40s Boys - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Oneshots

bucky barnes - waking light

summary: bucky barnes x fem!reader fluff (short with a hella lot of fluff)
* I figured you guys could use some happy fluff after that last chapter :)
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You woke in the young hours of dawn, blearily opening your eyes, once, twice. The bedroom is gray; the sun has not yet risen. You lay in an awkward position, half on your stomach with one hand curled around the sheets.

A gentle sigh behind you perked up your ears, and a tired smile tilted your lips. Behind you, tangled in the messy bed sheets, lay your boy, Bucky Barnes, who languidly sighed and occasionally murmured in his sleep.

You realized your other hand was tucked against his bare lower abdomen, and that he had also stretched a hand to touch you in his sleep; his fingers brushed delicately against your spine.

A soft groan escaped your throat as you rolled over to face him. You draped your arm over his waist and nuzzled close to his chest, head underneath his chin.

Bucky inhaled, waking just barely. You felt him nuzzle the top of your head with his lips, and his arm moved to rest across your hip, fingers softly stroking your skin as he fell back to sleep.

You drifted back into a slow, lulling sleep, breathing in the scent of Bucky's warm, smooth skin.

The next time you woke, the room was filled with a soft, golden glow, streaming from the crack in the curtains. Your legs had become tangled with Bucky's under the warm sheets and his fingers found their way into your hair.

Bucky's left hand cupped the side of your lower ribcage, fingers curling against your back. You felt his hip underneath your fingertips. Bucky's nose touched your hairline, and you felt his lips grazing your forehead. He breathed softly through his nose, exhaling warm air against your skin.

You let your hand trail up his hip to his stomach and then his chest, tracing his collarbone and the curve of skin where his neck and shoulder met. You adored the smoothness of his skin and all the curves and dips of his body. He was so inexplicably yours, only yours in the entire world. He was your Bucky, that only lay with you.

Bucky shivered slightly when your fingers trailed back down his side. "Mmh," Bucky exhaled. He mumbled into your hair what vaguely sounded like 'baby doll', and placed a firmer grip on your waist.

You smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his jaw. Bucky hummed another sigh contentedly, and you began to pepper small kisses on his exposed throat. You didn't pull away, and let yourself bury your face into his neck, hiding from the golden glow of light that trickled further into the little bedroom.

After a moment, you pulled away, resting your head on your pillow, nose to nose with Bucky. His eyes were closed and his pink lips parted slightly. Strands of dark hair fell messily onto his forehead. You noted that his face was clean shaven, and the line of his jaw was sharp in the gentle light.

You slowly lean forward and place a benevolent kiss on his lips. A quiet laugh vibrated through Bucky's chest, and you reveled in the sound, slowly pulling away from lips that were now widening into a sweet smile.

"Oh, my sweet Doll, my (y/n)." Bucky murmurs fondly, running his hands through your hair.

"Good morning, Dearest," You say, giggling softly and touching the tip of your nose to his.

"Good morning, Darling." Bucky replies, sneaking another sweet kiss on your lips.