Avengers Imagines

Ch. 1~Bucky Fluff/Fall Series

A cold breeze runs it's hand down my spine and leaves goosebumps littered across the bare skin of my back, coaxing a groan from my throat. Heavy lidded eyes crack open despite the weight of sleep to find the window wide open to the views of red, orange, and gold leaves shivering with the chill of the season. The quiet applause seems to encourage me to slip out of bed and I do so reluctantly. My feet land on soft cloth instead of hard wood and I happily pick up the discarded flannel to shrug it on. Shaking my head, I shut the window to keep out the bracing cold. After some underwear and fuzzy socks, I shuffle out of the bedroom into the living room. If the chill and leaves hadn't charmed me awake already, this sight certainly would've.

A red sweater stretches over what I know is a deliciously muscled back and low-slung navy sweatpants hang off his hips. Dark hair is stained copper by the early morning light streaming in the window just above the sink and bounces a little in his bun while he makes coffee. Quietly, I slide over on my fuzzy socks and wrap my arms around his waist.

"What...have I said...about leaving...the window open?" I ask in bits, drowsiness still biting at my heels.

His stomach tightens and loosens as he chuckles at me. "It's beautiful outside." He defends himself softly and places a hand on top of mine without stopping in his quest for coffee. I groan into the warm fabric on his back and receive another chuckle in return.

"And a naked me in bed with you wasn't enough to convince you that I don't give a damn?" I ask and relinquish my arms to put them on my hips.

Turning with a grin and a mug of coffee in a shining silver hand, he sighs. "Here, smartass. I was going to bring you some in bed." Those clear blue eyes sparkle with amusement as my hands eagerly wrap around my favorite orange mug. The familiar smell swirls in the air as steam rises from the light caramel liquid and my eyelids flutter slightly with pleasure. I hum in appreciation. "Yeah, you're welcome." Bucky pecks my cheek with a smirk before continuing to make his own.

"You making some of that pumpkin shit?" I tease and nearly drop my coffee when there's a sudden snap on my ass. "Ow!" My hand rubs what I'm sure will become a welt and look to Bucky standing there with a smirk on his tempting lips and a hand towel tossed over his shoulder.

"Serves ya right. My coffee's fucking delicious." He waggles a finger at me and I frown as he turns back to his coffee. I gently put my mug down on the counter and snag the towel from his shoulder, rolling it and snapping it only to have that damn left hand catch it. A moment passes where our eyes meet, then he tugs the towel towards him and me along with it. His arms snake around me, encasing me in his warmth before he backs us up so I'm between him and the island. Pumpkin and pine fill my nose, pumpkin from his coffee and pine from his soap, as he leans in and lets his lips skim down from between my eyes to the tip of my nose. My lips are pursed to resist smiling, but I give in when his hands slide up my thighs to tease the edges of my underwear. "Forgot something." He murmurs and my barely open eyes snap up to his piercing pools of blue.

"Hm?" I hum distractedly. Distracted by his hands, his lips, him. Those skilled lips continue skiing across my skin while the duality of the cold and hot of his hands fills me with fire.

"Didn't...say...morning." His lips part so every word he says stains my skin as he works his way across my lips before pressing them fully to mine. My hands reach up to feel the muscles rippling in his bicep and the plates tightening in his left. I let loose a little moan onto his lips when he takes handfuls of my ass. I can't help but laugh when he lifts me onto the counter and onto the freezing marble. Leaning my head back to laugh leaves my neck open for attack and he presses his advantage before we both relax back against the other again.

"Does that count or are you going to say it again?" Those blue eyes roll as he sighs at my comment.

"Smartass." He turns to continue with his coffee, but I lock my legs around him instead. When he turns back I peck his lips.

"Morning, baby." I return his sentiment and release him so he can make his shitty coffee.

Crinkles appear beside his eyes as he smiles and slowly leans his firm body back onto me. "Baby, huh?" He repeats and edges closer and closer until my legs are spread around him and I'm holding onto his shoulders to keep me vertical. I hum the affirmative. "You want me to call you that now, doll? Baby?" I capture my bottom lip between my teeth and admit everything sounds damn good coming out of his filthy mouth.

"Call me whatever you like." I invite and mischief alights his eyes. He opens his mouth to respond, but a soft knock on the front door interrupts him. Irritation runs through the both of us. "That'll be your golden retriever of a best friend. God, get that man a fuck buddy. It's like a hundred years past the time where he should've learned the glory of morning sex." Bucky chuckles and pulls back, then helps me off the counter.

"You love Steve almost more than I do." He accuses as I walk over to the door with my coffee.

I scoff. "Of course, I do. He's like a fucking self-destructive teddy bear, what's not to like?" I ask rhetorically before opening the door. To Steve's credit, he only looks mildly amused when he sees me in just a plaid shirt. Sunlight streams in over his shoulder, lighting his blonde hair in a halo around his head.

"Heard that. Thanks." He tilts his head towards me and steps in so I can shut out the cold. "I like you too." Steve continues as he sheds his light jacket and shoes. Bucky walks over and they hug before I get one.

"You're both alright. You've got the better ass though, doll." Bucky winks at me and Steve rolls his eyes. I smirk.

"Oh, are we bringing back Captain flat ass?" I ask, sidestepping Steve's half-hearted shove when he walks over to get some coffee. My eyes look at the tv and the little pumpkin countdown in the bottom left corner. "Two minutes. Asses, no matter how flat, on the couch." Bucky giggles in the kitchen as Steve groans, but in the next two minutes both men are beside me.

"So, what the hell is this?" Bucky asks for what seems like the hundredth time.

"It's a movie marathon for the month of October. You'll see a lot of classic Halloween movies in the next few hours that nearly everyone knows about. The Addams Family, Monsters Inc., The Corpse Bride, the really good ones." I explain and snuggle deeper into Bucky's arms, huffing when Steve playfully puts his feet in Bucky and I's lap. Honestly, both men are warm and any semblance of body heat they can lend me makes me happy.

"And you're not going to get scared, doll?" Bucky asks teasingly as I finally take a long sip from my coffee. My hand absentmindedly draws circles on inside of his knee.

"Not with my guard dogs." My eyes flick from Steve's baby blues to Bucky's dark blues contentedly. Both nod proudly as I smirk, but we fall quiet when the first movie starts. Warm from coffee, each other's company, and knowing my boys are happy, I sigh.

Ah. Fall.