And They Were Roommates [COMPLETED]

Bonus Chapter I

**Part 1 of 2**

A few days after the Tyler incident, you were feeling a lot better, and a lot more assured in your decision to date Bucky. Nothing had really happened between you since he came back, except for some innocent kisses in the morning, cuddling on the sofa while you watched TV, and a kiss goodnight. You were doing what you agreed: taking it slow.

It was driving you crazy.

You didn't regret your decision to take it slow. You really didn't. You were learning a lot about each other. But you also couldn't help your eyes lingering when he came out of the shower, or wishing he would move his hands just a little lower when he was kissing you.

You kept telling yourself that this was what you both wanted. He was being a gentlemen, respecting your wishes, something you knew was difficult to find on dates these days. But god help if you didn't keep thinking about how sex with Bucky felt. And the last couple of days, it was so overwhelming that you were now trying to just avoid touching him altogether.

One evening, Bucky turned to you while you were cooking dinner.

"I was thinking," He said, a little hesitancy in his voice.

"Ooh that's dangerous." You teased. He laughed, and put the spoon he was holding down on the counter.

On the counter he once pushed you face down on.

"What were you thinking?" You asked, your chest feeling a little tight as you tried to push the image out of your head.

"Would you like to go on a date?" He asked. You looked up at him to see him smiling at you. You instantly smiled back. He had that effect on you.

"I...um, yes. Yes I would." You replied, your face heating up a little. "Where do you wanna take me?"

Ugh, poor choice of words Luka.

"Well, in the interest of going slow," He said, walking up to you as you stirred the veggies that were frying. You turned your attention back to the food, but felt his presence behind you, his voice close, over your left shoulder. "I thought the standard would be good, going somewhere for dinner?"

"Y-yeah, yeah that sounds nice." You breathed.

"Tomorrow, 7o'clock?"

"Sure." You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. He was smiling, lips closed, his eyes trained on you. It made you want to kiss him senseless. Somehow, you restrained yourself.

The rest of the evening went by with no more excitement. None, whatsoever. It seemed like he was now purposefully keeping away from you. He had his arm over the back of the sofa after dinner, but his hand wasn't touching you like normal. He didn't inch closer, and there was a clear gap between your bodies. He was also making less conversation as you watched TV. It made you antsy. The space was making it more obvious that you needed him to touch you. But then, you'd spent the last two days avoiding close contact, maybe he was as well now?

Who knew what was going through his head. What you did know was that you were getting fed up with it. You made a decision.

Tomorrow after your date, regardless of what happened, you were finally going to do a lot more than kiss him.

The next day, you started getting ready as soon as you got home from work. You had your music on, had a full shower, picked out your nicest outfit that you knew was going to drive Bucky crazy, and were finishing your hair when someone knocked on the front door.

"BUCK CAN YOU GET THAT?!" You yelled towards your open bedroom door as you tried to get the final section of hair to cooperate. There was no answer. Then there was another knock on the door. "BUCKY?!" You shouted again, not hearing any kind of response.