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The last few days, it was constantly raining. Of course, the heaters in Avengers Tower had to break down, and now it felt like the inside was colder than the outside. Cuddled up in your soft blanket on the couch, you were watching TV, not really paying attention to it. You still felt cold even after pulling on multiple layers of clothing.
Bucky walked into the room with a steaming mug in his hand. He wasn't affected by the cold at all. Lucky him.
"Hey doll, I made you tea. Figured you could use something hot." He smiled, giving you the mug, and pecked your forehead.
You took the mug from him and wrapped your fingers around it, bringing it closer to you, taking a small sip, enjoying how the warmth spread through your cold bones. A soft sigh escaped your lips from the delightful feeling.
"Thanks, Buck." You said, smiling.
"Still cold?" He asked as he sat down beside you, putting his hand around your shoulders.
"I'm freezing. Tony said it will take at least a few more hours to repair the heaters." You said while sipping tea. "Until then, I have to try not to freeze to death."
"I think I can help you with that.'' He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oh really?" You placed the mug on the coffee table in front of you and climbed into his lap, draping the blanket around his shoulders, so you both would be covered with it. "How?" You asked innocently as if you already didn't know.
"I can think of few ways.'' He moved his hands to your hips, pulling you closer, meeting you for a kiss. You tangled your fingers through his long locks, tugging them when he deepened the kiss, earning a low groan from him. He moved lover, kissing your jaw and settling in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking the exposed skin, while his hands roamed all over your body, making you a panting mess in his lap.
"You are wearing too many clothes, sweetheart," Bucky murmured against your skin.
"Then do something about it." You challenged.
He chuckled and found the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off over your head, letting the blanket fall on the couch, leaving you in another sweater.
"Hmm, still too many clothes." He said, pulling the jumper off.
He looked at you in disbelief after discovering that under the sweater was another - long-sleeved shirt. "How many layers are you wearing?"
"I said I was cold." You shrugged.
"I should've shown up earlier." He shook his head before returning to kissing your lips, while his hands slowly worked on your shirt, unbuttoning it. When that was finally done, he pushed the shirt down your shoulders.
