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55. digestive

Every part of her body felt heavy, but in the best way possible. Every limb, every muscle felt blissfully relaxed. Slowly, she dragged herself out of bed, not bothering to wear anything except for a new pair of undies and Bucky's hoodie that she had slept in. She walked quietly into the kitchen and gulped a big glass of water. She filled it again from the tap and then turned around, leaning on the counter, her eyes instinctively looking for Bucky. Her gaze scanned the windows in the living room, the garden shining under the light of the sun. Through one of the windows, at the very end of the garden, finally she spotted him. 

He was topless and laying still on the grass. She held her breath for a moment, not seeing him move, then exhaled shakily when she saw him turn upside down on the ground. She sipped her water as she watched him curiously, holding himself up on his hands and starting to slowly do push ups. An involuntary smirk stretched her lips. Of course he was already training again, and of course he was doing it mostly naked. 

She pondered it for a second, whether it would be weird to just sit on the kitchen counter and stare at the wonderfulness that was a half-naked sweaty Bucky training in the sun. She knew she probably shouldn't have but there were a lot of things she had done recently that she probably shouldn't have done. She concluded eventually that it didn't matter whether it was or wasn't weird if no one knew about it. 

So she drank more of her water and propped herself against the hard counter, her gaze wandering over his back, his arms, his shoulders. Following the line of his body up and down again, and again, and again. 

He was mesmerising.

His face was composed, stoically focused on his task, the only sign of struggle a slight tension in his jaw. Slowly and steadily Bucky finished the set of push ups and laid on the grass once more. His stomach, taut and carved, expanded together with his shredded chest into big inhales and lowered deeply with each exhale. His hair was wet, sticking to his temples, shining with sweat. There was a slight pump to his arms, and his neck had turned red from the effort of training. His lips were parted, his chin slightly raised to the sky and Natalie couldn't fucking take her eyes off of him.

The gaze of a person yearning cannot help but linger on every detail, putting it to memory like a favourite quote or lyric. She watched him exactly like that.

He was fucking beautiful. And all that power would have been almost insignificant if it didn't accompany a truly skilled man. That was one of the sexiest things about him; he actually had the muscles for a reason, not just for show.

Although it was a pretty damned good show.

He flipped once more and started another set. Natalie let out a big sigh. She wondered if she had ever properly seen him work out. This might have been the first time.

Her body started betraying itself. A delicious coil of pleasure curled in her lower stomach, while shivers ran down her spine, making her tingly all over. She couldn't believe she had truly experienced all that brawniness and strength wrapped around her last night. 

Slowly, memories resurfaced. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing harshly as he drove his hips into hers passionately. Her cheeks blushed at the very fresh recollection, so fresh she could literally feel the light soreness between her legs starting to pulse slightly with the new wave of arousal sweeping over her. 

She had loved every second of it. And every second before it and after too.

It had surprised her a little how neither one of them had been in a rush to wash after. There was something filthy and incredibly sexy about being in each other's arms knowing the sweatiness and stickiness between them was shared, and the result of shared pleasure. And that they both felt comfortable enough to do that, or didn't give enough fucks to actually clean up.