Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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Last night, I slept with cold sheets resting on my skin but now, I wake up this morning with warm soft and hard arms around me as a clean, masculine, comforting scent flows around my head and I blink my eyes to see tanned skin along with black and gold metal around my waist that wasn't there the night before. It takes all of two seconds to realize it's Bucky who has his arms around me and sleeping soundlessly with his left hand keeping my head on his chest and under his chin he rests on my tangled hair for me to quickly wake up and push out of his hold, not seeing that we were on the edge of my side when I fall to the ground with a deep thud that jerks the sleeping soldier awake.

"Ugh!" I groan when my flat ass hits the cold hardwood floor

"Shit, sweetheart!" Bucky blinks his wide eyes open and throws the blanket off of him that he almost flings over the other side and off that edge. "Jesus, are you okay, Y/n?" He tosses his feet over the edge and slips off the bed to couch next to me and grabs under my arms to help me up

"Oh, yeah." I wave my hand and sigh when I make it to my feet. "Just a dream." I lie, not knowing if he knew we were cuddling or not

"Was it a bad dream?" He asks and leans over my shoulder to check my body for bruises or marks after he quickly checked my back and my healing ribs when his fingers barely pressed into my sides to feel for the bone indents

"No." I lie again. "It was one of those dreams where it feels like you're falling and I guess I jerked too hard." I laugh at myself and he smiles

"Clumsy girl." He chuckles in a deep raspy voice that makes my blink for a moment to push the self inflicting blush back down. "If you're okay, we should get dressed." He suggests and walks to our suitcases in just sweatpants

"Where did your shirt go?" I blurt a very stupid and obvious question

"On the floor over there." He points to the floor on his side of the bed while opening his luggage on the mattress to shuffle for clothes. "I got too hot last night and thought you'd appreciate waking up to me without a shirt than pants." He huffs a small laugh though his nose

Both is acceptable.

Either or, or both.

"Yeah, thanks for that." I press my lips in a quick one second smile. "So, what's the dress code for today?" I ask

"Fancy but casual." He holds up a set of folded dress pants and dress shirt. "Just make sure you wear a bathing suit underneath if you plan on going swimming." He winks before heading to the bathroom

"You know the boys will beg." I sigh with a small nod

"They will." He agrees and smiles when looking me up and down for a long second before speaking. "Tell me when you're done changing so you can brush your hair and teeth." He says

"I actually, uh-" I clear my throat and he raises an eyebrow when I stop him. "I need to take a shower." I mumble out awkwardly since I am still getting used to requesting things without getting a smack across the face for my 'stupid question'

"Oh." He smiles and walks away from the doorframe which isn't surprising but makes that surfacing adrenaline of habit boil back down into a simmer where I can't feel it. "Go ahead. I'll get dressed out here and see you downstairs, sweetheart." He offers up the bathroom and I start my walk with nothing in my hands

I'll rely on my magic today.

"Thanks." I give a half smile as I pass him. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

"A few minutes but, I think you're gonna need more than that." He smirks that smile that gets my blood to lift in my cheeks with his next words. "Your hair is back down to your ass." He mentions and I unconsciously lift a hand to my long hair