Winter FLame

Part 11

Walking you back to your room, Bucky couldn't help but let his eyes wander over your features. He was captivated by you. Your strength and resiliency astounded him. As you approached your bedroom door, Bucky grabs your hand and pulls you to him. His right hand moving up to cup your cheek, his thumb softly stroking over your bottom lip. He smiles down at you and asks, "Can I give you a kiss goodnight?"

Your cheeks flare red as you give him an enthusiastic nod of approval. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers gently digging into your scalp. He leans in and places a feather light kiss to your lips. Your breath hitches and he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth, gently caressing it over your tongue. You return the kiss your hand traveling up his chest, along the side of his face and then to the back of his neck where you pull him in closer to you.

He breaks away from the kiss after a few breathtaking moments with a light chuckle. His hand still kneading the back of your neck at the base of your skull. His left hand still hanging down at his side, afraid to touch you with it. You smile up at him as your hands slide down his arms until you're holding his hands in yours.

"I had a wonderful time, Bucky. I'll see you in the morning." You smile up at him while turning to enter your bedroom. Just before you enter you whirl around and give him a quick kiss, then duck into your room.

He stands outside your door for a moment before turning to his with a smile a mile wide on his face.

He gets changed and ready for bed and lays down with a big smile and a happy feeling blooming in his chest. He drifts off to a dreamless sleep, wondering what his next date with you will entail.

Some time later, he doesn't know how long he was asleep for, he jolts upright to the sounds of screams. He thought it was his that woke him up but as another ear shattering scream is heard he realizes it's Y/n. he jumps out of bed and bolts across the hall and opens your door. Not knowing what to expect, he stumbles slightly at the sight before him.

You're thrashing in bed, the sheets a tangled mess around you. A fine layer of sweat coating your face and chest. Another scream tares its way from your lips and he just reacts. He walks over to your bed and sits on the edge.

"Doll, wake up, its just a dream. It's okay. Youre safe." He says as he gently takes your balled fist into his hand. You thrash a bit more and he can see a scream building in your chest. He takes his free hand and gently runs it through your messy hair a couple of times. You start to calm down but you aren't waking up. He leans over and gently kisses your forehead, then each cheek, followed by your nose and finally a feather light kiss to your lips.

You wake to Bucky, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You take a moment to try to orient yourself to what's going on. The dream comes back to you and you bolt upright. Your breathing picking back up. You look around the room and realize that your in the tower and not back with Hydra. You look to Bucky for a moment. His reassuring smile is all the comfort you need before you launch yourself at him, hugging him around the neck. He sits baffled for just a moment before he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tightly, gently rubbing your back. Your face buried in his neck as the sobs rack your body.

After some time you pull away and wipe your eyes. You look over to Bucky and say, "Thank you for waking me up. It was a bad one."
"Anytime Doll. I couldn't let you sleep through that. I know how bad mine can get." He Says reaching for your hand.

You take his hand in yours and you take a deep breath before looking at him, "Will you stay with me. Make sure I don't have anymore tonight?"

He nods yes and watches you crawl back under the sheets. You hold them open for him to join you. He does so gently. He lays on his back and holds out his arms for you to come snuggle. You shyly lay down on his chest, arm thrown across his waist. You sigh deeply, feeling safe. With that as one of your last thoughts you drift off to sleep again.

Bucky lays awake for a bit longer and traces circles on your back. He slowly drifts off to sleep with the last thought of how nice it feels to hold you.