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Daria and Bucky had been lying in the high grass of the meadow for a while that evening, watching the stars together, before they had returned to Bucky's old hut.
Bucky had planned from the beginning to spend the night here, so he packed not only European sweets in his backpack, but also clothes.
Therefore, in the time when Daria was showering, he had not found anything in her suitcase when he had been looking for suitable sleeping clothes, so he had simply packed a T-shirt of himself for her.
The whole day had brought many new impressions with itself which their heads had to process first of all, so it was no miracle that both immediately after they had made themselves comfortable on the sporadic bed, they both had fallen asleep closely embraced.
As always, it was Bucky who opened his eyes first thing the next morning and watched Daria for a few moments - he just couldn't get enough of her.
Even if he was standing in a room where he could look at the most famous paintings, he was sure that he would only have eyes for Daria.
He loved her sassy and quick-witted manner.
He loved her natural curiosity and that she questioned everything.
He loved that she didn't take herself too seriously and that she wasn't afraid to make fun of him.
She was just the kind of woman Bucky had always imagined in his dreams, but had always been sure he would never find in his life.
And now she was lying there, on his naked torso.
Her hair was standing in all directions and was spread over him and with every little movement of him it tickled him.
Her face was somewhat scrunched up and her lips formed into a pout.
Her arms and legs were wrapped around him so that he wouldn't even have the chance to get up without waking her.
And he loved all that.
In the last days he had tried so often to talk himself out of it. That it was only sexual attraction. That it was only the similarities of her life that attracted him to her. But he also had to admit to himself relatively quickly that he simply loved her.
He loved her with all his heart, with all that went with it, and for the first time in his life he could imagine his future.
With the fingers of his left hand he stroked her forearm up and down, hoping to wake her as gently as possible.
But no matter how gently he tried, he soon realized that Daria felt so safe in his presence that she had a sleep that would not be disturbed by such small caresses.
