The Winter Cowboy || Bucky x Reader

Chapter 10

You studied Bucky in the morning light that was shining through the window, liking how the illuminated dust particles glittered as they floated between you and Bucky. His face seemed utterly serene. You smiled softly, your head resting on his shoulder, his arm lazily wrapped around your naked body. The stubble on his jawline made you want to touch it, and after a short moment you found yourself giving in and enjoyed the rough feeling under your fingertips.

Bucky stirred as he felt your fingers on his skin, a soft smile playing on his lips as his arm pulled you in so he could wrap both arms around you and pull your body closer to his. You giggled a little as you felt the cold plating of his metal hand on the skin of your back. Bucky kissed your forehead before burying his nose in your hair, breathing in the scent of your honey shampoo.

"You smell delicious doll," he mumbled into your hair, his voice raspy with sleep. The sounds of his hoarse scratching voice made you roll your thighs together to deal with the tingling feeling has was sending down your body. You felt your lips curl up fondly and traced your fingers from his beard slowly down over his chin and onto his chest, finally resting on the metal that was surrounding your body tightly. Bucky moved his head down to the crook of your neck, pressing lazy kisses in all the places he had discovered the night before.

"Let's never leave this cabin," he croaked against your skin before continuing his trail of kisses. You breathed in deeply as you felt the stubble of his jaw scratch the surface of your skin.

"We can't let my parents clean yesterday's mess alone," you chuckled softly as you slowly traced the lines between the metal plates on his lower arm, like you were determining which route you would travel.

"Oh god- Your parents are going to murder me," Bucky muttered as his lips found that soft spot right beneath your ear, making you hum softly.

"We both know that's not true," you retorted, knowing your mother would sell her soul to have the ideal-son-in-law Bucky join the family.

"Fine- your father is going to murder me," Bucky retorted with a smirk. You laughed out loud as you imagined your father chasing the Winter Soldier downthe driveway with his trusty old spade or your grandfather's rifle. You wondered how many fathers had scolded Bucky for returning their daughters home past their curfew.

"How long has it been? You know- Uh- Was it the same as you remembered?" you asked softly, immediately feeling his lips detach from your skin, his head pulled back so he could look at you. You could tell this wasn't a topic he particularly liked to talk about.

"Doll," he uttered as he stared at you, wondering what would prompt you to ask such a question. You felt an embarrassed flush creeping onto your cheeks as he watched you. His look softened immediately as he understood you asked the question out of insecurity, not contempt.

"This was the first time since they- you know-" he started as he briefly glanced at his metal arm which was still wrapped tightly around you, your fingers still tracing the patterns of the plating. "And no. This was nothing like I remembered," he uttered, a smile playing on his lips as he traced his thumb across the shape of your lips slowly.

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In the early morning light you found yourself sneaking back into the house. Everyone else appeared to still be asleep. You felt yourself smiling like an idiot as you carefully hung the dress on your door and took a long shower. And as you washed yourself, you couldn't stop thinking how Bucky had touched all those places on your skin and loved all of them.

You seriously questioned whether you would be able to keep all of this a secret, at least for now. You wanted to revel in this connection between you and Bucky Barnes, living each glorious moment of it. Preferably without your family finding out, at least for the time being. So, for the entire day- you spent your time cleaning out the barn, stacking away chairs and collecting all the decorations. All the while, you wondered if your stolen glances at Bucky were a dead giveaway. Or whether Harper would be able to still smell him on you somehow. Or perhaps they would simply notice the lopsided smile that had been plastered on your face for the entire day.