An unconventional trio

"Are you trying to kill everyone with undercooked bacon?"

Nova's POV:

The faintest morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft gray glow across the room. I stir slowly, blinking as my eyes adjust to the dimness. It's early—maybe six, judging by the darkness that still lingers outside. Everything is quiet and still, except for the gentle rise and fall of Bucky's breathing, steady and comforting against me.

I'm cocooned in warmth, wrapped in the heavy, soft blankets and Bucky's arms securely around me, his body molded against mine as if he's trying to shield me from the rest of the world. His chest rises and falls against my back, and one of his arms drapes over my waist, his hand resting against my stomach, fingers slightly curled as if even in sleep he's holding onto me.

I let my eyes close again, savoring the feeling—the peace that fills me in his embrace, the way everything feels right, settled. I shift just slightly, snuggling back against him, and feel his arms instinctively tighten around me. The corner of my mouth curves into a small smile.

The world feels soft and hushed at this hour, like we're the only two people in it. I reach down, intertwining my fingers with his, and take a slow, deep breath, just letting myself be here with him in this perfect, quiet moment.

I feel Bucky's grip around me tighten, his body stirring as he slowly wakes. A soft sigh escapes his lips, warm against my shoulder, before he plants a gentle kiss on my neck, sending a shiver through me. His lips linger, soft and unhurried, and then he buries his face against my skin, inhaling deeply like he's breathing me in, as if I'm the one thing grounding him to this quiet morning.

"Morning," he murmurs, his voice husky and low, still thick with sleep. His hand drifts over my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him, our bodies fitting together like we're made for this.

I smile, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his arm as I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. "Good morning," I whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath as he smiles against my skin.

"How did you sleep?"

Bucky's voice was like gravel, but in the most delicious way possible. It sent shivers down my spine and heat straight to my core. I couldn't resist the temptation to press myself against him, feeling him growing hard against me. He let out a low hum, sending tingles down my neck as he kissed me softly.

"I slept good," I whispered back, my arm snaking around his neck as I held him to me. His fingers trailed lightly across my belly, sending jolts of electricity through me, before slowly sliding past the waistband of my sweats.

His fingers dipped into my panties, and I couldn't help but let out a shuddered breath as his fingers ghosted over my clit. "Didn't get enough yesterday?" I asked with a grin, but Bucky didn't answer right away. Instead, he dragged his finger through my already slick folds, eliciting a gasp from me.

"I just want you right now," he said, his voice low and full of desire. "Just you." He slid a finger inside of me, pulling it back out and circling my clit with it. I couldn't help but moan, feeling myself growing slicker by the second.

"Take off your pants," he whispered, his voice full of need. I giggled, but obliged, feeling bold and wanton under his gaze. He continued to circle my clit as I managed to slide my sweats down with my underwear.

"Face me," he said, and I wiggled onto my other side, putting myself face to face with him. His lips were on mine in an instant, and I could almost feel his desperation, his need. I reached under the blankets and pushed his sweats down just enough to free him.

Before I could even think, he was grabbing my leg, and placing it over his hip. He gripped himself, coating his tip with my slick before gently pressing himself into me. Slowly. Just the tip at first.