Breaking the rules

Chapter 14

Morana was knocked out, sleeping like a lazy-ass. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t cute. She was always adorable when she slept; she was at peace when she slept. When her hands were across her chest and when her body moved, I adored it. I sat down next to her, lifting the blankets off of her, then wrapping my right arm around her waist. I kissed her, and it made her stir in my arms. I left over wet spots on her neck and her chest, waiting for her to wake up. “Hi….” I said, a little too. It was an early morning with a seductive voice. It was too hoarse.

“Fuck off,” she muttered. She tried to turn, but failed. She was stuck in my arm.

“Wake up, you’re 25!” I cheered, kissing her collarbone. “I love you.” I wrapped her in my arms and just smiled. Morana makes my life as simple as a smile.

“No, shut the fuck up,” she pulled away from me. I knew she didn’t like her birthday, but a quarter through life is a whole different from the previous 24 years.

“I turned on Loki for you,” I argued. “Pretty boy Loki….” he wasn’t her only favorite. She grew attached to Daredevil, and she’s been crawling back to his show every night on the couch.

“No, not worth it. I’m not in the mood for him,” she whispered, looking for an excuse to sleep. She pushed me back onto her pillows and leaned in for a kiss. I held her hips as our tongues danced with the other. I felt her pull away and felt empty without her close. “Wait, what time is it?” she asked.

“7:09,” I laughed. She never gets up this late. I only wanted her up and happy. She’s stubborn, but I love her though.

“Oh my god, I need to work out!” she leaped out of bed, and ran. “Fuck, I’m late for work!” She was not quick mentally. She doesn’t know that today was her birthday. It made a hole in my heart gaping. She gets excited when she doesn’t get to be the center of attention.

“You’re working?!” I questioned. I doubt it. Paper work doesn’t count.

“Yes, we’re late Bucky! I have a job to do!” She ran into the closet after leaving the room. She doesn’t enjoy running, but that seems to be what she’s doing today.

“A kill?” I questioned, did she not mark the calender?

“I don’t know, I need to look at the fuck- FUCK,” she yelled. “It’s the 19th of September. Why did you let me sleep in?”

“You are not killing on your birthday,” I sighed. “You are not,”

“It’s not my- oh wait, it is,” she whispered. “I don’t want to do anything.” She smiled, sitting back on the bed.

“Let’s relax…” I lied. I knew exactly what Quinn was planning, plus I had my own ideas. My own fantasies I would create with her. “Today is for only relaxing, doll.”

“I’m taking a shower,” she grabbed some shorts and her Bucky shirt and some undergarments. “And no Barnes, you are not joining either.”

“Wow, I’m deprived,” I groaned.

I missed seeing her perfect body every night. I missed waking up to her body, and it was out on display.

“What happened two weeks ago, when we did take a shower together?” she questioned.

“Oh-” I realized. “Shit,”

“Yeah, I couldn’t walk in the end,” she shut the door, and I heard Andrew Garfield. “They’re singing happy birthday. You just want to lie down and cry, not just another birthday…”

“Damn,” I laughed. Time to make breakfast, and call Quinn to double-check on plans.

“BEFORE I JUMP INTO YOUR THIGHS!” She sang loudly.