take so much. I mean, you’re already relentlessly annoying.”

You pinched his thigh. “You’re no walk in the park yourself, James.”

He scowled. “I’ll have you know I am an outright jog through Central Park compared to you.”

“Yes, you’re very likely to end up at gun point, in that regard.”

“Oh, you are just asking for it.” He gripped your sides and dug his fingers in. You collapsed onto your back laughing as he tickled you mercilessly.

“S-Stop it, you jerk!” You tried to whack him with a pillow, but he dodged it, his grin smug.

“No, I’m annoying, remember?”

You squirmed underneath him, giggling maniacally. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“It’s kind of fun, actually,” Bucky admitted once he finally relented, smirking down at you in victory.

“Big bully.”

“Little pest.”

“Shut up, you love me.”

He inhaled sharply. You realized how that had sounded. Oops. Better not say that to the shell-shocked veteran with few friends. You quickly jumped in to save yourself. “I mean, who else would you torment if not for me?”

Bucky relaxed a little. “Sam comes to mind.”

“Yeah, but he’ll just punch you in the face if you mess with him.”

Bucky arched a haughty eyebrow. “He can try.”

“Macho, macho maaaan!” You started to sing, snapping your fingers. “I’ve got to be a macho man!”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, fangirl.”

“Yes, I’m just so infatuated with you,” you said in total deadpan. “Take me now, sub-creature.”

“Keep playing with me and I will.”

“You are so full of shit, Bucky.”

He eyed you for a moment and then leaned all the way down until your faces were mere inches apart. Your pulse skyrocketed. You stared up at him, completely dumbfounded, as he glanced purposefully at your lips, then flicked his gaze up to your eyes, cocking his head slightly. A slow, evil smile made its way over those soft lips. “Am I?”

You couldn’t think of what to say. Wow. You didn’t know he could flip the switch into seductive that easily. It was quite alarming. Thankfully, you were rescued by your phone chirping with a text message notification. You rolled over onto your belly and crawled to the end of the couch to reach the little table beside the it, checking the text. You groaned. “Fuck, boss wants me to come in early tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

You heaved a sigh and texted back that it was fine. The lack of sass in Bucky’s response made you crane your neck, one eyebrow raised. Then you noticed he was still above you on all fours and his eyes were very much fixed on your ass.

Your jaw dropped. “James Buchanan Barnes, are you checking me out?”

He glanced up at you, blinking as if he hadn’t even noticed where his eyes were. He cleared his throat, his cheeks turning a bit red. “Technically speaking, I’m ogling you, not checking you out.”

“Yes, of course, that’s an important distinction. Should I go get you a glass of water since you’re so thirsty?”

“Ha-ha. I’m only human. And to be fair, these are also my boxers that you refuse to give back.”

“They’re comfy,” you protested, rolling over. “Can you blame me?”

“Yes, I can. A lot, in fact. Stealing my clothes is usually reserved for girlfriends.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll survive without these until you find her. She can come steal these off me herself.”

Bucky smirked again. “I’d watch that.”

You whacked him with the throw pillow. “Thirsty ass. C’mon, help me clean up.”

The next day, you pulled an unfortunate twelve-hour shift, so by the time Bucky came by for his usual Friday night dinner, you were exhausted and happy to see him. He could see it all over your face, so he gave you a warm hug and one of those reassuring smiles instead of his usual teasing. You were so glad to be in the last hour of the day before closing. You were definitely going to go home and crash hard.

Which, of course, was why the jerk walked in.

A brown-haired guy in a leather jacket strolled in and sat in your area two tables down from Bucky’s usual booth. You couldn’t put your finger on why, but something about him was off. You ignored the intuition and walked over, greeting him. Well, your instincts were right. The first thing he did when he saw you was leer at your bare legs. It had been warm during the week, so you wore a black skirt instead of slacks today. The length was perfectly fine, stopping just above the knee, but the way this guy looked at you was like you were a pinup model in not a stitch. You sighed inwardly and kept up your usual routine in spite of his rude staring.

“What can I get you, sir?”

He dragged his eyes up your body and then smirked. “Coffee.”

He then winked. “Wouldn’t mind your phone number, either.”

You gave him a frigid smile. “One coffee coming right up.”

You turned on your heel and marched over to the coffee station, muttering insults along the way. Again, being a cute waitress always had its bad moments. Bad tips were one thing, but you hated getting stuck with skeezy guys hitting on you during a long shift. You returned with the coffee and asked him if he was ready to order.

The guy made a show of looking on and around the coffee mug. “I don’t see your phone number.”

You forced the smile further across your lips. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can only give you things that are actually on the menu.”

The jerk scowled. “Fine. Meatloaf special. And hop to it, huh? I’m hungry.”

You wrote it on the ticket. “Right away, sir.”

You took it back to the kitchen, but along the way, you noticed that Bucky had his blue eyes trained on the guy like a tiger in the underbrush. The jerk had no idea, too busy on his phone, and that was probably for the best. Bucky’s stares were pretty unsettling.

The kitchen had a good turn around time, but you’d been called in to cover since one of the cooks and Deidre were out with the cold that had tried to spread around the restaurant. As such, the food took about an extra ten minutes to be ready. Normal patrons didn’t much mind, but the jerk checked his watch a few times and glared when he saw you checking on other tables. He caught your sleeve when you passed by after your other table left. “Hey, where’s the food?”

“It’s coming, sir,” you said, trying not to let your annoyance show as you pried your arm loose. “I’ll go check on it now.”

“Yeah, you do that. And it better be hot.”

“It will be, sir, don’t worry.” You headed to the kitchen and this time his order was up. You brought it out to him and he accepted it with minimal grumbling. You cashed out the other three tables and passed by to refill his coffee once. When he was done, you came over with the check.

“Oh, that’s not gonna work for me,” he said, pushing the ticket back towards you.

“Excuse me?” you asked with a frown.

“I wanted broccoli and you gave me mixed vegetables. And there was a wait. So I’m not paying. I want it comp’d.”

You stared at him, then at the empty plate. “Sir, I was standing right here. You said the meatloaf special. You didn’t say anything about substituting the mixed veggies with broccoli. And you ate it all.”

He reclined back in the booth with a nasty smile. “The customer is always right. Let me speak to your manager. I don’t like the service I received.”

You fought the urge to ball your hands into fists. “Sure, I’ll go get her.”

His smirk widened. “Sir.”

You took a very deep breath. “Excuse me?”

“You’ll go get her, sir,” the guy said pointedly. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? They don’t teach you manners in this job? You’re supposed to address the customer as ‘sir.’”

By now, you definitely want to slam his head into the table. But this was your job. Pain in the asses like this guy were just part of the job. “I will go get her, sir.”

“There’s a good girl.” You turned to go…and the guy slapped your ass.

Bucky was out of his seat before you even had the time to react.

He grabbed the guy’s wrist with his metal arm and the guy’s shoulder with his other, slamming his head down flat into the table. It happened in under five seconds. You’d only seen a blur and then heard the guy’s face smack the tabletop.

“Touch her again,” Bucky said very quietly. “I dare you.”

“What the fuck?!” the jerk yelled, his eyes bulging in shock. “Get off me!”

He tried to wriggle free, but Bucky leaned even harder on his shoulder and the guy yelped. “Apologize to her or I’m gonna break it off like a chicken wing, asshole.”

“S-Sorry,” the jerk said to you frantically. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, really!”

“Good man,” Bucky said as sarcastically as possible. “Now you’re gonna pay for the meal and you’re gonna tip her twenty bucks and then get your sorry ass out of here. Don’t come back.”

The guy fumbled for his wallet one handed, took out a fifty, and put it on the table. Bucky let him go. He stumbled to his feet and ran for the door like he was being chased by a hellhound. Bucky glared as he watched the guy flee down the street and around the corner, then wordlessly picked up the fifty-dollar bill and handed it to you. You tucked it into your apron and called for the stunned bus boy to clear the table.

Naturally, your boss Mya tugged you aside once the restaurant closed.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” she said right off the bat as she sat behind her desk. She was in her early fifties, heavyset, but with a kind face and strong arms. Her hair was back in a ponytail since she’d been in the back covering for the sick cook. “There is no tolerance for assholes like that guy. I’m glad Bucky stepped in when he did. I’d have broken the plate over his head, personally.”

She licked her lips. “It’s just…well, from what the others told me, I think he’s a little attached to you and I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I know he’s been through a lot.”

“He’s okay,” you said. “He just…doesn’t do friends very often and so I can tell sometimes he gets a little overprotective.”

Mya nodded. “Anything we need to talk about?”

“No. I’m sorry about the disturbance. Hopefully, we won’t have anything disruptive happen again. I’ll talk to him.”

“Your safety always comes first, it’s not an issue. Just make sure he’s stable.”

“I will. Thanks for understanding.”

“No problem. We’ve seen a lot of veterans come and go and I want them taken care of if we can manage it. I’d feel awful if something happened to Bucky. He’s a good guy, if a little rough around the edges.”

“Believe me, I know.” You waved to her and left, grabbing your coat and purse. Bucky was waiting for you by the door looking like a guilty puppy expecting to be kicked, bless his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately when you were within earshot. “If I need to talk to your boss or—”

“Relax,” you told him. “I didn’t get in trouble. The asshole was way out of line.”

“I know, I just…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I started seeing red when he did that to you. I didn’t mean to, I swear—”

“Bucky,” you said firmly, meeting his eyes. “It’s okay. I’m okay, you’re okay, my job’s okay, and the diner’s okay. Got it?”

He took a deep breath and visibly relaxed some. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Good.” You sighed and brushed your hair behind one ear. “But we do need to talk. Mind if I kidnap you back to my place for a bit?”

“No, that’s fine. Was planning on heading over anyway. Long day.”

“You said it.” The two of you headed to your car and you drove to your apartment. The silence during the ride was a little awkward, but not caustic or hostile. Bucky still had that kicked puppy look. You’d have to do something about it.

Once you were safely inside, you tried to put the right words together. “I know you don’t do this often. Friendship, I mean. At least lately. I’m not upset with you, so please don’t look at me like I’m about to yell at you or something. I’m not. I just want to know if you’re okay since that thing at the baseball stadium.”

Bucky frowned. “What’s that got to do with the jerk in the diner?”

“Well, I got hurt and you felt like it was your fault,” you continued, crossing your arms. “It wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still on high alert for danger. You’ve seemed a little more tense when we’re out in public, that’s all. And you still haven’t been out on any dates since Josie.”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “I haven’t really been feeling all that social lately, no.”

“And that’s fine. You don’t have to be. But I don’t want you to be tense all the time, either, so talk to me. Are you worried about me in general or is something else bothering you?”

He frowned. “No, it was mostly that he put his fucking hands on you. Sorry, but that kinda stuff pisses me off like you would not believe.”

“I get that. But I promise you that had I told Mya what that guy did, she’d have thrown him out herself. You didn’t have to intervene.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I think you’re stressed out. I think something’s bothering you and you don’t want to talk about it. And I don’t mean the usual stuff about your past or the stuff about Thanos. I just…want you to know you don’t have to hold everything in all the time. I’m here if you want me to be.”

“If I want you to be,” he echoed. He shook his head, a dry chuckle in his throat. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t get it. You just can’t see it. Which is crazy because you get everything else about me, but not this.”

“Not what, Bucky?” you asked, genuinely mystified.

He sighed, turning towards the door. “Forget it. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Bucky, what the shit?” You marched to the door before he could leave and stepped in front of him. “Look, just spit it out, okay? Whatever it is, we can work on it—”

He kissed you.

And he didn’t just kiss you—he gripped your face in his warm hand and tilted it up so he could reach, his metal arm winding around the small of your back, crushing you against his muscular upper body. The kiss was hot and slow and…frankly, fantastic. Though admittedly you were a little out of practice.

He let go when he ran out of air and not a moment before. His thumb stroked your cheekbone as he rested his forehead against yours. “You’re what’s wrong with me. I can’t stop thinking about you. All you want is for me to be okay and yet here I am wanting you instead. My life has been nothing but chaos for years and then I walked in that diner and saw you. You’re my safe place. And I’m wrecking your life just by being in it.”

You swallowed hard, trying to understand this revelation, still tasting him on your lips. “So you weren’t just mad about the harassment. You were…jealous.”

“Exactly. If there hadn’t been witnesses, I’d have broken his arm. Hell, maybe both of them just to teach him a lesson.”

You shuddered at that particular admission. This was scary and unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. You hadn’t thought about Bucky this way only because you thought he didn’t think of you this way, except for the odd flirtatious comment here and there. After all, the guy was flatout gorgeous and you could hardly measure up to that. “What lesson?”

A dangerous smirk touched those full lips. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

Your eyes almost rolled back in your head. Possessive Bucky Barnes. You never thought you’d see the day. Still, you couldn’t let that one slide. You had to say something else. It just wasn’t your style to let it go. “And who says I’m yours?”

Bucky chuckled as he pushed you up against the door. “Me. Looks like today’s finally the day I do something about that smart mouth of yours.”

He kissed you again, hard, his tongue seeking asylum in your mouth. Oh, good heavens. He could kiss. He could kiss like a fucking champion. Your brain practically imploded from the sheer pleasure of kissing him, of his hard body pinning you to the door, of his lips and tongue teasing you mercilessly. His metal arm slid down past your waist and then he hefted you up with it. Your legs twisted around him as he carried you away from the door to the opposite wall where there wasn’t anything hanging up in the way to be knocked down or kicked over. You wound your arms about his neck and ran your fingers through his thick hair, panting and moaning in between kisses, drunk and high all at the same time.

He pushed your skirt up to bunch around your hips, removing the extra cloth barrier as his hips landed between your thighs. He ground himself against you and you whimpered before you could help it. He held you up against the wall, kissing you mad the entire time, his hips rolling into yours again and again, sending waves of pleasure up through your body. You ached deep at your center, so hot and flustered that you couldn’t help ascending towards an orgasm from just the dry sex alone. You’d been so starved for sex lately, taking those soft, intimate touches from him where you could, trying not to be too greedy, and now he’d given you permission to be as selfish as you wanted to be.

“Mm, Bucky,” you mumbled in between kisses. “Please, I’m—ah—I’m sensitive.”

“Good,” he whispered back, shifting you in his grip until the tent in his jeans aligned with your clit. He ground into you harder, faster, not letting you draw breath in between, just kissing you until you were dizzy and dangling over the precipice of an orgasm.

“Bucky, please,” you begged breathlessly. Just to drive the point home, he slid his hand underneath the band of your panties and squeezed your ass hard, pulling you up against his pelvis at just the right point. You broke finally, moaning into his mouth as you climaxed. A rush of heat and wetness filled the space between your inner thighs and Bucky growled softly as if he’d felt it. He lowered you to the floor on your shaky legs and you realized why a moment later—he wasn’t done with you yet.

He kissed your throat, the dip in your collarbones, sinking down your body one hot kiss at a time until he was kneeling in front of you, roughly pulling your panties off your legs. He buried his face in your right inner thigh, nipping, kissing, licking his way under your black skirt. You shivered as he tossed your right leg over his broad shoulder and ran his fingers over your bare skin while he left little kiss marks behind.

“B-Bed,” you stammered as he climbed higher towards the promised land.

Bucky smirked up at you. “Don’t worry. We’ll get there soon enough.”

He aligned his mouth with your sex and went for the kill. He licked you slowly enough for it to be a crime and then wasted no time burying his tongue inside you as if it belonged there in the first place. Your spine arched and you grabbed at his biceps to steady yourself, crying out as the pleasure streaked through your veins in a scorching surge. Those soft lips parted to caress your slick walls, his tongue lapping up your essence, his tongue delving in and out over and over, then stopping long enough to tease your clit. He squeezed your hips in between thrusts of his tongue, massaging the soft flesh enough to drive you crazy in mere minutes, trembling like a leaf as you tried to hold it together. You could barely stay upright as he sucked the soul out of you through your cunt like it was his profession, relentlessly pursuing your orgasm like a man possessed.

“Bucky…please, God, oh fuck…James!” You came again, convulsing in place, burying one hand in his dark hair to hold him in the spot where you needed him. Bucky hummed in pleasure as he felt you come a second time, sliding up enough to kiss your clit lovingly as you floated through the tingling rush of your orgasm. He lowered your leg after pressing another kiss mark into your inner thigh and then stood up.

He hiked up the hem of your blouse and pulled it off inside out, using it to wipe his mouth clean and then tossing it aside. He kissed you as he undid his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh, scooping you up in those powerful arms once again. His cock was silken and hot and long against your lower belly as he lined himself up with you again. By now, you hadn’t a thought left in the world that wasn’t him and what he was about to do to you. Friendship be damned. You both needed this.

The tip of his cock pressed in, then the shaft, sliding effortlessly from how wet you’d gotten from two orgasms in a row. He filled you tightly, snugly, forcing your slippery walls to take him in, but it felt so good that your toes curled and you bit his bottom lip, moaning uncontrollably. You looped your legs around him to hold on for dear life as he hefted you and started to fuck you senseless. You kissed him back just as frantically, moaning on every odd breath as his cock sent fiery whorls throughout your body, feeding the inferno at your center.

He slipped his fingers into your hair and drew your head back, licking, biting, sucking at your throat, the coolness of his metal hand palming your ass contrasting the unquenchable heat between your thighs. Your legs tightened around him unconsciously as you reached the point of no return, so close to another orgasm that you could almost taste it. The groans and grunts and curses that left him just made you hotter and wetter with every thrust, knowing you pleased him, knowing he couldn’t get enough of you.

He sped up, rocking you down onto his cock even harder, his voice rough in your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. I know you want it, just take it.”

He bit the spot where your neck met your shoulder, soothing it with his tongue. “Come for me, baby. I just want you to come.”

“Oh God, James!” You snapped at long last, coming hard on his cock, clutching him to you as the ecstasy burned through your veins. Bucky hissed in your hair and didn’t stop, grinding his pelvis against your clit as he felt your inner walls fluttering around his cock. He slowed one thrust at a time as you floated through your orgasm and finally stilled with a wistful sigh.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered reverently, staring into your eyes in aroused wonderment. You knew what that meant without him even elaborating. That was so much better than either of you had ever thought it could be.

And you both wanted more.

In a flash, he’d carried you to your bedroom and tossed you down on the rumpled bedsheets. He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans, grabbing you and flipping you over. He anchored his metal hand on one side of your hips and kicked your legs apart, sliding inside you again immediately. You buried your face in the comforter to muffle a scream as his cock pierced you deep, rubbing deliciously against your erogenous zone. He fucked you inside out, until you were sobbing his name, until you were crazed with your need for another orgasm. Then he molded his solid, hot chest to your spine and buried his other hand between your quaking thighs, stroking your clit as he finished you off again, lightly sucking at your ear lobe. Another orgasm thundered through you and left you a mess underneath him.

As soon as you recovered, you grabbed him and dragged him down to you, determined that this time you wouldn’t be alone in your ecstasy. You dug your heels into his taut ass as he pumped his cock inside you again and again, curling around his magnificent body as much as possible, swallowing his every groan of your name as he pummeled you into submission. You rolled your hips and circled them each time he thrust into you, elated when you felt his cock pulsing hard in warning.

“God, baby, I’m close,” Bucky groaned, sweat pouring off of him everywhere, his forehead pressed to your own, balanced on the metal arm, the other clutching your hip for dear life. “I need to—fuck—can’t last any longer.”

“Yes,” you moaned out, stroking down his back and over his shoulder blades. “Come, James, come inside me, please, now, please.”

“God, you feel so good to me, baby.” He kissed you, an utterly feral growl crawling out of his throat and vibrating down his upper body as he finally gave in. He squeezed your thigh, pulling you tight against his pelvis, grinding into your clit so you’d join him in the release, burying himself as deep as he could reach as his cock spilled into you. It felt better than anything on Earth. Nothing could touch this moment or even approach it. It was a pleasure so great it was nearly pain.

And you loved every single second of it.

Bucky flopped onto his side and dragged you up into his embrace, unwilling to separate yet. You threw one leg over his waist and relaxed in his arms, your face tucked under his chin. Slowly, you both cooled down. You drew light patterns over his pectorals and up to his shoulder, admiring the sculpted lines and tracing the scars you were seeing for the first time. You listened to the steady cadence of his heart as you lay there in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Ask you something?”

Bucky kissed the top of your head. “Always.”

“When did you know you liked me?”

He paused, seeming to think about it. “When you invited me to the baseball game.”

“Wow,” you whispered. “To think you could’ve cleared up all the mixed signals that much sooner.”

Bucky laughed, glancing down at you. “You mean you knew?”

“No, but I wondered. You’re kinda hard to read, old man.”

“Me? You spent the entire time you’ve known me trying to hook me up with other girls instead of admitting you’re into me.”

You pursed your lips. “Hey, you asked me to help you, remember?”

“Sure, but you should’ve noticed when I didn’t ask you about Tinder once over the last month,” he said, lifting an eyebrow.

You thought about that. “Point taken. In conclusion, we’re both stubborn idiots.”

“Definitely.” He kissed you slowly, sweetly. “I’m glad you stayed.”

You grinned. “How could I not? After all, I’m the Winter THOT.”

Bucky groaned and rolled onto his back, dragging your naked body on top of him. “Okay, I think it’s time I shut you up again.”

“Bring it on, Mr. Barnes.” You winked at him. “I can do this all day.”

FIN