𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏 || 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

Home || B.Barnes *smut*

*Brooklyn 1941*

You head inside your apartment, only to be greeted by a pitch black home. Bucky isn't home yet, so you switch on the main hall light and light a few candles around, illuminating up the darkness with a warm glow.

You begin slipping out of your coat, relieving your aching feet from your heels, and sweeping your curls up into a clip, you then head into the bathroom.

Drawing yourself a bath you shed off the remaining clothes you have on and get in. The steaming water soothing your tense muscles, giving your worn out muscles a massage. Bubbles circle around your body, filling the air with the scent of rose petals as you lean your head back against the tub.

Droplets of water drip down your neck and to your chest before disappearing back into the bubbly water. It feels like hot wax against your skin.

You close your eyes and sigh blissfully, reaching over to the side counter to grab your early edition copy of the hobbit to read. But, then you hear the distant 'click' of a key entering through the brass doorknob on the front of the door.

A few moments later a tall, built brunette with lively blue eyes comes walking down the hallway, and straight into the bathroom without so much of a gentlemanly knock.

Already you're rolling your eyes, but the sight of him shuts you up.

Damn, my fiancé is an attractive Sergeant, you think to yourself, peering over at him, the black visor of his cap creating a shadow across his mischievous gaze.

His suit jacket shows the broadness of his shoulders as he stands straight, his white shirt visibly stretching out from his muscular chest.

He doesn't often come home in his work uniform, but todays an exception, and you don't miss the opportunity to admire it.

"Hello handsome" you smirk after cleansing your thoughts.

"Hello gorgeous" he greets, leaning down to capture your lips with his own for a moment before pulling away.

He slides a small stool over to the side of you and sits down, massaging your shoulders gently. Your heart races at his simplest of touch.

"How's your day been?" he asks, soothingly as you tilt your head back, your body relaxing.

"Stressful... very stressful" you sigh in pleasure as Bucky continues to focus his attention on his hands relieving the pressuring in your shoulders.

After a while of comfortable silence you stand up, regrettably taking your leave from the tub, whose of which waters have now grown cold.

A shiver runs down your entire exposed figure, and you wrap your silk robe around your damp body.

"Damn" Bucky remarks, licking his lips, "you looked better without the robe doll" he smirks.

You squeal as he sweeps you up in his arms, "James Buchanan!" you giggle as he heads over to the bedroom and carefully drops you onto the bed.

He climbs on top of you playfully, leaving kisses from your collar bone and up your neck, "Buck I'm soaking" you giggle as he leans to the side.

"Hmm, good to know" he smirks, flicking his eyebrows up and down as his eyes take in your facial features, compelling you to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

He leans on his left arm while his right hand runs lightly down your body, resting on your lower stomach.

"I want to do a Bucky junior, right here, right now" he speaks softly, sliding your body out of the robe.

You go to protest when he cuts you off with a soft, delicate kiss.

He pulls away slightly, leaving his lips on yours. You run your hands around the back of his neck, breathing heavily as you pull him back down to you.