A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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Waking up next to Bucky Barnes is an experience. First of all, the man is a cuddler, and if you are someone who likes that, like me, then it is the best thing in the world to wake up in the arms of an incredibly handsome super soldier. He's also affectionate, always kissing me good morning, totally ignoring how I look or if I have morning breath because according to him, I am "the most beautiful woman he knows." I'll take that and I believe it now because I believe in him, the man I fell in love with almost eight months ago.
He started out as the new neighbour, who irritated me to no end when he used my paid parking space to park a truck filled with his belongings while he and his friend Sam moved Bucky into the apartment suite next door to mine. But he quickly won me over with his good manners, compassion, and absolute drop-dead sexiness. About 6 weeks after our meeting, we became lovers, and I began thinking of us as a couple. Even though he still rented his apartment he practically lived here with me, and it was wonderful.
I woke up first, on this weekend that I had off from my job as a librarian for the New Orleans Public Library. For several minutes I laid in Bucky's arms enjoying the feeling of his strong arms enclosing me. Carefully, I turned around so I could look at my guy, my boyfriend, the man I loved. His strong features were calm, the little crease he often got between his eyes when he was concentrating was almost invisible; his thick dark lashes that covered his eyes, lashes that any woman would love to have, except his were courtesy of the super soldier serum, were peacefully staying closed. Everything on Bucky's body was constantly repairing and replenishing itself, although grey hairs were now reappearing in his beard, a welcome sign of aging for him.
"You're watching me," he murmured. "I can feel it."
"You do the same when you wake up first," I answered, then kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Now you've done it," he smiled as he pulled me closer.
The man was instantly ready for some morning love, another thing that I loved about him. Before Bucky most of my encounters were laced with a sense that my partner was doing me a favour by being intimate with me. But James Buchanan Barnes always made me feel like I was the centre of his universe, the one he worshipped before all others. I never wanted that to end.
As he made breakfast for both of us later, he received a text on his phone, smiled and answered it.
"Sam is moving in with Ingrid," he said. "He wants help tomorrow with taking some things over to her place."
"She was hoping it would happen," I replied. "You know she fell for him when he laid that shrimp boil out on this very table."
"When did you fall for me?" he asked.
"When you took me out for dinner for our first date," she said. "You were such a gentleman and then that kiss just sealed the deal for me. When are you going to move in with me?"
