Your Pal, Your Buddy, Your Bucky...

Having Steve

Steve lay on his stomach, head near the foot of the bed. Bucky lay next to him, one arm over his back, drawing circles on his side. Their heads were turned to face each other, staring longingly into the others eyes. 'I could stay here all day', Bucky thought. He couldn't believe his luck. Steve Rogers, Captain America, loved him. Him, of all people. He thought of himself as nothing more than an ex-Hydra assassin. He didn't deserve what he had, even more so now that he had Steve.
"You're mine" he said to Steve, his voice slightly muffled by the duvet underneath them.
"And you're mine" Steve replied, leaning in to kiss his Bucky again.
"Hey guys, so we have some- OH MY GOD".
Steve and Bucky quickly his under the duvet, covering their exposed bodies, and looked towards the door, where they saw Nat hovering in the doorway, mouth and eyes wide open in shock. Bucky's cheeks flared red in embarrassment, while Steve hid his face in the sheets. The shocked look on the assassins face was quickly replaced with a cheeky grin, as she peered across the room at them.
"Sooo" she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Yesterday can't have gone too badly then".
This only made Bucky blush more, if that was possible. Steve pushed himself into Bucky, trying to hide himself from Nat's smug glare. The brunet wrapped his arm over the blond, snuggling the Captains head into his chest. Nat couldn't help but 'awww' at them together, with Bucky hiding Steve protectively.
"You know what?" She said, "we've got this covered, you two can have the day off". When she'd gone, Steve turned to stare at Bucky, stroking his boyfriends cheek. His face was burning, cheeks bright red. Steve started giggling at what happened.
"She saw you naked" Steve chuckled, gazing at Bucky.
"H-hey!" The assassin exclaimed, "she saw you too, you know!"
"True, but she's seen me naked before".
"When?!" Buck exclaimed, feeling protective of his Steve. The blond only laughed, and told him it was a story for another day. To shut him up, he kissed him again, slowly this time, being gentle with each other, with their hands ruffling each other's hair. Perfect.

Some time later, Steve got up, grabbing a shirt as he did so, and throwing one at Bucky. But he refused, and pulled Steve back into bed, kissing his back.
"Come on, Buck, we gotta get up sometime".
"Yeah, but that doesn't have to be now".
Steve pulled himself up again, this time bringing Bucky with him, and shoved a shirt on his head, before putting one on himself. He then chucked some underwear and pants at his Bucky, and put his own on.

Once they were both dressed, they headed to the kitchen together, holding hands. Seeing no one was there, Steve immediately started preparing breakfast for them both, before he felt a pair of hands on his waist. Grinning, he quickly turned and picked Bucky up, placing him on the counter and kissing him, and it wasn't until he heard a cough behind him that they finally stopped, to see the faces of Clint, Tony and Bruce. Now it was Steve's turn to blush, his face turning a bright red, while Bucky laughed from behind. Everything was perfect.