Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 23

Bucky had seemed twitchy all morning, and (Y/n) had started suspecting that he was up to something.

"You feeling ok?" She asked as she put a stack of pancakes on his plate.

"Yeah- yeah, fine. Why, what have you heard?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as a smile grew over her lips, and turned to the stove, turning back with a pan and pushing a few sausages onto his plate. "Not much, but nothing good," she teased back.

"Good," his voice rumbled lowly, sounding as though it had gained some heat, "then I can stick to all the bad things I wanna do."

(Y/n)'s hands tightened on the pan and spatula in them and she swallowed in an attempt to soothe her now dry throat as she felt her panties dampen a little.

Bucky noticed the way (Y/n) ran her tongue over her bottom lip, realizing by now that it was some sort of nervous tick, and worried if he'd gone just a little fast for her. "I- I just- that thing we got the dress for... It's tonight," he told her, feeling his nerves start tightening again.

"Oh," she murmured. "What, ah- what is it we're going to?" She asked, her heart speeding up at the thought that he was not only choosing to take her with him, but also had gotten her an amazing, and expensive, dress to wear.

"It's a surprise," he smiled to her.

"How will I know how to act?" She asked pointedly as she carried his plate to him and set it down.

Bucky's smile was soft, but still made her heart skip a beat or two, especially when he took her hand in his. "Just be yourself. You're perfect the way you are, doll," he told her.

(Y/n)'s heart stopped, not just skipped a beat- completely stopped. She wasn't sure how the blood managed to get up to her cheeks without her heart beating, but somehow it did, warming her face. He was gazing up at her, his eyes full of fondness at the sight of her blood filled cheeks, and (Y/n) was aware of her heart beating again, throbbing painfully.

Bucky stood, searching her eyes as his flesh hand left the job of holding her hand to his metal one, going up to brush over, then cup her cheek. "You ok, doll?"

(Y/n) gave a small gasp and realized that she hadn't taken a breath for a moment. "F-fine," she murmured as she looked up into his eyes. His lips turned up in a heart melting smile, and surprise- her heart melted. "P-pancakes!" (Y/n) blinked and tried to step back.

Bucky moved with her, his eyes on her lips and trailing back up to her eyes. "They're not burning, doll," he told her softly, the corner of his mouth quirking before falling as he licked his lips, his eyes dropping to her lips. His lips parted and a soft, warm breath blew across her lips, bringing a soft scent of him with it that made her inner muscles tense.

Bucky licked his lips again and a smirk grew over them as he watched his thumb trace over her bottom lip, his eyes lifting back up to (Y/n)'s. "I'm really looking forward to tonight, doll. (Y/n)," he murmured before dropping his hand and stepping back. He waited until she turned and went back to the stove before he sat down, his gaze following her as she filled her plate and sat down.

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(Y/n) stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She had bought some makeup, thinking that if whatever gathering Bucky was dragging her to was fancy enough for the three hundred dollars he'd spent on the outfit, she could spend fifty or so dollars and some effort on makeup so that she didn't embarrass him by letting the other people there think that she didn't care enough to look nice by their standards.