Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 11

In the morning, (Y/n) woke up and went about her morning routine of making breakfast and looking for a job.

She had to wash her clothes, as she didn't have a lot that actually fit, so she had to wear Bucky's shirt and boxers while she stood in the kitchen.

Bucky walked into the kitchen, but froze in the doorway.

Fuck- (Y/n) was wearing his clothes again...

After the tip show a couple of nights ago, when he'd fantasized about her in them, tearing them from her, and making her moan and scream for him, he was having quite the reaction...

He quickly walked to the table and sat down so that she couldn't see his erection.

She turned as she heard the chair scrape back from the table and smiled at him. "Pancakes are almost done," she told him, turning back to the stove.

Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of her body as she moved, leaning and shifting. He could tell that she had a bra on this time, and a real one, at that, and he wondered what it was that had prompted her to start wearing them instead of her sports bras now. And what it looked like-

No, he shouldn't be wondering that...

She carried a plate to him, stacked with pancakes and eggs, and a few of pieces of bacon at the side, and sat it on the table in front of him, making Bucky have to stare at the plate so that he didn't stare at how his shirt dipped down to almost reveal the answer to his questions. His eyes slid up her bare legs as she walked away, though, skimming over her calves and up the backs of her thighs like his hands wanted to.

He was in deep trouble.

He managed to make it through breakfast and went to hit the punching bag until his frustration left him a little.

Bucky heard (Y/n) talking from inside the house as she washed dishes and the counters, and wondered who she was talking to. He went to the porch and drank from his bottle of water, leaning a little toward the open door to hear her.

"Yeah, how did you hear?... Yes- that old pervert-" She laughed at whatever the person on the phone said, and he felt warmth fill him at the sound. "Yeah, what is it Lance?"

Bucky stiffened as he raised the bottle to his lips to take another drink. Lance was a man's name...

"Wh- well, yeah- no, not at all, only one interview so far... Nope, not good at all... Wait- really?!" Her excited squeal echoed out to the porch without him even having to try to hear it. "Wow, that would be great! I mean, thank you," she said more professionally and laughed. "Yeah, sure, not like I have any pressing matters," she chuckled. "When- yeah, yeah ok. I can do that. Ok, see you tomorrow!" She chirped happily.

Bucky set down his water and paced back to the punching bag and struck at it more, swearing it wasn't jealousy that he was feeling knotting in the pit of his stomach.

... ... ...

"So, my friend from the gym called me, and he said that his sister's gym is thinking about hiring a trainer, and he asked if I wanted him to put a good word in for me," (Y/n) told Bucky at dinner, her excitement obvious in her voice.

He didn't even glance up at her as he hummed.

(Y/n)'s brow crimped in confusion. "So... I'm going to go meet him tomorrow to talk about the job," she continued with less enthusiasm.

Bucky looked up, noticing that he had caused her happiness to fade.

"This one might actually work out, since I have an in already," she murmured to her plate.