Doll. // Bucky Barnes X OC

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The next morning, Melany groaned awake, feeling the other side of the bed empty. She could barely remember the events from last night after Steve pulled her away from that Agent. She vaguely remembers going upstairs with Bucky, but after that it's blank. She remembers feeling fine until her last few sips of her drink settled into her stomach She sat up, grabbing her head in pain.

She noticed that Bucky had slipped his shirt over her torso at some point last night. She smiled slightly, always happy to wear his clothes.

The headache traveled around to the back of her eyes, making her squeeze them shut. She reached over to her nightstand, barely opening her eyes enough to see. There was a glass of water and some ibuprofen. A note sat underneath them.

She moved the water and grabbed the pills, popping them into her mouth and gulping them down with the water. She reached for the note before the bedroom door swung open.

Bucky walked in, humming a tune. He had a plate of eggs, bacon and toast and a cup of coffee on a bed-tray.

"Oh, good. You're awake." He smiled, sitting down on the bed next to her. "You can ignore the note. I didn't know how much longer you'd be asleep for once I got up." He gently leaned over, kissing her temple.

"Shh.." She placed her hand over his mouth, trying to get him to shut up. The headache was pounding every part of her skull. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" He asked. His words were muffled behind her hand. He moved her hand by grabbing her wrist. "What do you remember, doll?" He asked, making sure to lower his voice.

"I remember the Agent, and Steve pulling me away. I remember us coming up here, but that's about it. Everything else is blank unless nothing else did happen." She looked over at him. He had a small smile plastered to his lips.

"Something else definitely happened." He paused, remembering last night, but before they came upstairs. "Wait, you drank some of your drink after you were turned around, right?"

Melany nodded slowly. "Do you think he put something in it? You were rather... needy last night."

"Maybe? I don't know." Melany sighed. "If he did, I'm glad I was with you." Melany smiled softly at him. She could see his jaw clench as he continued to try to remember more of last night for her with the Agent. She reached out, cupping his face in her hand. He looked down at her, his face softening. "I'm okay Buck."

"I know. He just pissed me off. I'm glad Steve saw him, because if he hadn't you probably wouldn't be in our bed right now." He huffed out. He turned his head some, kissing the palm of her hand to remind himself that she was here, with him.

"I'm right here." She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "What all did I do last night?"

"Well," Bucky cleared his throat. "Let's just say that you were going to cum whether or not it was my doing." He licked his bottom lip as he remembered Melany's hands underneath the sheets and between her legs.

"Wow." Melany covered her face with her hands, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Oh my God."

Bucky chuckled, leaning over and placing a kiss to her cheek when she let her hands fall. "Don't worry. I did all the work, sweetheart." He smiled, leaning back. He pushed the bed-tray to her with the breakfast he'd made. "I figured you were going to be hungry, and—" he leaned back, pulling open his nightstand. He pulled out a box that was wrapped in red sparkly wrapping paper. The box was a little large but was obviously still small enough to fit in the nightstand. "Merry Christmas."

She'd already dug into the food while he was rummaging through the drawer. A part of her stomach dropped when she saw how big the box was. She'd been hoping he would propose since Thanksgiving, and he hasn't yet. She was worried that their previous conversation they had at the Cabin a few months ago was growing irrelevant, and that scared her.