Kiss Me {Bucky Barnes Fanfic}

PART 26

*Yeh, Yeh - Georgie Fame & The Blue Flames playing on the radio*

Swaying my hips to the upbeat music playing through a vintage looking radio - which took a good 20 minutes to work out. I shake the eggs in the pan slightly, adding a pinch of salt & pepper in the mix. I place the pan back on the stove and face the island counter to sort some fruits into a bowl then place it in the centre of the table. I occupy the eggs once more.

Bucky is still asleep in the bedroom. He must have carried me to bed last night and dressed me in a pair of his boxers and one of his T-shirt's that serves as a dress on me. I woke up wrapped in his arms. I wanted to stay there longer but I was starting to get warm and Bucky's rumbling tummy motivated me to make breakfast for the both of us. So that's where I at now.

Humming along to the melody my hips subconsciously swing to the side as I bounce on the balls of my feet, completely going to the beat. I reach up into the cupboard for two glasses. My, Bucky's, shirt riding up over my ass whilst doing so.

Two hands grip my waist making me yelp in surprise. I know this presence all to well to know it's him. Bucky's chin is now resting on my shoulder as he watches me pour orange juice in both cups and leave them on the counter for now.

I shuffle the both of us sidewards, so I can assist the eggs that are close to burning and take them off the stove and move them to the plates where I have already made sausage, bacon, and some toast. It is all ready to eat now.

Bucky presses soft kisses to my neck from where he is still pressed against me from behind.

"Good morning, beautiful," his hand grazes over my lower stomach, leaving tingles at the touch.

"I made us breakfast," I offer him a smile, trying my best to face him slightly.

"It looks lovely, thankyou," he raps in my ear. I spin in his hold so I'm now trapped between him and the counter. He is bare chested, only wearing shorts, and his hair is still scruffy from his sleep.

I place my hands on his shoulders and rise on my tiptoes to place a chaste kiss to his lips before pushing him back and grabbing my plate. He smirks and grabs his own, joining me at the table. Bucky immediately tucks in, scoffing down half the meal already. But a wave of nausea seems to wash over me and in one quick instant and standing up and running to the bathroom. Just in time my head is in the bowl, emptying my stomach of last nights food.

I sense his immediate presence behind my crouching body. I turn to meet his worried features before throwing up again. He quickly crouches beside me and pulls my hair up out the way and uses his other hands to gently rub my back.

"Are you okay?" He barely whispers, his voice fret. I nod weakly, my earlier energetic mood all gone with a flush.

"It's probably just the heat making me feel queasy," I offer making him nod slowly. I reach and flush the toilet, sure that I'm not going to be sick again. Bucky's assisting arms hook under mine and lift me from the floor cautiously. He carries me into the bedroom and places me kindly on the bed. He offers me the duvet but I politely shake my head, still feeling quite warm.

I can tell he's unsure on what to do. It's quite cute really. He's standing with his hands at his side just looking down at me. Concern still holding his features.

"I'm okay, Bucky," I chuckle, reaching my hand out to his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He kneels beside the bed and smooths my hair back comfortingly.

"Can you still eat? I want you to eat." He asks, I wait for my body to somehow reject the idea but it doesn't. I nod, sitting up and walking hand in hand back to the table. He pulls my chair out and tucks me in then hesitantly walks to his own. Eyeing me cautiously, I begin to eat the still warm food and Bucky does the same. The food is actually really nice, I'm glad my body didn't disagree with it.