"Nice to meet you." You watched as Steve introduced his date to Bucky. They were a gorgeous couple. Both blonde, long legged, and beautiful. She was beautiful. Her little black dress enhanced her perfect structure and her red lipstick made her teeth whiter that the polar ice caps. Steve deserves a girl like that.
Bucky deserves a girl like that.
You didn't have double Ds or even Ds for that matter. You didn't have luscious blonde curls that framed your face better than the frame on Mona Lisa. You were just you. Nothing special.
This kept you awake that night, laying on your side, back facing Bucky, contemplating on why Bucky liked you, or even if you were good enough for him.
Bucky lay awake as well that night. He faced your bare back, wondering why you were so quiet and distant. In the silence, he listened to your uneven breathing and he knew you were awake.
The both of you lay there for a while, not moving. Tired of not knowing what's going on in your head, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his chest. Your back made contact with the firm muscle and your heart fluttered. You loved it when he held you to his chest. It made you fell safe and warm, like nothing could ever hurt you.
"What's wrong." He murmured into your hair, smelling the coconut shampoo you had washed your hair with earlier.
"Nothing." You lied. You didn't want to talk about it. You were afraid that upon telling Bucky your worries, he would make sense of it all and leave you. After all, you were no leggy blonde supermodel.
"Tell me." He said as he nuzzled his nose into your damp brunette hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly to him.
You remained silent for a while, thinking about the question, debating whether you want vocalize it or not. Minutes passed and Bucky remained patient, waiting for your answer.
"Why do you like me?" You finally say.
"What?"
"Why do you like me?" You repeat, apprehension creeping up your spine. You felt his arms tighten around your abdomen.
"Because your beautiful and -"
"But there are so many more girls out there. Supermodels. You could literally walk into a fashion show and pick one out. Why me?" You interrupt.
"Is this what it's about?" Bucky pulled his head away from your hair and sat up, leaving you back bare and cold.
"No... Maybe... Yes?" You sat up as well but continued to avoid his gaze.
"Oh Y/N, my darling, sweet Y/N." He chuckled pulling you to his chest once again. He looked down at you and kisses the top of your head. "How did this start?"
"Steve."
"You think Steve is the competition?" Bucky laughed, "I mean he is very beautiful but-"
"No! Steve's date. The blonde one."
"Ella? You're jealous because of Ella?"
"Is that her name?" You reply bitterly. Even her name was pretty. How could you possibly compare to her.
"She's not my type." Bucky shrugged.
"Then what is your type?"
"You."
"Cheesy."
"I know."
"But she's got the long legs and amazing figure. She's blonde and sexy. She's got it all."
"Come here." Bucky got up, pulling you with him and he walked you to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. He stopped you in front of it and stood behind you, looking at you through the reflection.
"Y/N, what do you see."
"Me."
"Do you know what I see?"
"Me?"
"No. Well, yes." His hands went to my hair, sweeping it onto your bare right shoulder.
"I see luscious hair that I could nuzzle my head in all day." His hands moved to your face, caressing it with his flesh hand.
"Cheeks that blush adorably red every time I kiss you." Bucky leaned down and kissed your exposed left shoulder, lingering there for a bit before looking back at you in the mirror.
"Lips that I love to kiss," and he leaned down to your ear, nipping you earlobe gently, "and bite."
You held back a moan as he continued on. Bucky lowered his head down to your neck and kissed the sensitive skin, inhaling your scent.
"You smell delightful, doll." His hands moved down to your beasts, cupping them in his hands.
"There's not much." You said sadly, ashamed of how much coverage he is giving you with his hands.
"They are perfect. I wouldn't want them any other way." He murmured into your neck, sending a tingling sensation through your entire body. You could feel him growing harder behind you as you felt wetness dripping through your lace panties.
Bucky grabbed your waist and turned you to face him. You felt him against your pelvis and his hands trailed down your lower back and grabbed a handful of ass.
"Mmmm... And this. I love your ass. The way you sway it back and forth when you walk. God, it turns me on." Bucky kissed you quickly and rested his forehead against yours. He let go of your behind and his fingers traced your hips around and trailed down your pelvis. The cold metal of his left hand slips underneath you, feeling the slippery substance lubricate his fingers and he palms and plays with you.
"Don't even get me started on how much I love this" He whispers into your mouth and he pulled away, leaving you breathless. His hand made its way back to your waist and pulled you closer. You blush as you feel him throbbing against you.
Brown met blue when he finally met your gaze. You saw nothing but admiration and adoration in his eyes.
"Your eyes." He breathed, "I love getting lost in them first thing in the morning and I love that they are the last thing I see before I sleep and dream about you."
"You're beautiful." You smile shyly up at him. Feeling better about yourself. Bucky always made you feel better.
"You're my type." He promised. You didn't speak, you just nodded and reached up, kissing him fully on the mouth and he pulled you even closer to him. He pulls away and pulls you into a hug, kissing your hair.
"But there's only one of you so I guess I better hold on to you. Would want a beautiful man like Steve to pick you up." He smiled into your hair and you giggled.
"I guess Steve is the real hazard here." You said and wrapped your arms around Bucky's waist.
The two of you stay there for minutes, enjoying each others presence until Bucky broke the silence.
"I don't think I could ever truly tell you how much I love you." Bucky whispered, resting his chin on your head.
"Show me then."
