Accidents Happen

Melt With You

You breathed a happy sigh, tired and invigorated at the same time.

Lying on your stomach in bed, Bucky beside you drawing circles with his fingers on your bare back, there was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be. It was late morning by now, the past few hours spent making love, laughing, talking, and just enjoying each other's company in your happy little cocoon.

You told stories about growing up in a big family and how uneventful and stifling your tiny rural town was. He spoke some about his time in the army and what Steve was like growing up, "the little punk from Brooklyn", he called him affectionately. He mentioned his mom and little sister, but you could tell he was having a difficult time so you changed the subject as smoothly as you always did.

"Was that your first time since the 40s?" Now that'll highjack a conversation.

He chuckled, followed by a sigh. "Well. Mind controlled assassins don't generally get time off for dates and then being on the run makes it difficult to meet people, so....yeah."

"Hmm. Well, then I'd say you have excellent muscle memory cause you've got some serious moves, there, Sergeant."

Bucky jutted his chin out with a cocky smile, "Why thank you, ma'am." A small glimpse of what you imagine James Barnes might have been like back then.

You considered bursting his bubble with a smart remark, but you let him have his moment.

"So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"When was your last....relationship?"

Quid pro quo, you supposed. You did breech the subject after all. There was a boyfriend in college and a few wild sporadic nights over the past few years, but nothing special.

"Oddly enough, some find my pleasant and demure personality a little abrasive. Crazy, right?"

He reached out to caress your cheek, "I like how open and honest you are. Don't you dare change for anyone."

You gave a grateful smile.

"Besides. That wasn't all me this morning. It takes two to tango. Or so I'm told. We didn't tango much in the 40s."

You laughed. "Oh yeah? What did you dance to when you took the lucky ladies out on the town?"

"Oh, you know. There was the Jive, Lindy Hop, swing, the Jitterbug. And the slow dances to Billie Holliday and Bing Crosby. I would've danced with you in my arms until the sun came up."

"I would have loved that."

"Me too." he said with a sad smile, then perked up. "But there is a song I was thinking about that reminds me of you."

"Oh, yeah? Something old and sappy?"

He grinned, "Something like that."

"Oh, come on. Don't leave me hanging," you begged.

Bucky leaned back on the pillows with closed eyes, he cleared his throat and began to sing in a low, husky voice:

"She was a fast machine,

she kept her motor clean

she was the best damn woman that I'd ever seen."

Your jaw dropped as he opened his eyes for your reaction.

"She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies,

knocking me out with those American thighs."