Bucky x Y/N - Life In Hydra

Chapter 8

Six months later. And to my surprise, me and Bucky were living happily in our Texas apartment. Not even a month after we escaped, we left Russia and got on a plane to The US.

We brought ourselves an apartment, and decorated it to our standards. Bucky finally cut his hair and got a job in the factory, only across the road. And I was stuck at home all day, doing nothing.

Well not nothing – Bucky had brought some art supplies for the easel and I finally put it to some use. When Bucky wasn't working, we spent every moment together. We would paint together, occasionally, but not the paper ; Bucky was childish and painted me instead.

But I loved every second of my new life. Bucky made it complete and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

It was a Friday evening, and I was in the kitchen, cooking a pizza, when the door opened.

"Home," I heard from the hallway and I knew who it was.

Bucky came around the corner and smiled to me, "Smells amazing," he walked over to me and kissed me, passionately.

"Thank you," I smiled at him.

He looked around and took a handful of cheese, shovelling it into his mouth.

"I needed that for the pizza!" I said.

Bucky pretended to spit it back out, before laughing at me, "You'll manage. There's loads there!"

"Besides the point greedy!" I laughed with him.

He turned and went to put his work bag down.

"I'm going to grab a shower. Let me know when it's done," he winked at me, before walking off.

I turned back to the pizza. I couldn't stop thinking about Bucky at that moment. It happened frequently. I would be focused on a task, and then he would come into my thoughts, and distract me.

I stood for a moment, and then turned the oven off and walked off down the hall, following him.

I could already hear the shower from a distance. I walked into the bathroom, to see the shower curtain pulled across and Bucky's clothes in a pile on the floor. I rolled my eyes : I had to tell him to put them in the hamper every day.

But I decided to ignore it, and too place my clothes with his. I slowly and silently slipped out of my jeans and shirt, before my underwear.

I approached the shower and sneakily pulled back the curtain, but Bucky already knew I was there.

"Took your time," He smiled, before pulling me towards him.

We began to make out, rough. He kissed my neck and I let out a small moan. He placed his hands on my hips as he kissed every inch of my chest.

I pulled his face back to mine to kiss his lips again. We continued to kiss for a few minutes, as he pushed me against the wall.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear, before kissing my neck again.

This time, he made his way further down my body, kissing my stomach. And as he got close to my waste, I pulled his face back to meet mine.

"You have to earn that, Mr Barnes," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes, jokingly, before kissing me again. The water ran down our faces, getting into my eyes. But I didn't care. The only thing I cared for in that moment, was Bucky. His hands made their way to my ass, and he clutched it tight, pulling me closer to him.

And I just couldn't help but smile.