"Tell me something I don't know." He whispers.
"I'm in love with you."
His lips tipped upwards, his eyes casting down upon mine. "Already know that." He whispers, his hand reaching up towards me as he softly brushed his thumb upon my cheek.
"Oh y...
I think I'm dreaming. The girl I have learnt to fall in love with is kissing me back. But how could a heart like hers ever love a heart like mine? I never knew I could feel this type of euphoric feeling, and I never ever even realised how much when I was in that state again that I could've lost her. If I lost my sense of control on her for a split second, I would lose her because of me.
But the true was before I met her I was lost, always was even before I joined the army. I never got someone to be in my arms if I did come home. I would just be some lost solider who forget he ever had a home. Until I found her.
When her brown eyes met mine after she pulled away for a breath of air, I was captivated. I was captivated by her eye, the eyes I fell in love with. Their so innocent and serenity, there's no cliche gold or yellow streaks but it's a raven type colour that it is very hard to see the Iris is located. The depth of her dark brown mesmerising eyes is so enchanting.
Her brown and darken eclipsed eyes draw you in, wrap you up, and leave you wanting more. Her self and her eyes alone would be enough to fall in love with them. I love everything about her to her eyes to her dimples to her scars. I love every inch of this woman's life and I want to be apart of it if she only let me.
All my life I knew I was a hopeless romantic, during the war at night I brought two novels with me. Pride & prejudice, and Wuthering Heights. The books felt so surreal to me that if I will ever meet a girl that Mr Darcy had did even with his narcissistic and prejudice ways that he fell in love with a girl so strong and independent on herself that she felt like she didn't need anybody else.
That's how I met my Elizabeth Bennet.
I knew from the second when my eyes landed on hers in that alleyway two years ago, the night she shot at me with the very bullet hung proudly around my neck was the cliche love story first sight. I believed back then that she was my fairytale ending with a hope of love along the way. I didn't care if it was platonic or the real ideal but either way I wanted this woman in my life.
She's my everything, she's my idea of an Angel sent from the heavens to protect me.
From this day forward if she would allow me to show her through not only words but my actions that I can make my love for her, in which I don't think I or her are ready to admit to each other but right here is enough. It was enough.
It is the fact that I will make the love look like an art form with all the romantic things couples do for the person they find special for them. She is special. She's special to me even if she doesn't believe that she is.
She's everything that I ever wanted, but I was afraid of that side of me showing again. I know she saw me like that before but never first hand up close, I was afraid she would no longer possibly love me if she seen who I truly was. But she wasn't scared neither afraid, she trusted in me.
Her very words, 'I trust you, Bucky.'
My heart had stopped for a split second, I remember memories flashing in my head at her voice. It was those first three words that triggered me when she spoke before those words broke past that barrier of remembrance and I went exile. My body didn't hesitate before running away from her, I had the self control I had to not hurt her or maybe it was my body telling me that she is good.
That it knew her presence.
But now as I looked at her, I want her even more. I want to whisper to her over and over, on repeat that I am falling in love with. I want to say those words, but I'm scared although hopeful that she feels the same way I am about her.
So I kissed her again.
Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because I couldn't have done anything else. I wanted to taste what was mine. I needed the breath that she was holding. It belonged to me, and I wanted it back once again.
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Here's a brief chapter on what Bucky was feeling during the kiss, I hope I got the character development right between the two. That is the main reason why I kept the kiss this long, I wanted both of them to heal first and be there for each other. They can still love each other but they knew they weren't ready, I hope you all understand why it took so long.
But now I've decided that you need someone to be there for you whether it's as a friend or a lover, Bucky and Seventeen can still do that as lovers. They deserve to be happy and not hiding their feelings for one another while also going through their own spiral of emotions. They can do that together. As they are both each other's lifelines.
Thank you for reading this weekend's chapters!! I'm off this week so hopefully some more Zucky!!
Good morning from me or goodnight Tin Man's angels! <3
Oh and HAPPY EASTER!! Tony the Easter bunny says to drink alcohol, not chocolate. Stay slaying my friends.
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