The Winter Cowboy || Bucky x Reader

Chapter 12

When you woke up the next day, you found the bed beside you empty. When you touched the sheets you felt they were still warm from Bucky's body, so you knew he hadn't been gone long. Had he been awake when you had whispered that you loved him last night? You wondered whether you had scared him away. Then you heard Bucky cuss softly downstairs, followed by the sound of clinging pots and frantic stirring. When you sat up and looked down from the bed through the railings, your eyes found Bucky hunched over the fireplace, in the process of trying to make breakfast whilst wearing nothing but his boxers. A smile spread across your lips and you couldn't help but laugh as he scratched his head like any man would do who had fucked something up. The sound of your laugh made him turn around and look up at you, a smile spread widely across his sleepy and slightly troubled face.

"Morning gorgeous," he smiled while he clumsily tried to hold two plates in his metal hand like a waiter would. You rolled your lips together to keep yourself from laughing too loudly. When, a couple of minutes later, Bucky made it up the stairs with two plates of slightly charred toast, bacon and syrup, you couldn't help eyeing Bucky's naked physique in the morning light.

"Hey- eyes up here," Bucky smirked as he shook the two plates of food in front of your face. You blushed as you pulled up the covers slightly to hug the shape of your naked body more and accepted one of the plates from his hands.

"I can't believe you brought syrup all the way up here," you smiled.

"Well- it's your favourite right?" he replied simply while he took a bite of the burnt toast on his plate. He pulled an odd face at the taste of it. "Sorry- I tried to make it in one of the pans over the fire," he chuckled as he made a serious effort to swallow his first bite.

"No matter, syrup will make anything taste like heaven," you said like you had just revealed the greatest-kept secret of the universe to him, and then started to suck the syrup from your fingers.

"Does it now?" he asked in a hushed voice, a challenging smile on his lips before he leaned in and kissed your lips slowly, his tongue tasting some of the syrup that still lingered on your lips. You smiled as he kissed you like that and wrapped your arms around his neck, your syrup-covered fingers kept far away from his hair. Avoiding the plates of food on the bed during your impromptu make-out session proved quite a challenge, so you pulled your lips off his to check whether anything had been covered in syrup.

"You should really eat your breakfast," you laughed as you moved your plate to a more secure place on the sheets.

"I'd rather eat you," Bucky replied in a casual deep tone.

And eat you he did.

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The rest of the day was spent laughing and clumsily kissing while you were finishing the work in and around the cabin. You had ultimately decided to take care of dinner to prevent another burnt meal, though both had resulted in you and Bucky making love between the sheets. You liked the way his body fit yours as the two of you laid there, like some disproportionate yin and yang symbol thanks to Bucky's towering figure. You could still smell the faint scent of his honey shampoo, but mostly the smell of pine needles and smoke from the fireplace had taken over. You felt that his essence, if captured, would make a fine whiskey you could drink uncharacteristically slow. Tomorrow morning you and Bucky would have to leave for the ranch again.

"Maybe we should stay here Bucky, grow old," you said softly as you enjoyed the figures his fingertips were painting on the skin of your waist. You could hear him breathe out slightly, knowing by the sound that he was smiling. His lips found your neck and pressed soft lingering kisses there.

"I wish we could doll."

"Couldn't we?"

A short silence followed your question.