Sliding the key into your door, ramming it with your shoulder it gives way. Still floating in cloud 9 you have returned from your ‘date’ flustered with a grin spreading ear to ear.
‘Well, well, well. What do we have here!’ sipping from a glass of wine pitching herself crossed legged on the coffee table, Jade sat judging you up and down with glee.
‘How did you even get in?’ rolling your eyes preparing for the incoming date debrief.
‘Country girls, always leaving their windows a jar.’ Pointing towards the partially open window by the fire escape. ‘But the real question is....how did it go, please tell me you at least got a kiss goodnight.’ Wriggling where she sat so excited for the juicy details.
‘oh. I certainly did.’ You shoot a wicked grin, twirling before landing on the sofa opposite.
‘YOU WHORE!’ Jade screams, grabbing the cushion next and whacking you with it, laughter filling every corner of the room as you try to defend yourself. ‘I knew it. The stench of hot, steamy sex filled the air the second you swanned through the damn door! Tell me more!’
Ripping the cushion from her hands, you bury your beetroot face into it letting out a gleeful squeal as you kick your legs in the air. Sitting up, composing yourself you take a large swig from the wine bottle before leaning back into the chair. Your face calm and serious. ‘I have no idea what your talking about.’
‘LIAR!’ Jade’s voice reaching new heights as she calls you out. ‘Beatrix Miller you little minx.’
Unable to keep a straight face any longer, you pathetically laugh out screwing your face in defeat. ‘ugh...it was so so sooo good!’
The hours pass as you spend the night chatting away to your best friend before she leaves in a cab home. The moon now shining high in the city sky as you crawl into your bed, wrapping yourself in the white sheets you float off to sleep with a smile on your face, for the first night in a very long time.
Rising with the sun as always a few hours later, you head back into your living room eager to make a start on the Stark-Roger proposal. Sitting on the floor, designs plans and concept spread over every surface your immersed into the chaos, where your creativity is let free as you sit tapping away at your laptop.
A ping alerting you to your phone, still focusing around the numbers and plans on the screen your hand scrambles under some paperwork to retrieve your mobile. Glancing down at the screen it’s a text. Bucky.
‘’ Good Morning Doll, Hope you got a good night’s rest.”
A warming sensation spread throughout your stomach at the sentiment of his affection.
Hitting send you reply. ‘ I did. Well rested and ready to hit the ground running.’
Opting to send a selfie along with your message you snap back a picture of you surrounded by your work.
Within seconds your phone lights up again. “My little worker bee!”
Holding your phone to your chest leaning back laying back to the rug you let out a whisper.
‘My.’
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
