Imagine x female reader (Y/n)
I wrote this when I was like 14 I'm sorry if it's confusing don't expect Brontë
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A very boring, over worded, written-like-a-child, promise-my-writing-is-actually-better-than-this, summary withou...
He leaned back in and started to kiss me again. I was shy but he made me feel like everything was okay, kissing me comfortingly and passionately. I couldn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest and my blood flowed quickly to in my cheeks, making my face as red as ever.
His lips reached my jaw, tracing the lines from my ear to my collarbone — they were so warm against my skin, so much better than I could've ever expected. As cheesy as it sounds, it was just like the movies, one from the 80s, like Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club or something with Patrick Swayze. For that single moment, time stopped. It was just me and him. There was no war, no death, no suffering, just us.
I lifted my hands out of his, and pulled them up high to his shoulders, where I entwined them with his soft brown hair. It was different to his usual longer locks, but a good different. While we sat on one of the balconies in the facility, watching the stars after one of us had woken up from a night terror, he told me that he never particularly liked the long hair, it was just a reminder of the past.
Kissing me on the lips again, he slowly pushed me back towards my bed, so he was on top of me. I lay on my back as he matches my body's form, his hands venturing over my curved body, exploring.
He leans in softly kissing up and down my neck, causing little whimpers of anticipation one from my lips. He works his way back up so I could feel his tender, smooth lips.
After a couple minutes, he spoke between kisses, "I need a shower," he said.
I laughed.
He started to laugh in between kisses, then got off me, almost teasingly, giving a large grin and licking his lips. That smile was the prettiest thing I've seen in a while, it extended to his eyes and deep into his soul. I'd been best friends with Bucky for years, he'd obviously never kissed me like that, but his smile towards me never changed.
He walked back to the open elevator, standing proud with a grin, facing me still on the bed and clicking the button to his floor just above me. His body loosely turned back towards my direction smiling.
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I couldn't help but laugh at his cuteness as the door closes, keeping our eye contact until the last moment.
After a few minutes of laying still on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I seemed to have calmed down.
I walked to my bathroom and got undressed. I stepped into the shower, my toes didn't even flinch as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. My mind was in paralysation, from what had just happened. I turned the dial, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening my hair and trickling down my back.
After about 10 minuets, I felt thoroughly clean, so I turned off the shower, stepped out and slowly dried myself with my yellow towel.
