summary: a soft morning for a soft boy
reader pronouns: she/her
warnings: sweet but kinda insecure bucky </3
Sticky and firm skin was the first thing y/n felt even though Alpine woke her up by licking the skin on her stomach, where Bucky’s shirt had ridden up during the night.
the position y/n l/n (soon to be y/n Barnes~) and James Barnes were in gave her a nice glimpse of the raised skin on Bucky’s shoulder: his scars. bucky was chest first on the firm bed, and was laying on him. bucky said he loved waking up to y/n’s weight on his because it grounds him after waking up from the hours he manages to sleep.
bucky hated his scars, and he made that fact quite obvious. anytime he went shirtless, he made a face at his scars, which made y/n want to smack the man and worship him at the same time.
y/n squirmed carefully to get her head up to Bucky’s shoulder.
she tried to breathe shallower breaths so she wouldn’t wake him up yet.
hovering just over the skin, she inhaled him. Bucky always smelled good. a fine mix of cologne, sweat, and his shampoo, which was a lavender most times, but occasionally had y/n pick out a scent.
she started st the top.
featherlight kisses, one by one, side by side as she went down his shoulder, loving Bucky’s unconscious shudder.
bucky woke up fast, and normally before sunrise, but today was different. it was soft at first, like he was dreaming it, but he heard her. she was on him, kissing him, loving him in a way he had never been loved before. she was pressing kiss after kiss into him, his arm scars no less, voluntarily. he was befuddled as to why such an angelic being like her would want to be intimate with scarred, mentally unstable him.
she slowly brought her hand up to thread it into Bucky’s hair. scratching his scalp lightly, she scattered kisses all the way up to James’s ear.
“morning, my pretty boy.” she murmured into his ear.
“g'mornin, my pretty dove.” he said, groaning almost inaudibly as y/n’s tugged soothingly on a sensitive spot.
y/n turned off of bucky after a moment, tearing her hand away from Bucky’s hair, loving how he turned to face her. Alpine joined the lovefest, wiggling in between her owners, purring at the warmth.
y/n turned to look at the furbaby, paws against he stomach, back on Bucky’s chest.
“look at her. she’s so pretty.” y/n murmured, signing happily when Bucky brought his forehead to rest on hers.
“so are you, doll.” he murmured, admiring her admirng their cat.
she chuckled slightly. “knew you’d say that.” she said, bringing her gaze to meet his. “oh, guess what?” she asked, her eyes suddenly aglow.
Bucky raised a brow. “what? what happened?”
“you, my dear,” y/n drawled, smiling, “slept for more than four and a half hours.” she said, eyes gleaming with pride.
“I…did?” he asked skeptically.
y/n nodded. “m'proud of you, love. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”
bucky sighed and closed his eyes.
“you okay, love?” y/n asked, suddenly.
he nodded. “I dreamed of you, tonight.” he said finally in a smaller voice.
Bucky barely ever dreamed, but when he did, he woke up from a nightmare. he just could never shut his eyes.
“where were we?” y/n inquired, closing her eyes, still pressed onto Bucky.
“we, uh, we went to Coney Island I think… the dream was about you, so I couldn’t really see anything but you.” he murmured.
“what were we doing?”
“walking, talking, and smoking.”
y/n breathed out a laugh. “yeah, I can see us doing that.”
bucky opened his eyes, finding his lover’s closed. “you can?”
“yup.”
“then let’s go.”
y/n opened her eyes. “go to… Coney Island?”
“Yeah.” Bucky nodded.
“let’s do it.” y/n agreed, closing her eyes.
“okay.” Bucky breathed.
“okay.”
“hey doll?” bucky asked, opening an eye.
“yes, lovie?” y/n asked, opening an eye as well.
“why’d you wake me up like that?” he asked. his brow was furrowed in the adorable way he furrowed it.
“because I wanted to wake you up like you wake me up.”
“oh.” a moment passed and the two were still staring at each other.
“I kinda liked it. even though I don’t like them.” bucky confessed, peering into you even more intently than before.
he was referring to the scars, y/n realized.
“then I’ll do it more.” she said, smiling.
bucky smiled at his lovesick self. “yeah. you should.”
“love you more, Sarge.”
