𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

xxx. THE RAIN

"Why does it have to rain when I want to take out the trash?" you winged, walking into the living room. Bucky's eyes shifted from the television screen and a smile glinted on his face upon seeing your frustrated expression. He sits up on the coach and rests his chin on the arm of it, peering at you as you survey the harsh rain outside. It's pouring down and for a moment, you think it may flood.

"Come on, doll. I'll help you with it." He stands up and takes the trash from
you before slipping his hand in yours. The two of you walk hand in hand to the door but you stop just as Bucky opens it. "I am not walking into that." you say, gesturing at the droplets falling askew due to the, now, heavy wind.

"You're gonna let your poor boyfriend take out the trash by himself. What if I get sick?"

"You can't get sick."

"Touché." And with that Bucky tugs you out of the door and into the pouring rain. In a matter of seconds, your clothes are soaking wet and your hair is absorbing the cold water.

"I cannot believe you." you say, shoving Bucky as he throws the trash away. He purposely takes ages to walk towards the trash can and you grunt in frustration which seems to spur him on. Once he's finally done, you rush to the door but he stops you. He spins your body to face his and you gasp at the action, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his chest.

Looking at Bucky, you pay attention to his every feature. The rain accentuates his facial structure as the liquid makes him glisten and the droplets caught in his dark eyelashes make the blue of his eyes even brighter than usual. His lips are soft from the downpour and bright from the cold. His nose is turning ever so slightly red and you feel the chill of it when he presses it to yours.

Smiling, you look up at him through your eyelashes. "Don't tell me we're going to kiss in the rain."

"Why else would I force you out here?"

And with that, Bucky, gently, presses his lips to yours and you can't help but smile against the kiss.