Characters: Bucky x reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, ( so much fluff dear god, probs bad editing sorry
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The sight of a warm fireplace was something that comforted you deeply. The crackle accompanied by the soft light and warmth, it all just made you feel safe.A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you sat in front of the fireplace, sipping at a cup of coffee as the pale shine from the moon outside cast a shadow on the wall of the living room.
It was a calm night, the type that made you sleepy at 8 pm as you sipped at a piping cup of tea, the liquid warming you from the inside out. A muffled yawn passed your lips as you stared into fire that cascaded upon the wood in front of you.It had been Steve’s idea. A romantic getaway around Christmastime to ‘escape’ as he’d put it. You didn’t need to escape, Bucky was enough of a safe haven as you needed, but you weren’t going to refuse an all expenses paid weekend to a cute little log cabin in the middle of the best season of the year.
“I hope you’re not passing out on me.”
You smiled at the sound of the voice coming from behind you, and without turning around you replied, “I’m bored to sleep without you here.”
You listened as the sound of heavy, sock covered footsteps echoed in your ears, approaching you from the side. A kiss was pressed to the top of your head as Bucky sat next to you, rubbing your covered shoulder gently to help heat you up even more with the friction he provided.
You hummed in reply, taking the opportunity to lean your head on his broad shoulder when he sat next to you.
It felt like a dream, being with him. It took you what felt like an eternity to convince him to let you in, to convince him to let you love him. When he finally did, it was like the floodgates had opened and you were able to drink for the first time after being stranded in the desert.The soft crackle of the fire roared on in the small log cabin you resided in. It was a total long shot when you asked him to come up with you, you figured Bucky would say no. Too many unknowns, too secluded, too this, too that, Bucky was always afraid of something. Not that you could ever really blame him for it.
When he agreed, your heart soared, and you hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off of your face since.
“You look tired.” Bucky noted.
“Not tired,” You said, “Just at peace.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, and pressed your body closer to his. You turned your head in to the crook of his neck and placed a soft kiss there, a spot you knew was sensitive.Before you, Bucky couldn’t hardly remember the last time someone laid a hand on him without the intent to harm him. Whenever your touch was on his body, it felt surreal to him, and you knew it well.
He sucked in a quiet breath when your lips left his skin, your nose still brushing against his throat. Everything was so calm, so serene. Bucky had all but forgotten the feeling of serenity long ago, but here he was, feeling it like a tidal wave.
“I love you.”
The words passed through your lips ever so softly, as if the mere phrase itself couldn’t be said above a whisper. As the breath of your sentence hit his skin, Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a split second, before it began pounding so hard that he feared you would hear it in his chest.
You sensed his hesitation and instantly regretted saying it. It hadn’t ever been said between the two of you, your love for one another had only ever been of the unspoken variety. And, yet, now it was out in the open, no longer being kept as merely a lingering implicitness in the air when you were in each other’s presence. Now it was real.
