Daylight

Cardigan

CONTENT WARNING 18+ ONLY
EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!

I'm unpacking Bucky's clothes and putting them on my bed to organize into the dresser when I hear him come through the front door.

"Last box!" He says proudly bringing it over to the bed and placing it down carefully.

"I am now officially moved in, Charles."

I roll my eyes at the nickname, but still can't hide my smile, "it hasn't been official over the past month of you living here because?"

"Because this is the last box. And I handed over my apartment keys. Congratulations to me!"

"So exciting," I give him a kiss on the cheek. "What treasures will we find in this last box?"

"Let's open it and you'll find out." He opens it up and I can see picture frames along with some other trinkets and books.

I grab one of the frames, it's a black and white picture of his family. I look and see a little boy in the front. It's impossible to mistake him for someone else. He's still got that same stare he's giving the cameraman.

"You're adorable." I point to him, "I'm sending a picture of this to Sam as proof you've had a staring problem your entire life."

I look over the other faces in the frame. His family looking back at me, and I realize this is the first time I've ever seen their faces.

Bucky wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"I wish you could've met them."

"I do too. You look just like your dad. But you've got your mom's eyes."

"They were good people. Good parents. I miss them. All of them."

I place the picture frame down and turn in his arms, "I know you do, but I hope you know that they would be so proud of you now."

He smiles softly before leaning down and kissing me. Pulling me in at my waist, his hands wrapped around me.

"I love you, Charlie."

"I love you too. Shall we get back to unpacking your stuff?"

"I guess, I don't really want to though," he huffs as he looks at the pile of clothes on the bed.

"What if after we get you fully unpacked, we hop in the shower?"

He grins and raises his eyebrows, "that's pretty good motivation. And we can order take out too? I'm gonna be very hungry after that shower..."

His hand slide down my waist, the other coming up and lightly grabs my throat. He gives my ass a firm squeeze, while his mouth comes down on me hard.

He groans when I pull away after a minute of intense kissing, "yes, that sounds like a plan, but we should get started."

After about an hour of reorganizing my dresser to make room for Bucky's clothes, I move to the closet to start hanging up his shirts.

I go to clear off part of the shelf for Bucky's boots and a shoe box comes tumbling out. A couple pictures come out and I see a picture of Steve kissing me on the cheek. A sigh escapes my lips and I slowly get down on the floor. Flicking through the contents of the box. It's the box I packed up once I decided it was time to move on. For all the things I couldn't keep looking at day in and out. I forgot it was even here in my closet.