Words On My Skin

Chapter 14

God, you were warm.

Why the heck were you so damn warm?

You groaned, realizing that you were wrapped in warmth. Your tee shirt and leggings were far too hot for the amount of heat you were enduring. There was a blanket over you, you knew that much. The smell that surrounded you smelled like Bucky, versus your own bed. There was a weight around your waist, and your foggy, sleepy brain caught up with the fact that you were not – in fact – hugging a pillow.

You were snuggled up to a person.

Bucky.

When the heck did you fall asleep? Did you even finish the movie?

Opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of Bucky's tee-clad chest, gently rising and falling as he slept beside you – faintly illuminated by the lamp that had been left on, accidentally. He was on his side, left arm underneath his pillow while his right arm was curled around your waist, warm hand resting on your back. You glanced up to observe his peaceful face as he slept. His lips were slightly parted, a soft snore escaping as his warm breath blew against the crown of your head. His face looked years younger, neutral of all expression, and you realized that he had a small scar hidden in his stubble along his jaw – as well as a few along his neck and hairline. They were barely visible, probably thanks to the super soldier serum, and you wouldn't have noticed them if you weren't so close to his face.

Your arms were wrapped around his waist, and you were thankful that the bed was so soft – otherwise, your arm would be riddled with pins and needles under his weight. One of your legs was thrown over his thighs, and you realized just how much you were snuggling into him.

"Go back to sleep," His soft voice broke you from your thoughts, making you jump slightly. His eyes remained closed, but his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. "it's too early."

You sighed, resting your forehead against his chest and tightening your arms around his middle. "What time is it?"

"Early."

"FRIDAY, what time is it?" You called out, rolling your eyes behind your closed lids as he avoided your question.

"It is approximately 5:12 am, Ms. L/n." The AI responded, "Your alarm should be going off in eighteen minutes."

"Why the hell is your alarm so early?" Bucky groaned, low voice thick with sleep. "You don't even get to your office until almost 7."

"I like to have time to get ready and relax, before a long day." You chuckled, not moving from your warm cocoon, "Not all of us have the luxury of waking up at 6:30."

"I just got back from a mission. I have the day off." His hand traced along the top of your back, soothing you into almost falling back to sleep. "No nightmares."

Huh... You didn't have nightmares, either.

For the first time in months.

Was that a soulmate thing, a Bucky thing, or a you thing?

You doubted it was a you thing. You'd been having nightmares for the entire duration of your stay at the compound. You'd never had a dreamless sleep. You were always woken up, coughing or crying from the hands grabbing at you. It could be a Bucky thing... He'd said that your personality was calming to him, and you felt the same way about him, as well... but it could, also, be a soulmate thing.

Who the fuck knew?

"None for me, either." You smiled, goosebumps spreading down your arms as he continued to caress your back. "Feel free to invite me to sleep with you as much as you want."