Bucky gets dragged to a speed dating event by Sam and Kate. He's exasperated and unimpressed by everyone he connects with, until he comes face to face with Nora, the owner of a book store. She's sweet, kind, and funny, but she's not interested in a...
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Another makeout session, things get more complicated between Bucky and Nora, a little piece of this chapter is from her perspective, AAAAND we're finally jetting off to Paris!
There's also a Black Books joke in here because that show is hilarious. You can watch it all on YouTube.
"Bucky?"
He takes a deep breath and his eyes open. He's on his back, with Rusty asleep on his chest as he purrs like a motorboat. Bucky turns his head and looks to his left to see Nora leaning over the side of the bed, her hair a complete mess. She has makeup smeared beneath her eyes and halfway down her cheekbone. She's still in the dress she wore and there's still fake blood on her mouth.
Bucky sits up and blinks.
"Morning."
The blanket falls down his chest. He took off his jacket and shirt, leaving him with nothing but his dog tags and jeans on. Quickly, he grabs his t-shirt and pulls his over his head while Nora peers at him through thick lashes.
"What are you doing down there?" Nora laughs.
He smiles and cradles Rusty in his arms like a baby. The cat paws at him and Bucky gently grasps his tiny arms with his metal hand, massaging them gently.
"I didn't want to disturb you, so I took the floor."
"You could have slept in the bed."
"You were starfished by the time I came back," he laughs. "Hard to move a drunk girl."
It's a complete lie. He didn't want things to escalate if she woke up and both of them were still drunk. He feels like he took advantage of her last night. Nora looks hung over as she rubs her eyes and then looks at the mascara and eyeliner that transfers onto her hand.
"Oh God I forgot to wash my face!" She groans and smashes her face into the blanket.
"I should get going," Bucky murmurs.
Nora lifts her head.
"Are you mad at me?"
"For what?" Bucky laughs.
"For last night. I'm sorry I tried to kiss you."
Oh, she doesn't know.
Bucky doesn't want to tell her everything else that they did. There's a small hickey on her neck, so she's going to find out anyway.
"You don't have to leave because of that," she whispers. "I was going to make breakfast, if you're hungry."
His stomach growls, giving him away and Nora giggles. Bucky blushes and shakes his head.
"I—"
"Please, Bucky? Let me say thank you, at least. I make these great breakfast sandwiches, I bought some fresh peaches... I'd hate to have to eat all of them myself."
