Alone Together

Thanksgiving

A/N: Steve and Bucky cuddling and fooling around AAAAHHHHH!!!!:

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"Yes... Yes, that's right... Go on Bucky... Don't stop... D–Don't stop... Push... Harder... Wait... Slightly to your left...Slow down...Yeah... Right there... Keep going... Almost... Almost there... Almost... Push. YES!" I yelled as Bucky finally managed to get the turkey in the oven, after a few minutes of agonizing failure. "I told you it would fit!"

He closed the oven door and stood up, his hands on his hips, smiling victoriously.

"Yeah well forgive me for doubting you babe, but the oven is almost half the size of that turkey."

"Oh please! You're exaggerating!" I mocked, walking up to the kitchen counter. As I stirred the mashed sweet potato, two hands snaked around my waist and up my chest, as I felt a body press against my back.

"Do you know how hot you are when you cook, babe?" Bucky purred near my ear, his hot breath hitting me like a car, as he kissed the nape of my neck.

"Really?" I asked, as he slowly turned me around.

"Oh yeah..." he breathed. He then began kissing my neck. Seriously Bucky? Some of my hickeys haven't even healed yet! I chuckled as my eyes closed.

"Oh Fuck Steve, you're so hot." he purred against my skin, his kisses getting sloppier.

"Language Barnes." I corrected. "Or you'll have to put a quarter in the curse jar." Bucky chuckled and looked at me, quirking an eyebrow with dangerous mischief in his metallic blue eyes.

"With everything you did last night, you should be putting a dollar in the sin jar right now..." he smirked licking as lips as I blushed ferociously, remembering last night. Gosh what do you do to me Barnes...

"Ok ok!" I chuckled, pushing him back playfully. "Leave now, I need to concentrate!"

"Aaawww..." he pouted. "Do I distract you baby boy?" I grabbed a plum and threw it at him, that he obviously caught.

"Go!" I chuckled. He laughed and walked into his room, closing his door slightly.

I turned around and shook my head, giggling uncontrollably. We were celebrating Thanksgiving. Yes, I know we're in March, but Bucky was under the ice last November, and he loved Thanksgiving – mostly because of the food. So, I had decided to celebrate it with him now. Christmas was 'next week'.

I kept thinking of our night. Boyfriend. Is was his Boyfriend! I tried wiping off a stupid smile from my face, without success. I loved everything about him. His beautiful eyes, his sexy lips, his cute chin, his hot jaw, his hard chest, his remarkable thighs... And... well... ok, I'm sorry. Lord forgive me. But man, was he was huge.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door pulled me back to reality. They were already here. I hurried to the door.

"Hey Rogers." Natasha smirked as she pecked his cheek before walking in the apartment.

"Hey, man!" Sam laughed as he patted my shoulder. "Sorry, but I ain't kissing ya."

I chuckled, his words bringing back old memories.

"Hey guys!" I smiled as I closed the door. I turned to see a confused Natasha and Sam staring at the oven.

"Why is there a giant turkey in oven?" Natasha bent over to see it better.

"Are you guys celebrating Thanksgiving or something?" Sam questioned as he dug his finger in the mashed potato. I hit his hand causing him to wince and whine in pain as he brought his finger to his mouth victoriously.