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Bucky x Reader~Valentine's pt.2~Smut

(Y/n)'s POV (y/f/f)-favorite flower

It was later in the night, it was 1 hour till Bucky was supposed to take me out on a friend date. I'm glad he asked, I have a crush on him, and I was hoping to tell him tonight. But it might ruin everything. But we'll see.

I got out of the shower, and got on my dress for tonight.

Once I straightened everything out with my dress, I went to the bathroom to finish with my hair. It had light curls at the end, and I took one last look in the mirror before I heard a knock.

I took one last sigh and made sure everything was looking good. And I walked to the door, and opened it seeing Bucky in black jeans with a dark red shirt and a leather jacket, holding (y/f/f). "Oh my thank you." I said with a smile, taking them.

"Of course, I heard they were your favorite, and by the way you look beautiful." He said, coming in my room while he waited for me. I put the flowers into a nice vase I have. "You don't look to bad yourself." I said, done with my flowers.

He chuckled lightly, and held out his arm for me to take. I slipped my arm through his and we walked to the kitchen, where the elevator was. We got to the elevator and went to the parking garage. "Put this on." Bucky said, giving me a helmet.

"Bucky, I'm a trained assassin, I don't need a helmet." Bucky gave me a look, "Alright." He said, putting the helmet on for me. It was far to big, "Rude." I said jokingly. "And I'm not taking chances with your safety, love." He said, he turned around and my eyes widened.

It gave me enough time to freak out, and calm down. When he turned around again, he moved his motorcycle out of his parking spot, which was next to Steve's motorcycle. "Get on behind me doll, and hold on." He said, waiting for me to get on before he started his motorcycle.

I got on, and wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight. He pushed his starting pedal down, and his motorcycle roared. And he started to drive us to where our date was. I layed my head on his back, while he drove us. When we got to a low grass meadow, he drove us up a small hill, and turned his motorcycle off.

I let go of him, and got off. I unbuckled the chin strap that held the helmet on my head. I took the helmet off, and Bucky let out a laugh. "Another reason I didn't want to wear a helmet." I said, giving his helmet back.

He stood up, and fixed my hair. "It still looks good." He said, putting his helmet on his bike. He walked over to me and took my hand, and walked us over to a small picnic. It was a red checkered blanket, with rocks holding down the blanket, with a basket, and a cake with Strawberry and blueberries.