Winter's Widow

Chapter 120: Be My Heater?

Bucky's pov:

I just got home from a mission. It's 4 in the morning. Nobody's awake, not even Tony. I'm exhausted, but I'm still driven. I haven't seen my girl in two weeks. That's my drive. Feels like forever ago when I said goodbye. I went straight to my room so I could drop off my weapons, shower and change. Something simple, mostly because I was in a rush. Gray tee with black jeans and boots. Now that the hard part is over and done with, I can finally see my little ballerina. I feel bad about waking her up so early, but I just want to cuddle. It's been so fucking long.

I quietly creak open her bedroom door and shut it behind me. I see her figure in bed under the covers. You can see how small she really is when she's just a little pile under the sheets. Her cherry red hair sprawled over the pillow is always a lovely sight to see. She looks so peaceful. I slowly approach and sit on the bed next to her. I put my metal hand in her hair and feel her stirring...

"...James...?" She moans sleepily.

"Hey dolly."

"I thought you were coming home next week...?"

"Finished the mission fast."

"I don't wanna get up yet...I'm tired..."

"Why? What happened? What did you do?"

"Long night..."

"Long night...?"

"Tony got me fucked up..." She groans.

"...What do you mean? What did he do?" I wont bother hiding my concern.

"Oh, you don't know? Good thing you weren't here last night."

"Why? What happened with you and Tony? What the fuck did he do?"

"Hey, chill. It's alright. You don't need to worry so much, jeez."

"No, what did he do? Do I need to kick his ass?"

"He held a charity ball last night and made me attend."

"Christ Natalia, you scared me..."

"What did you think happened?"

"Nevermind."

I put my hand on her shoulder. So warm... I pull the sheets down just a little and press my face to her bare back.

"You're so warm and soft..." I groan.

"You want a hug...?" She complains.

"Yes. Please. Now."

"Fine, then I'm going back to bed." She sighs.

She rolls out of bed tiredly. When she stands up, my eyes instantly snap to her body. I go wide eyed at the outfit she slept in. Pantyhose, garter belt, lace bra and panties. All black.

Oh my fucking god she's adorable.

"I told you. Charity ball. I was so tired by the end of the night I couldn't change...You can stop staring now."

"...Боже мой..." I can't tear my eyes off her. ...Oh my god...

"Christ Barnes, do you want a hug or not?"

I quickly jump up and hug her tightly. She's so warm and soft. She smells like perfume, still lingering from last night. My hands smooth up and down her little waist until she pulls away far too soon. She crawls back in bed and under the covers. I hop in bed next to her and wrap my arms around her. I bury my face in her chest. She smells like roses. So smooth and soft. She's like a cuddly heater. God she's so fucking cute when she's tired. The outfit isn't helping.