Holding On| Stucky

Chapter Five

Steve opened his eyes, he felt a warmth in his chest that he was beginning to get used to. Bucky's arm was firmly around his waist, pressing Steve's back to his chest.

"Good morning." Steve turned his head whispering it in Bucky's direction. He knew better then to expect Bucky to wake up, but his boyfriend did stir. He slowly moved away from Bucky, for a moment Bucky's grip tightened. Steve held his breath and waited for the grip to loosen. Steve pulled more until Bucky's grip gave and let him go. Steve slipped out of his grasp and stood up, he stretched out and looked back at his him.

Bucky's arm searched for a moment until he found a pillow that he pulled to his chest. Some mornings Bucky's grip only ever tightened until Steve almost a hard time moving away from him at all. Steve neverminded, and opted to try and fall back asleep with him.

Steve quietly gathered clothes and supplies for his shower. He knew Bucky wouldn't wake up until sometime around when Steve began to run the water. Sounds Steve made never bothered him so much as sounds made by other things. He stepped out of the room and headed to the showers.

Fifteen minutes later Steve was showered and dressed. He re-entered the bedroom and smiled. Bucky had woken up, his shirt was off and the blankets were slipping off his shoulder. His eyes were half closed and he was rubbing the side of his face with the back of his palm.

"You're so cute when you wake up." Steve said in an overly cheery voice. Bucky made a grunting noise in response and pushed the rest of the blankets off. He slowly stood up and grabbed his shirt off of the night stand. He pulled up his overly loose sweatpants retying the string. "You have to be the latest light sleeper I have ever met." Bucky tugged his shirt on, and let out one long yawn.

"I only ever get up because of you." He yawned again. Steve resisted yawning and walked over to him.

"Good morning," Steve said, he walked over to Bucky ready to hug him. Bucky beat him to it he wrapped his arms around him resting his head against Steve's.

"Morning." He said and moved his arms from Steve's shoulders to his waist.

"How did you sleep?" Steve asked and swaying his hips left and right. Bucky moved with him and pressed a kiss to the side of his head instead of answering. "You're only ever awake and functioning after we...do...stuff the night before." Bucky shrugged and leaned into him.

"Breakfast?"

"Whatever you feel like making. I can clean up around the house if you want."

"Help me in the kitchen." Steve knew it was open-ended and he could say no if he wanted to, but Bucky was too sleepy to be as courteous as he usually was.

"Don't blame me if I burn all the food," Steve warned wiggling his hips slightly. Bucky moved away, he had a smirk on his face.

"Just sit, look pretty, and occasionally mix something for me. I think even you can do that." He smiled and pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead, he let go of Steve's waist and walked passed him.

"I might manage to burn whatever I'm mixing. There's no guarantees with me in the kitchen." Steve followed Bucky closely behind, he poked Bucky's back occasionally as they walked. Bucky ignored him until they finally reached the kitchen. He turned around and grabbed Steve's hands, not violently but enough to restrain him.

"Keep poking me like that and I'll poke you somewhere else." Bucky moved his face closer to Steve's. Steve moved playfully away from him, lightly pulling his hands.

"Too bad I don't know where you're going to be poking. So that threat won't work on me." Bucky got closer, Steve would have fallen if his hands weren't being held.