Yes, Mr. Barnes. // Bucky Barnes X Reader

TWELVE

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon flooding your apartment. You groaned slightly as you turned onto your back, looking up at the ceiling as you remembered last night.

You smiled softly to yourself as you could hear Bucky shuffling slightly in the kitchen, humming softly to himself. You got out of bed and stumbled into your bathroom, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair.

You quietly stepped out of your bedroom and to the kitchen. Bucky stood there in the same sweatpants he had on to sleep in, but he shed himself of his shirt. He was standing over the stove, flipping whatever was in the pan in front of him. You sighed softly behind him as you watched the muscles in his arms and back move and flex as he did. You bit your bottom lip as you stared at him. You wanted to rake your fingernails down his back, just to see the way his muscles reacted to you.

You were still in your trance when he turned slightly, seeing you out of the corner of his eye. He smiled softly when he noticed you. "Good morning, sleepy head." He chuckled, seeing your lip between your teeth.

"Hi." You said, just above a whisper as you looked away from him as he turned completely to you.

He shuffled through the cabinets, grabbing a mug and filling it with hot coffee. "You take anything in it?" He asked, looking over at you. His dog tags clinked together as he moved.

You shook your head, taking the mug from him. You took a seat at the raised bar top that sat on the outside of the kitchen. He turned back to the stove, finishing off the bacon before he grabbed two plates. "You didn't have to make breakfast, Buck."

"I know, but you've had a rough couple of days, and I wanted to make sure my girl at least ate something." He smirked slightly over at you, plating up the food and handing you one. He stood on the opposite side of the counter, digging into his own plate.

His girl. It sounded so fucking good. You looked down at your lap as you tried to hide the blush on your cheeks. You took a deep breath, crossing your legs and taking a bite of your eggs. You took the advantage of his distracted state to get a good look at him. His hair was still a little messy from sleep, and his tanned skin looked like it was sculpted by Gods. You could notice small scars along his torso and arms, and one that scaled all the way down his left arm. It looked rather deep, whatever the wound previously was.

He cleared his throat and laughed slightly as he noticed your staring. You were holding up your fork with a glob of egg on it as you slowly brought it to your pink lips. His laugh took you out of your trance, as did your egg falling back onto your plate.

"So," You started, remembering something he'd said the night before, "about that date..." You paused, looking up at him.

"Right." He said, grinning softly. "Tonight?"

"Buck." You gave him a soft glare.

"Fuck, right sorry. Uhh..." He paused, turning to wash his plate. He looked over at you, his jaw ticked slightly to the right.

"Next week sometime after work?" You asked, finishing your plate and standing up.

"Sure. Whenever you're free, sweetheart." He said, taking your plate from you and placing it in the sink.

You looked down again to hide your blush at the pet name. Something about him just made your knees go weak and your heart melt. You felt a hand press against your cheek as you looked back up. He'd stepped closer to you, his bright blue eyes boring into yours.

"What?" You whispered, feeling the pad of his thumb run across your cheek.

He shook his head, glancing down at your lips. "Just like looking at you." He said.