The Twin Flame: Grumpy x Sunshine

Wildest Dreams

"He's so tall and handsome as hell. He's so bad, but he does it so well. And when we've had our very last kiss my last request is, say you'll remember me..."

Bucky's eyes flutter open as the soft morning rays filter in through the window.

He internally gasps.

He's surprised at himself. He can't remember the last time he fell asleep so deeply that the sun was the one waking him up.

He can't remember ever sleeping wrapped up in someone's arms. He can't remember the last time he ever liked another person the way he liked you. Probably even more than like, though he's not ready to admit that to himself just yet.

But what he does remember is Sam's warning to him when you were talking to Sarah. Something along the lines of chopping him up and feeding him to the fish if he didn't stop flirting with you.

And now, he's almost entirely certain that Sam's going to kill him.

The real kicker was that Bucky didn't even care.

At least he would die a happy man, having known at least one night of peace. His arms still wrapped around you, he tenses them ever so slightly to make sure this was real and not some fever dream high.

He listens to the percussion of your beating heart, the steady thump all he can find himself focusing on. He tries to commit it to memory, something to fill his mind on those lonely sleepless nights. Instead of counting sheep or the number of times his fan oscillates in the night, he'll think of the number of heartbeats he got to you hold to.

That was the mistake he made the last time, he left in anger, he left in hurt. He didn't memorize the cadence of your speech, the way your eyebrows furrow together, the slope of your nose. He didn't commit it to memory.

All alone, he found one of his biggest regrets was not the way your memory flickered every time it called out to him, but how fuzzy it was. So often he found himself getting lost in the haze. Almost like a dream.

And he found that one of greatest fears was that he'd forget that dream, he'd forget the warmth of your hands, the rhythm of your laugh, the way your eyes glistened.

This time, he commits it all. He counts the beats of your heart, each one another second that he finally had you. He memorizes the feeling of your hand clutching his shirt, pulling him closer to you.

Your head remains tucked into his chest, your even breathing dancing across the collar of Bucky's shirt. He shivers slightly.

He's not sure if it's the shudder or the sunlight filtering in through the window, but your eyelids flutter ever so slightly as a quiet groan leaves your lips.

Bucky holds his breath for a second, hoping that this isn't ending yet. That's all he wants. Just another second like this.

But, alas, the universe is not that kind.

You stir, and just like that, Bucky knows that his time with you is coming to an end. He had to go. You had to stay.

"Mmm," you hum, your eyes still closed as you curl further into Bucky.

His heart flutters at the action, at the mere thought of you not wanting to part either.

"Hi," he murmurs, his voice even more gruff from the first good night's sleep he's had in decades.

He looks down at you, still locked in his embrace, to find you staring up at him with your wide eyed gaze. It hits him that it might not be a fluke that you're holding onto him. Even wide awake, you don't want to let him go, "Hi."