𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿, no one is searching for love. especially those who would rather have one night stands, and those that are too busy trying to prove their worth.
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽, nicknamed the bloody 100t...
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BUCKY LOOKED AT MARILYN AS SHE SLEPT, her face light up every now and then as another bomb was dropped. He thought about the night they had shared. Copious amounts of alcohol were had, both being extremely intoxicated by the time they made it back to a hotel.
Bucky finally had kissed the girl, his lips pressing lightly to hers as they walked into the room. She returned the kiss, her hands making their way to the back of his neck. John couldn't stop thinking about it, smiling at an unconscious Marilyn. His attention slowly shifted, he stared out of the window, watching the sky unfold.
Marilyn stirred in her sleep, waking up to the sound of dull explosions. She pulled the sheet from the bed to wrap around her bare chest. "John?" She murmured, drowsiness pulling at her voice as she spoke.
His eyes quickly found hers, "May, did I wake you?" he questioned worriedly. She shook her head, she dropped the sheet as she made her way to where John was seated. "Never been on the business end of a bomb before." He remarked, his hands finding their way onto her hips as she straddled him.
