find me

7. tension I

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you're all doing okay! It took me a while to get this chapter out (again) but I think it was worth it. It's a long one so, buckle up. Things are getting saucy, but not exactly explicit yet. Let me know what you think in the comments! Or if you think anything could be improved, this is my first story after all so I'm open to criticism!

Lots of love,
Mary xx

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It was barely a couple of months that she had been living with Bucky, but Natalie already felt at home.

She was more and more at ease around the house, starting to feel like she actually belonged there. She felt welcomed, with Bucky and his friends.

A new home.

She was getting closer to Steve and Maria and the more she knew about Bucky the more she liked him, flaws and all.

Bucky liked being spontaneous. He hated making plans for the day, so he'd always surprise her with something to do or somewhere new to go. He was the sweetest, especially around her.

He showed her his huge music collection, containing some of the best music of all time. Fleetwood Mac, Prince, Marvin Gaye, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Aretha Franklin, and so much more. His taste was so eclectic it made her head spin. He loved jazz, blues, disco, pop, rap, anything that had a soul was fascinating to him. He was mad crazy about hip hop and r&b, he had a full section in the bookshelf allocated specifically for very carefully selected groups and iconic musicians from the '90s, displayed perfectly on the front.

He was also a massive movie lover.

Because of course, he was.

They would spend entire nights cuddled on the couch watching movies. Natalie absolutely adored when Bucky explained his opinion and theories, he would get so passionate and his Brooklyn accent would come out a lot thicker, making her chuckle. She loved spending time with him, period; almost as much as he loved listening to her talk about her crazy dreams or complicated books.

Bucky spent every free minute he had with her, he found every excuse to get out of work early or finish up with his friends quickly to come back home and find her curled up on the couch with a book in her hands and Alpine nestled next to her, or swaying around the kitchen cooking a perfectly delicious meal for the both of them.

So precious.

He even wanted to teach her how to drive. The idea alone of having her in his seat, driving his car, her tiny hands on the leather wheel, made him swallow hard.

She didn't think it was a good idea, considering the kind of car, very expensive and powerful, he drove, but he insisted and in the end, she didn't see any harm in learning a useful skill like that.

Some evenings they would just chill together in the living room, silently sharing the space; a record playing and the occasional sound of Alpine meowing from her spot on the couch. Natalie laying on the wooden floor on her belly, and drawing on her sketchbook, and Bucky sitting on the couch in front of her, book in hand, pretending to read the words on the page, while devouring her voluptuous beauty.

Wearing only a pair of shorts and a white cotton tank top because of the summer heat, she looked like an absolute goddess. He could stare at her honey silk skin for hours, the long curly hair resting on her shoulders and back, the bare legs mindlessly swinging back and forth in the air and a strip of skin showing on her lower back, where the fabric met with the floor, lifting it up a couple of inches.