My Little Dove

Chapter 18

Doves POV:

"You burnt the eggs" I laugh

"What? How?"

"You put the heat on 8"

"I wanted it to cook faster"

"That's not how it works, Bucky"

"Damn"

"Did you take out the biscuits?"

"Fuck"

"Bucky, go sit down" I giggle

"I swear I tried."

I kiss his cheek and he sits at the table. I throw away the burnt food and start on a fresh batch.

"Remind me to not let you touch anything in here again"

"You should teach me how to cook. I can be your little slave"

"Slave huh? Careful on your words, Barnes"

"What do you mea- you know what?" He laughs

"I'm comfortable with you, Bucky" I smile, rubbing his head

He throws back his head to look at me. He calmed to my touch.

"Wh-IF we ever have sex. What will happen next?"

"What do you mean? Like our status?"

"Our status. I'm not letting you use me"

"I'm not gonna use you. You can use me if you want to, but I'm not gonna use you. I'll make you feel good. I'll make you feel like you've never felt. But, using you for my own pleasure is something I would never do to you"

I kiss him and he doesn't stop me. He turns his chair around and pulls me into his lap. "You're gonna burn the eggs" He mumbled in my mouth

I kiss his head and get back to the stove.

"You're not such a shy girl anymore"

"You bring out the worst in me"

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I put on the clothes Bucky got me, paired with some black tights.

"I've never seen an ass as fat and cute as yours"

I turn around and Bucky had on a different variant of the same shirt I was wearing.

"The editors on those apps are gonna have a field day with those tights you have on"

"What?"

He pulls out his phone and goes to an app.

He shows edited versions of our interview. Even a transition edit to one of his ex's to me.

"Angel, these people. My fans love you"

Bucky picks up a can of whipped cream and sprays some in his mouth.

I give him a questioning look. "It's because I can, Angel. My parents were stuck-up assholes. I'm grown and I can do whatever the hell I want because of that"

I smile and pick up my bag. "Open your mouth"

I follow his demand and he sprays my mouth full.

"I got another can, but you can't eat that one"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm meant to lick it off of you"

"Bucky"

"Angel"

"Let's go"

"Can I slap your ass? For good luck?"