My Little Dove

Chapter 9

Dove's POV:

"Wakey wakey eggs and bacey"

"I don't wanna" I groan

He opens the curtains and I retreat under the blanket we shared.

"There is life to live, sugar tits" He laughs

"It will go on without me"

"Lovebug"

He cuddled me all night long. It felt wrong to say that it was nice, but I loved it. Gosh, what the hell was I doing?

"Then what would you like to do, Angel?"

"Sleep"

"Why?"

"Because I don't get enough of it. I've been off more this week than I have in months and I still haven't slept past 7"

He slides back next to me and urges me to rest on his chest. "I like your hat" He mumbles

"Hat?"

"Yeah" He gently lifts the 'hat'

"That's called a bonnet"

"Oh! Well, I like your bonnet. What does it do?"

"Traps in the moisture and keeps my hair from getting frizzy while I sleep"

"I didn't know that"

"Now you do"

"Can I kiss you?"

I was shocked but not surprised. He enjoyed being affectionate. So, I pulled up the only excuse I could think of.

"Morning breath"

"I don't give a fuck"

He kisses my jaw, leaving me stunned. "Dove, next time you touch yourself, let me help you. My fingers are quite bigger than yours"

I'm ashamed to say that he was turning me on. And even more embarrassed that I wasn't disgusted by that happening.

"Cat got your tongue, Angel?"

No, but definitely didn't mind if he did.

"I have to go pee"

"No, you don't"

"How do you know?"

"Because I have to go pee too"

I had a feeling that pee was a code word for something completely different. How was it that yesterday I was completely against him sleeping with me and now I was debating on letting him touch me?

"Come back over here and let me help you."

Something about him was extremely intoxicating. Maybe how good he smelled or his height. Maybe that smile he plastered on his face and his flirtatiousness. It made me drawn to him in such a manner that my shyness would nearly dissolve around him.

"I have to go pee" I rush away into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I cursed myself when I realized I left my phone sitting on the side table next to the bed.

Romance talk wasn't Lena but it sure was Monicas. She would have a field day if I told her about this and most importantly, what I was thinking.

"Princess, your dad made breakfast if you're hungry"

"Ok, I'll be out in a second" I take one last deep breath and I open the door. To my surprise Bucky was shirtless. He looked like he was sculpted. He had belly and abs and oh my gosh did he look good. The sweats he had on weren't helping my thoughts. I could see the imprint of his thing.