And they called it Bucky Love

Part 18 - Second Dates

And so, suddenly, it was 6.30 the next evening and I was on the bus back into Bucharest for my date with Bucky.  I feeling just about as nervous as a turkey at Thanksgiving and had a whole army of butterflies just waiting to cause havoc in my stomach.

The day of course had gone just about as slow as it was possible to go, and I'd done nothing but think about D Day (Date Day) and what might or might not occur.

What I wanted to happen of course was for him to say "My God Maggie, I've been waiting for you all my life, lets run off to paradise together and have mad rampant sex and lots of babies."

What I EXPECTED to happen, was either a no show from him or the sad expectation that I wasn't quite as interesting as he'd thought on our first meeting and he must have been on drugs when he asked me out.   That was generally how things went with me on dates, so I wasn't holding out much hope, despite how well it had seemingly gone the day before.

As I mentally prepared myself for disappointment, the bus pulled in, and I once again found myself walking through the market, only this time, a much quieter and tranquil place.

Some of the cafes by the side had strung fairy lights up, and they gave a soft glow that transformed the otherwise empty space into somewhere quite magical looking.

I started to walk across to the assigned meeting place, but before I had even gone 20 feet, I saw the object of my dreams was already there.

My heartbeat quickened and the butterflies in my stomach woke up and started doing cartwheels.   There was no denying it, Bucky Barnes really was the best looking guy I'd ever seen, and if he'd stood there in a potato sack, I'd still have wanted to leap on him right there and then.

With difficulty, I forced my brain to calm down and I took in his appearance.  Today, he was wearing black jeans that hugged his thighs and long legs, and a dark brown suede jacket that emphasized his broad shoulders. He had his black gloves on but this time, he was minus the baseball cap, so I could see that he had thick dark hair that was almost to shoulder length.  It framed his face perfectly and the color accentuated his steely blue eyes and dark lashes.    

God, he looked so.....delicious.......I just wanted to eat him!

As I walked over, those amazing blue eyes caught sight of mine as he glanced over in my direction.  It was all I could do not to fall over, I was so full of lust, but somehow, I managed to concentrate and complete the walk without going arse over tit.

"You made it" He said, and he actually sounded pleased.

"Yep" I replied.   I'm good with words.

Bucky gave a kind of nervous laugh. "I was worried for a while you might not show".

Blimey I thought – HE was worried....... 

I tried my best to sound casual "Nah, no chance – can't pass up meeting another Yank in Romania."I smiled reassuringly.