pov- imagines

EVENINGS- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: bruises, injuries, cuts, post-mission fluff, short little thing
about: (PF32) person a won't let person b out of bed by cuddling them+(PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc.

the sky peeking in through your window is beginning to ink with black, dark blue spilling over the cornflower color that acts as the only source of light in the room. it creates shadows of comfort that splay over your bed, gentle yellow light draping over bucky and you, warm as it hits your skin. the moment is already one you want to live in, yet the cold arm circled refreshingly around your waist somehow makes it sweeter.

you're pressed to his chest, fingers laced with the ones that aren't pressed into your skin. crinkles form next to your eyes when you observe the calmness of bucky's face, the tense lines that usually reside between his brows lightening, his breath steady. you imagine his muscles, like yours, are relaxing after the mission you both just come back from. he smells like your shampoo, a reminder of how tired the both of you were to not even bother in going to bucky's room and heading directly to yours.

unable to help it, you gently untangle your hands, an index finger reaching up to trace down the slope of his nose until you reach the sharp dip of his cupid's bow. your thumb pulls lightly at his bottom lip, the feel of it underneath the pad of your finger starting the silent debate on whether you should wake him up the way he usually does to you.

would he like that?

you don't realize how close you are to him, the tenderness of your touch in contrast to the edged lines of his features. bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, you spot a fading bruise on his shoulder, the purples and greens heavy on his skin.

with a care you weren't aware you could summon, you press the petals of your lips to the bruise, pecking every inch it covers as if the touch could make it disappear. noticing a small scar on the bottom of his jaw, you tilt your chin up to reach it, then scoot up so you can press a kiss onto a new scar recently formed and already healing right below his eye. then it's his nose, where a cut lies. your attention flickers to his lips again, eyes dragging over the shape, the color pulling at you.

"if you don't do it, i will." bucky doesn't open his eyes, voice rough from sleep yet still quiet.

you grin and finally press your lips to his, his arms tightening around you when you pull away to look at him. his eyes are open now, and you take a moment to appreciate them in the light. "whatcha lookin' at, doll?" he asks lowly, as if the peace in the room was delicate glass, shattering if he spoke too loud.

"just you," you hum, running your fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "you're really pretty, you know that?" you wonder, appreciating the warm red that tints his cheeks.

bucky's phone goes off, and you shut it up with a short twirl of your fingers, unwilling for your solace of an evening to end. bucky groans, arms loosening around you. "i told steve i'd go see him after i took a nap."

"no," you whine, pulling him closer and tucking your head under his chin. "don't go yet."

bucky squeezes you back, "i don't want to, but steve-"

"steve can wait an hour, sam'll be with him," you promise, kissing his neck, brushing your lips against healing injuries to help your efforts. "please, bucky?" you beg between kisses.

and who is he to say no to you?