Never Be the Same | 18+ {Bucky Barnes}

Chapter 9 | Hold On Loosely

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-Sif

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Savannah fiddled nervously as she walked past the front door, looking out the window for what was probably the millionth time in the past ten minutes, no big black truck down either side of the street. Jiji sat perched on the back of the couch watching her, hopping down with a murp. The cat stretched out before walking towards and bumping his head against her leg.

"Sorry, Jiji.", Savannah mumbled as she scooped up the cat, who immediately began to purr as he butted his head into her chin. She smiled at the black cat, scratching under his chin. "Thanks, Jiji, you always know when I need some love.", she kissed the side of the cat's head.

A loud knock on the door startled Savannah; she quickly sat the cat down, who let out a displeased meow. Jiji moved to the back of the couch, narrowing his eyes as he watched as she hurried to the door and pulled it open.

"Hi.", she said breathily as soon as she saw Bucky on the other side.

His dark hair was rumpled, blue eyes smiling, a smirk on his face, his beard neatly trimmed, his black t-shirt stretched across and around his chest and arms, tags glinting in the last afternoon sun, light-washed jeans clinging to his powerful thighs. He had one hand stuffed in his pocket and a small reusable bag in the other because, as if he wasn't sexy enough, Bucky Barnes also recycles.

He smiled, holding up a dark green reusable bag with a container of peanut butter and a jar of fat dill pickles inside. "Hey, Angel. I come bearing the requested items.", he says, stepping into the house.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!", Savannah thanked excitedly as she snatched up the container and jar from him.

Bucky laughed as he closed the door behind himself, following her into the living room. She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs as she sat the bag down, pulling the peanut butter and pickles from it. He smiled, taking a seat on the other side and turning to the side a bit, Bucky watched the black cat behind her crawl across the couch toward him. The cat stopped between the two and tucked its paws in, pale green eyes narrowing at him.

Savannah reached over, petting the cat who still stared at Bucky. "This is Jiji, he's a total sweetheart.", she told him as she ran her hand down the cat's back before standing up and saying something about a spoon.

Bucky turned, watching her walk away, soft cotton pajama shorts almost too short, soft grey old high school tee hanging loosely. Savannah wasn't showing much yet, she just had her twelve-week appointment this afternoon after all, and she wasn't a tiny thing, either. She had curves and was a full-figured woman, and he loved it, soft stomach and curves, plump ass and full breast. He licked his lip, watching her ass jiggle, his hands itching to touch her.

Jiji growled. Bucky looked down at the cat, reaching his hand out to pet it, assuming it that's what it wanted. The little black furball hissed and swatted a paw at him.