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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CW: this is the horniest chapter I've written between these two idiots so far. Bucky has a big breeding kink, discussions of kinks, slow and sweet sex with a lot of dirty talk and pet names.
Yes, I am leaving you on a cliffhanger. Y'all can deal with it.
"I don't want you to leave," Nora whispers as they lie in bed while the sun comes up.
They barely slept the whole night. Nora spent the whole night holding him while they watched TV, both of them quietly falling in and out of sleep as they watched movie after movie.
Nora makes him rethink this superhero thing entirely. For 80 years, all he's wanted is peace, and with her, he has it.
He wants to marry her, he already knows that. He knew he wanted to marry her from the second she danced with him at the fundraiser. That all seems like so long ago now. They barely knew each other and yet he felt like he had known her his entire life the second they started dancing.
It's been a long time since Bucky just clicked with someone. Usually, there's a period of resistance and avoidance. He doesn't let people into his life without a damn good reason, but with Nora, he couldn't help but open he door.
She makes him want to do the things he's always wanted to do, but been too afraid of: living with someone else, getting married, having kids. God, he would love to have kids with Nora. They'd make fucking gorgeous and ferociously intelligent babies.
Bucky dips his head and kisses her forehead and she looks up at him with massive dark circles underneath her eyes. But she looks so fucking beautiful, her warm brown eyes sparkling in the golden sunlight that she's bathed in right now. Her warm, naked skin next to his feels so incredible, and he doesn't want to leave either.
"Just for the night, malyshka. I'll be back before morning."
He pauses and smiles, a smile he hates to have to force because every time he has to go on one of these missions, no matter how small it is, there's always a possibility that things could escalate and he might not come back.
He never came back home after the war, even though he promised that girl that he would. He wrote her letters. His last one was so hopeful. He wanted to marry her, he promised that he would marry her.
Bucky never did. She died thinking that he had been killed in action.
He watches Nora's beautiful eyes well up and Bucky feels a lump forming in his throat. He doesn't want her to feel like this every time he walks out the door. Their relationship has only just begun and already, he's terrified about what it's going to become. How many fights are they going to have about missions and missed calls and missed dates?
"I know," she breathes as a tear falls and Bucky catches it with the tip of his thumb. "I just get scared, you know because of Ben."
