𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

23

DECEMBER.

This morning, you woke up with a huge smile on your face. Not only because you were laying in your bed naked, next to your boyfriend but also because it was snowing outside.

Since you were laying on Bucky's bare chest with his arm around you, it was easy to tell that he was starting to wake up as well, with the little movements he'd make.

Bucky blinks for a few seconds before looking down at you with a smile on his face. "Morning, doll." He says softly, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Recently, Bucky's been giving you a new nickname, 'doll'. It was random and you didn't know where it came from but quite frankly, you didn't really care.

"Morning." You smile back at him, snuggling into his chest some more.

You attempt to move your legs slightly, but you're met with a stinging pain in your inner thigh. You knew having sex every night for 7 days straight was going to come with consequences.

"You seem like you're struggling a little there." Bucky teases as you attempt to get out of bed.

"It's not funny." You say jokingly, wrapping a blanket around your naked body and securing it just above your boobs.

"I'm going to the mall today." You announce.

"Why?" Bucky questions, propping himself up on one elbow, watching you carefully.

"It's Bruce's birthday tomorrow." You shrug. "I wanna get him something."

"Then I'm going with you."

"You don't need to come with me everywhere, you know that right?" You chuckle.

Ever since that day when you confessed your love to eachother, Bucky hasn't been letting you out of his sight. He'd get a little irritated whenever you would go somewhere without him, since he has this mindset that he needs to protect you at all times.

"I know." He runs his hands through his long hair. "Do you think I should cut this?"

"I'm not here to tell you how to manage your hair, babe." You sit on the edge of the bed. "Do you want to cut it?"

"Kind of. I know I said I wanted to keep it a while ago, but it's becoming a huge chore." He groans.

"Then cut it." You say simply.

"But I'm attached." He pouts.

"When was the last time you had your hair cut?"

"1944." He winces. "Maybe I do need to cut it."

"Maybe you do." You chuckle, getting back up from the bed and heading towards your bathroom. "I'll be back out in a sec."

Dropping the blanket onto a rack, you hop inside of the shower to wash off all the sweat that was stuck to your body, courtesy of last night. The hot water from the shower soothed all the muscles in your body, and you just felt relaxed.

During your shower, you hear the door open as you rinse the soap off of your body, and you turn around only to see a naked Bucky standing in front of the shower door.