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51. little blue dot

It had been dark out for a few hours now, but Bucky and Natalie didn't seem particularly in a hurry to go to sleep. When they finally managed to peel their bodies apart, Natalie decided to open a bottle of wine. Earlier, she had found a cabinet filled with reds in the kitchen. She knew Bucky wasn't adamant about getting drunk, considering what had happened the last few times he drank too much. He knew his misbehaviour last time hadn't bothered her too deeply, but he still felt a bit embarrassed about it. He didn't mind of course if she wanted to drink, which she did. They had a full stock of nice French wine for free, and nothing to do the next day, so she thought she might as well make good use of it. 

Bucky moved to the floor to get closer to the heat, he sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, leaning back against one of the armchairs. Natalie joined him a moment later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She nestled herself in between his legs, her back to his chest and her head resting on his sternum. 

His hands itched to touch her, and for a second he forgot that he now could just reach out and do exactly that. His hand softly wrapped around her wrist and then slowly brushed over the skin of her arm, fingers teasingly caressing and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

Natalie felt like in a trance, she didn't dare say a word. 

He knew he must stop at some point, drink more of his wine, leave her alone. But Bucky just couldn't help it, he couldn't keep his hands off her. They moved to the outside of her thighs, fingertips grazing and then raised back up, moving her hair to press a kiss on the sensitive skin where the neck meets the shoulder. 

A smile crossed her face and she bit her bottom lip, trying to stop it from turning into a chuckle. She didn't want to laugh, she didn't find this amusing at all, the instinct came from the raging tornado of butterflies in her stomach. There was nothing funny about it. It was like being lowered in warm fluffy bedsheets, like soft smooth honey melting on her tongue. It was pure sensual pleasure just rippling down her bones.

She felt hot and reactive and absolutely putty in his hands. And even when he slowly removed one hand and grabbed hold of the glass to bring it to his lips, the other hand still lazily resting over her hip, she could feel the heat radiating from his body enveloping her and turning her every limb and muscle into molasses. 

Time passed quickly, not much spoken between them and most communicated through soft caresses and touches. Her hand or his occasionally poured more wine into each other's glasses, and before she knew it they had already reached the end of the bottle. 

"I'm gonna grab another one." She announced softly looking over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile. Bucky nodded and moved his legs so that they wouldn't be in her way. Bucky's hand however lingered on her leg as she stood up, brushing down all the way to her ankle before she stepped away. He hadn't even meant to do it, it just felt so easy and good to be touching her, he never wanted to stop. Every day he spent with her, every moment in her presence, the feelings of closeness just got stronger. 

And easier.

He had never dared to wish for happiness of this kind, for something very similar and so damn close to peace, and yet he realised he was getting it; maybe not consistently with the way either of their own insecurities or the world kept getting in the way, but he was getting it... with her.

Natalie smiled, feeling him watch her intensely as she crouched down to pour more wine into their glasses, and then felt his gaze still on her as she sat back between his legs and leaned against his hard chest. She could feel the force of it making her neck warm, heating her up more than the fire in front of them ever could.