The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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Until the lion learns how to fight, every story will glorify the hunter

Dating Bucky was wonderful, he finally felt complete and good with which way his life was leading itself. Something calm and warm settled in his chest as he looked around the finished house.

Their finished house.

They settled on a forest themed living room, the couch such a sparkling green, it was blinding. The furniture was a dark wood, matching the seat Sam had bought himself.

Their kitchen had coffee bean decorated wallpapers, a cherryred fridge as well as coffee machine, and a dark wood table, matching the living room furniture.

Dark blue was the colour of the walls in the bathroom, safe for their shower, which consisted of black walls with no curtain. The bathroom was large enough to be one of those fancy ones where there wasn't need for one.

But the best thing was their shared bedroom. They agreed there wasn't a need to make two rooms since they were dating, anyways. Bucky was still a tiny bit uncomfortable with showing too much skin, but Sam was a patient man. He'd wait.

So, their bedroom had a massive closet that was illuminated by lights and had multiple drawers full of watches, socks, etc. They had a TV and a bookshelf, which took up almost a whole wall, they needed a staircase to reach The highest shelf. But, god, their bed...

It was immensely soft, which was weird for both of them, but more so for Bucky, since he confessed to having spend most his nights on the floor. Those days were over, Sam would make him sleep on this god forbidden bed, even if he had to chain him to the headboard. It was so fucking soft, both massive men drowned in the mattress.

The first time they had laid on it, they had errupted in giggles, since they had both been on different sides, but the mattress had dipped so much, they had met in the middle, both laughing like maniacs at that. It had been a sign, they decided and bought it.

They still had to spend a night on it, which probably would be tonight, they weren't sure just yet.

Bucky had insisted of having flowers in the garden, but Sam wanted a lot of grass to play football with AJ and Cass, and to train with the shield. Besides, he wasn't kidding, he wanted an animal, one for himself and one for Bucky, since it really could help both of them with their PTSD. He needed to bring up that conversation in the next few days, he remembered.

Slowly walking down the hall, he found his boyfriend in the kitchen in an apron, his eyebrows furrowed as he read some kind of receipt. Sam walked behind him and hugged simply because he fucking could.

"Sugar, what's this? It's almost midnight!"
Sam laughed, making Bucky's cheeks colour a tiny bit.

"I want to learn this dish for our one month anniversary." Bucky mumbled, already embarrassed.

"Baby... that's in one and a half week." Sam sighed. Why did his boy always need to be overprepared?

"I wanna do something special. I wanna do this right, with you." Bucky mumbled dejectively.

"You are. Bucky, we will do something special, but tonight, we are both exhausted and in need of sleep, alright? So, come on, we got a new bed to test out." Sam wiggled his eyebrows funnily, making Bucky laugh wholeheartedly as he dragged him by the arms up the stairs.

They showered, one after another, since Bucky still couldn't shake off his insecurity about his scars, and as both settled back into the bedroom, now both dressed in pj's and with brushed teeth, they starred at one another, no one willing to do the first step.

"Oh, wait." Bucky rushed towards the closet, his cheeks aflame as he took an object out of his duffel bag.

A teddy bear.

"A teddy bear?" Sam wondered aloud and Bucky shrinked in on himself, his blush deepening.

"Yes, one of the many comfort items Raynor recommended. But this worked best, soo..." He trailed off, already brasing himself for the laughter and mockery. Instead, he was surprised by a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Hey, I'm not gon' judge, sugar." Sam loved calling Bucky petnames since the squirming his boyfriend did was just plain adorable.

"Whatever makes your homicidal heart happy." Sam added as an afterthoght and Bucky shoved him a little.

"Oh, fuck off!" He said, laughing. Theo starred at each other, both faces heating up and Sam needed to break the silence somehow.

"You are doing that starring thing again."

"I'm waiting on you to move."

"I'm waiting on you to move."

"Well, I guess we'll stand a little longer." Bucky challenged, crossing those way too muscular arms over his chest.

"Behave for once like your age and settle into bed, Buck." Sam challenged back, and Bucky gasped at him.

"You dipshit!" He laughed.

"Fine, let's do it together, then, how about that?"

"Maybe one of your best decisions ever made, Bucky." Sam laughed along, and Bucky narrowed his eyes playfully.

"Y'know what my favourite part of the forties was? You not being born yet." And Sam threw his head back and laughed so loudly, he was sure he woke the neighbourhood.

He shoved his sassy boyfriend, and crawled to the side of his bed, still laughing as Bucky joined in.

They both laid in perfect sync, both on their backs and starring up to the ceiling. They didn't touch anywhere, just laid there an breathed. Silence clawed up to them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Still, Sam felt the need to voice his thoughts.

"It's too soft."

"Mhm."

"Like, very soft."

"Mhm."

"Floor?"

"Floor." Bucky agreed and they both crawled down, now laying close enough so their shoulders were touching. Then, surprising Sam and himself, Bucky turned to his side so he was facing Sam, kissed him on the cheek, such an innocent peck, Sam might as well had imagined it, and laid his head on Sam's shoulder. His metal arm wrapped itself around Sam waist and he closed his eyes.

"Good night... doll."

Thank fuck Bucky had his eyes closed, or he'd seen the deep red Sam sported on his face.

"Night, baby."