BLACK AND WHITE | BUCKY BARNES x OC

part nine

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DNI

Leila POV

    Bucky and I lay there caressing each other for the next couple of minutes. Taking it in. Us.

My concentration is stuck on where we are, his arms wrapped around me and his thumb drawing circles around my stomach. We used one of the blankets nearby to clean himself and the release he made on me. I'll wash them later tonight, I think to myself.

He's so big in comparison to me that he practically takes up the whole couch while laying down; I'm stuffed in between his build and the cushion.

I turn my head and catch him already looking at me, eyes low and satisfied. His breathing is slow, like mine. He leans in and kisses my temple, making me blush and smile.

"You're so beautiful in color," He whispers. His hand continues to create small circles on my skin and I can feel my body heat warm up again at the compliment.

"Isn't it funny that we've never seen each other in black and white?" I ask. His eyes sparkle as his grin widens.

"You're right, but I know you would be just as gorgeous. These colors just help me paint the perfect picture of you."

"Bucky," My voice cracks. I can feel his heartbeat underneath me quicken at my tone.

"What's wrong, Leila?" His eyes search through mine but can't find an answer.

I turn my head back to stare at the ceiling and sigh. "I've always gone all my life not worried about seeing color. It was something I got used to. I honestly thought it was something that was impossible to have for some. My parents saw color with each other, but some of my family members went without seeing color and marrying their partners. I thought I would go the same route."

My voice trails off and Bucky adjusts his body so he's sitting up against the couch and my body lays against his chest.

"Leila, I've been alive for many years and thought the same." His breath hits my hair and I can feel its warmth. His arm tights around my waist and I look up at him, his steel blue eyes begging me to come undone.

"I know, but it's just so complicated right now." My right hand fiddles with my left, where my rings aren't. "What are we supposed to do now?"

I can almost feel the tears build up in my eyes and a knot coming into my throat. Sudden realization comes to me and my breathing increases. Steve.

Bucky can feel my body turn rigid and he leans his head over, trying to force eye contact. His hand moves from my waist to my neck and then gently touches my cheek, capturing the tear that escaped my right eye.

"Hey, we didn't necessarily want this to happen. But it did." His voice goes low and there's drastic change in his features.

His face falls in defeat and his chest caves in, as if he wants to disappear from what's going on and what we did.

"I know," I reply. My voice shakes and I cover my face with my hands and breathe deeply.

I need to shower and let myself think. We were so caught up in the heat of things that I forgot the real reason he's here.

I start to get up and Bucky helps me. We both look at the couch and realize the mess we've made is all over the cushions. We both look at each other and laugh, lightening up the mood in the room.

"Come on," Bucky says as he begins to walk towards the hallway naked and grasps my hand. The soft touch quickens my heart again and I forget about everything.

We make it to the bathroom and Bucky turns on the light, closing the door behind me and taking in the room.

He's never been here since Steve and I moved in, so everything is new to him. The light fixtures above are illuminating his features; his arm muscles and chiseled abs as well as his very muscular legs.