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Indigo's POV ~
Indigo basks in the tender embrace of Bucky's arms, her senses overwhelmed by the lingering heat of their passion. As she lies beside him, her skin glistening with sweat, she savors the quiet intimacy of the moment. Yet, even in the aftermath of their lovemaking, her mind remains restless, a whirlwind of emotions cascading through her, each heartbeat a testament to the depth of her love for him.
Bucky's voice broke through the silence, wrenching Indigo from her thoughts, "I can't stay here." he confessed, his words heavy with sadness, "I have to go back."
Indigo's heart sank at the inevitability of their separation, her gaze falling to the floor as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I understand," she replied softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. "Nat will be here in a couple of hours, and she can't find you."
"I don't want to go," Bucky murmured, his arms tightening around her as if trying to prolong their fleeting moment together.
Indigo's touch traced delicate patterns across his abdomen, eliciting a shiver from Bucky's skin. "And I don't want you to leave," she confessed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Each stroke of her finger seemed to deepen the connection between them, a silent plea for him to stay a little longer.
"You have a scar on your stomach. How did you get it?" Bucky's fingers gently lifted her chin, his gaze searching hers as if seeking answers buried deep within her soul.
Indigo met his intense stare with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, "Mission gone wrong." she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of memories she wished she could forget.
Bucky's touch was firm yet tender as he guided her hand away, his movements deliberate as he shifted their positions. With a fluid motion, he rolled them over until Indigo was nestled beneath him, her back pressed against the soft surface beneath them.
As he settled himself above her, Bucky's gaze softened, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange of emotions. With a gentle caress, he draped a leg across her, anchoring her to him in an intimate embrace. His arm stretched out above her head, his hand finding purchase on the surface beside her as he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
Indigo's breath caught in her throat as Bucky's finger traced the path of her scar, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She felt a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation wash over her, her gaze flickering between his face and the point where his finger trailed along her skin.
Despite her efforts to meet his gaze, she found herself captivated by the intensity with which Bucky studied her scar. His eyes were fixed on the faint mark, his expression unreadable as he traced its contours with a gentle touch.
"Who did this to you, doll?" Bucky's gaze lingered on the scar, his concern palpable as he asked,
"I told you James, a mission went wrong. Nat had to save me, she killed the man." Indigo met his gaze unwaveringly, her voice steady despite the memories flooding back.
