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Not being great with gifts was frustrating, especially at Christmas time. The last person on your Christmas shopping list was Bucky. You couldn't decide what to get him. For everyone else, you already had found gifts. It was frustrating to run around the mall with shopping bags, going through countless stores without finding anything good.
In the end, giving up, you found his gift under the section labeled as 'to the closest friend'. You could tell that you two were close friends. Bucky was one of your best friends. You could talk for hours and hours about everything and nothing, you could tell him absolutely everything.
For a while now, you had a big crush on him. At first, you brushed it off as a simple attraction. Of course, he was handsome and charming, but he was so much more than that. He was kind and funny, the one you could always rely on, he was always there for you, no matter what. So what kind of gift you get someone like that? A book? A mug? A sweater?
In the end, you got him coupons. Maybe not the best thing, but hopefully, it will do. You swore next year you'll get him something better. Quickly reading through a couple of them, you thought this is not so bad, he could actually use them in the future. There was a movie night where he can choose the movie, a back massage a bit risky, but why not? Thankfully, for now, your misery ended.
"Sorry, my gift sucks." You said, sitting on the couch across from Bucky as he unwrapped your gift.
"What, no. I like it." He smiled, flipping through the small stack of cards. "I could use a back massage."
"You know where to find me." You chuckled, relieved that he liked the gift.
"Why didn't I get coupons?" Sam asked. "I need a back massage too."
"You wish." Bucky smugly smirked, proceeding to read every card, and blushed, briefly looking up at you with a big smile on his lips before returning to reading.
Sam glanced at Bucky and then at you, observing how you two were looking at each other. He smiled, shaking his head like he couldn't believe he noticed it only now. You noticed, and furrowed your brows as if asking him 'what', but he only smirked as he would know your secret and leaned back comfortably on the couch with a satisfied look on his face.
After gifts were exchanged, unwrapped and everyone was distracted by their things, Bucky called you to the side away from others for some privacy.
"So, how do these things work exactly?" He asked with a slight blush tinting his cheeks.
"If you want to use any of them, you have to give that coupon to me, and I'll have to do the thing that's written on it." You explained.
"Am I allowed to use all of these?" He smiled.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?" He narrowed his eyes as not believing you.
"Yeah, that's why I got them for you." You laughed.
"Did you read all of them?" He smirked, lifting the small stack of cards up."No, I know there was a hug, movie night where you can choose the movie, back massage, breakfast in bed. Nothing too crazy." You started to doubt yourself. Somehow with all the gift wrapping, you forgot to read all of them.
Bucky cleared his throat, starting to read the cards. "There also is a kiss, a quickie, fantasy turned into reality, blowjob, and also there is one with one wish where I can choose my self what I want." He looked up at you. "As you said, nothing too crazy." He was smiling so widely at your reaction his cheeks probably hurt. How much you were blushing, just staring at him trying to say something, but no words came out of your mouth, like a fish out of the water. That's what you get for not reading carefully.
"I didn't know that was there." You finally said, a horrified expression on your face.
"Can I use them all?" He asked again, his expression turning serious.
"Do you want to use them?"
"Yes." He smiled softly. "In fact, I would like to use one right now." He stepped closer to you. "You know I have this thing for you where I can't stop thinking about you, and it's kinda annoying when you are or on my mind all the time. It's so distracting you can't even imagine." Bucky confessed.
Your heart fluttered at his words. "I can because I have the same thing with you where you pop into my mind in the most inappropriate times. It's super annoying." A big smile appeared on your face. "And yes, you can use all of them."
"I'll need to hear more about those inappropriate times." He chuckled with a raised brow going through the small cards giving you the one he was searching for.
You read it out loud. "Dinner for two." You looked back at him, smiling. "That's arrangeable."
"Hey, lovebirds!" Sam called from the couch smiling, clearly, he had heard the conversation. You both turned to Sam who smirked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, pointing up above your heads where mistletoe was hanging. "You know what to do."
"It's a tradition." Bucky shrugged, his gaze traveling to your lips.
"Can't break traditions." You smiled, stepping closer to him.
"Definitely can't do that." He whispered, wrapping hands around your waist and softly kissed you. Your eyes closed, responding to the kiss. Winding your hands around his neck, you pulled him closer. The kiss was way too short for your liking. At the same time, it was everything you ever imagined and so much more.
You both couldn't help but smile. "I guess I'll have to use my coupon for a kiss later." Suddenly you became aware of how quiet the room had become. There was no chatter anymore, only cheerful Christmas music quietly playing in the background.
"Buck...Is everyone staring at us?" You asked, refusing to look yourself.
He glanced over your shoulder. "I'm afraid so, yes."
"What now?" You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
Bucky chuckled his chest rumbling and his arms tightening around you. "Shall we give them a show?"
"What do you mean?" You pulled back to look at him. He had a devilish smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Yes." You answered, not even thinking because it was true you trusted him.
"Hold on tight." You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but before you had a chance to do that, he dipped you down, one hand tightly looped around your waist, the other one holding your head. You squeaked at the sudden action holding onto his arms. He kissed you, knocking all the air out of your lungs, with so much love you felt like melting in his arms, forgetting about everything. Your lips parted, and he deepened the kiss.
The room erupted in cheering, bringing you and Bucky back to reality. He pulled you back on your feet, not letting you go.
"That...that was quite the show." You gasped breathlessly, holding onto him for balance, a smile dancing on your lips.
"I'm glad you liked it, Doll." He said with a big smile on his face.
