bucky barnes imagines

v. hungover. (care to dance 2)

                                   (rewritten)
           sweater weather — the neighbourhood
 
       You wake up with a pounding headache, and a terrible dry mouth. You rub your temples, hoping for some kind of comfort before last nights events start coming back to you in small memories.

   You quickly turn to the other side of the bed realizing quickly that the man sleeping next to you is in fact Bucky Barnes, and you are very naked.

    Bucky, who was still asleep, is also clearly naked, the sheets only covering below his v line, which you couldn't help but look at. His brown hair was tasseled from last nights events but, oh, he looked damn good anyway.

    His chest came up in deep breaths, the muscles contracting with the movement, and you cursed yourself for not remembering exactly what the two of you did last night.

   You sit up in the bed looking for a shirt, anything to use to cover up, but end up rubbing your eyes and laying back down on the pillow.

    "Morning," a raspy voice suddenly says, and you turn over to Bucky, looking at you with a slight grin. He sits up slightly to open the drawer, pulling out a shirt.

    "Here," he says, and hands you it, and you put it on thankfully, but his eyebrows furrow, "headache?" he asks. "Mmm," you answer, remembering the pounding currently in your head.

   "I swear I had some advil here," He looks through his drawers, and then pulls out the bottle. He hands you two with a bottle of water before taking two himself.

    You swallow the pills, "thank you, Bucky," you say, and he looks at you with a smile. "No problem."

  "Bucky," you finally say. "Yes," he responds, turning on his side to face you. "Do you remember—"

    "Oh, I remember," he says, and you can feel his smirk, and it makes you laugh.

     "Do you regret it?" he quickly asks, "I don't," you answer, "although I don't remember exactly what we did," you smiled at what you were about to say, but Bucky said it for you.

   "I'll remind you exactly what we did and how it felt, when we're sober and not having the urge to throw up everything we consumed the previous day."

   You laughed at his words, "Sounds good." You turned over onto your side too, so the both of you were facing each other.

    He leaned closer and placed tender kisses on the many marks he left, and finally came up to kiss your lips, saying against them,  "Your first reminder,"  and you groaned.

   "My second reminder would be your unbearable teasing," you said, which got a smile to form on his lips. "Spot on," he says, and you kiss him again because you just can't help it.

    He returns the kiss but you pull away, "we're forgetting that we're supposed to be doing this when we aren't experiencing a hangover—" you begin to say, "Mmm I know," Bucky responds, kissing you again.

   "I can't resist when you're in my bed in only my shirt," he continues.

    "How do you think it might be for me?" you say, your hand travelling up his bare chest. "You're not wearing anything."