✔𝚨 𝚸𝛐𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ➳ 𝚩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝚩𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chapter 39

If I lie against your chest,
and you lightly trace the curves of my spine
with your fingertips,
and we breathe a sigh
of relief as our souls
call it a night and mould
back into each other,
and I think that this is
what they mean when
they describe love as
feeling complete

The sound of birds chirping could be heard from outside of the window and as Melora's eyes opened she could see the curtains billowing in the wind along with a figure standing behind it. Bucky was standing out on the balcony, smoking it seemed.

It had to be pretty late; the sun was fully up. She slowly sat up in the bed, watching him carefully. Did he even remember everything still? It wouldn't be the first time he had forgotten something again.

The vines grew from her hands, wrapping around her bag so she could grab another shirt for herself. After getting dressed she walked to the balcony, leaning against the frame.

"Good morning," she gently spoke, and he snuffed out the cigarette on his metal arm, turning around to her.

"Hi," he said, eyebrows in deep crevices and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"So... How are you feeling?" She asked, tilting her head and sending him a soft smile.

"Confused." The lump grew in her throat, and she slowly nodded. It had been way too soon for them to go so far. "But I'm alright, just a lot of things coming back." She let out her breath.

"Sorry if- if last night was too... much," she sighed, growing a flower to start fiddling with it.

Bucky took a step closer to her, forcefully grabbing her waist and twirling her back into the room as she metal arm landed next to her head on the wall. The breath hitched immediately as those piercing eyes made every muscle in her body relax.

"Come on, Doll, it's never too much with you," he said before his lips met hers, kissing her deeply and forcing her head against the wall, then his body curving into hers.

"You scared me," she mumbled against his lips, and he shut her up instantly. The heartbeat within her was already picking up.

"Sorry... there's just- a lot of stuff coming back," he hoarsely laughed, making her heart skip a beat.

"I understand, this is- it's all up to you. I don't want to push you," she said as she ran her hands up his chest over his shirt, feeling the incredibly toned muscles there.

"Mel, are you sure? There's so many things you could do other than be here with me," Bucky said and grabbed her hand, caressing the back of it. "With everything that has happened, I would understand it."

"Never in a million years would I willingly leave you," she laughed and he slowly closed his eyes, nodding.

"I thought you might say that," he breathed, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and not intending to ever let go of her.

"Where do you want to go from here?" She asked, knowing he probably wouldn't have much of a plan regarding any of this.

"I don't- I don't know," he mumbled, and she ran her hands through his long hair, pushing him even closer to her.

"Okay, I can deal with that. That's okay," she gently encouraged, pressing a kiss to his head. "We'll keep doing what we're doing and take things as they come, alright?" He nodded against her.

Melora was barely able to understand what was happening. Was this truly real? Her heart skipped a beat. Was it possible? Against everything, she might actually have him back. Bucky was truly in her arms, even with some of his memories missing he was still the man she fell in love with all the way back then. To the core.