"See you, love" You smiled after Bucky kissed your cheek and walked out the door. It took less than a minute for Bucky to be calling you.
"Hey, doll. I miss you,"
You smiled with a lighthearted chuckle, "I miss you too, love". You had just gotten vacations from your university, while Bucky had to wake early to go to his weekly therapy session.
You chatted for a few minutes more until Bucky reached the clinic. You decided not to accompany this time for you had a few things to do at home. You knew that when he got back, you'd have all the time in the world to do Netflix and chill.
Bucky had sent you a text with a picture, Already in the waiting room, can't wait to get home xx. You smiled at the text and replied, My pretty boy.
At the waiting room, if they weren't so busy with themselves, everyone could've been able to see Bucky's eyes go heart mode. He smiled before replying.
My pretty boy
I love it when you call me that
I know you do, pretty boy
Y/nnnnnn
Buckyyyy
You know what that nickname does to me, you might as well just have told me you wanted me to stay at home cuddling
Bucky, love, you know you can't miss your session. And as much as I'd like to spend the whole day cuddling, you know we've both got things to do, pretty boy.
That was the last string, he stood up from his chair, but as if luck wasn't on his side, the receptionist called his name to enter with the therapist. He cursed under his breath, before entering the room.
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"Doll, I'm home" Bucky called. He hadn't even finished his sentence when you rushed toward him, tackling in a hug.
"I missed you" You whispered. He smiled, placing both his hands on your waist before he leaned and you could feel his breath on your nose. ", pretty boy"
Wasting no time, he closed the gap. At first, the kiss was full of love and passion, however, it turned messy, hungry, and sloppy in no time. His lips traveled from yours to your jawline, placing hot, wet kisses there. Let's just say, you didn't Netflix and chill for the next hour or two.
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You hummed happily as you rested your head on Bucky's bare chest as he love–dazedly played with a few strands of your hair. One of his arms was wrapped securely around your waist.
Your eyes slowly started to close. "You know, love?"
"Tell me, sweetheart" He lightheartedly murmured.
"You've always been, are, and always will be my pretty boy,"
His heart beated faster at your words and blushed slightly. He tightened the grip on your waist, feeling as if you were as fragile as porcelaine, as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
"I know. And you'll always be my doll".
