Warrior

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

*A/N: the next chapter will be the last of this book, and will be the longest, as I may switch POV's between Bucky and Natasha but I hope you enjoy the book. I'm still thinking of a name for the next one but it'll be up soon.*

BUCKY'S POV

I never understood why in movies, people danced around while they were cooking with music playing loudly. Not until today. Nat and I have been on plenty of dates and we hang out here all the time but we usually get take out for dinner. Steve understood why we hadn't had sex yet, his first time with Tony had been special too - he didn't need to remind me, he told me after it happened... in detail -. Steve hung out until Tony stopped pouting and I needed to get dinner started.
For dinner, I made chicken and mushroom lasagne which I remember Nat saying is her favourite. I also tried making a chocolate cheesecake but it'll probably be very bad.
Once both are in the oven and fridge, I set my little table that I nicked off of Dion with candles and some fancy looking place mats I found in a cupboard.
With everything basically done, I rush to have a shower and change into black jeans, a red button up shirt with elbow length sleeves, and my favourite boots because I can. The cuts on my arms and thighs are just scars that are slowly fading. I've been working with a school councillor on my mental health so I can join the army programme when school ends and I graduate.
Just as I'm pulling the lasagne out to cool, there's a knock at the door. I almost go sliding to go answer it. Almost.
Once again, I feel severely under dressed once I see her in black dress. I've never seen anything quite like it, it suits her figure extremely well but I'm looking forward to seeing it off, even if I'm nervous for later on.
Before I can think about what to do, I pull her in for a long kiss, just loving her lips against my own. Nat kisses back, her hands on my shirt collar to pull me down more.
We pull away, both of us breathing deep and trying to catch our breaths with stupid grins.
"I can't wait for more of that later." I admit with hot cheeks and letting her inside the apartment.
"Food first, lover boy." Nat pats my chest, placing her backpack down by the couch.
"I made lasagne and cheesecake," I tell her, moving to the kitchen to plate up. "The cheesecake might be pretty gross."
"I'm sure it'll be great, James." Nat chuckles, draping her jacket over the back of a chair. "You even have candles."
"No wine though." I chuckle apologetically, putting a slice of lasagne on each plate. "I have lemonade and coke."
"Lemonade please." Nat smiles at me.
I nod, grabbing out two glasses and pouring some lemonade into each. I take the glasses to the table first, then the plates after turning down the music. We both sit down and tuck into our food.
"Are you feeling better?" I ask, what happened last night on my mind.
"I am," Nat smiles. "You helped a lot with dealing."
"I didn't like hearing you upset, it scared me." I shrug, putting some chicken in my mouth. "I had to know you'd be alright."
"Thank you for taking me to Montauk, James." She rubs my hand like she normally does.
"We should go there again, just preferably not at midnight when no one knows." I laugh awkwardly, watching her smile and put food in her mouth.
"Maybe we could take the horses there one day for a ride?" Nat suggests. I nod excitedly because I love Natasha's horses. We talk until our plates are empty and we're both full. "That was really good."
"I'm surprised the cheesecake didn't crash and burn." I'm genuinely shocked about that. I pile the plates into my hands and go to put them in the dishwasher. "Are you sure it's okay that we've never, you know, had sex?"
"What do you mean?" Nat asks, walking over and placing her hands on my sides.
"I mean, I have no idea what to do." I mumble, rubbing my face against my shoulder shyly.
"We'll take it slow and easy, okay?" Nat tells me gently, moving her hands up my chest to my collar and pulling me down for a heated kiss.
At some point during the kiss, my shirt gets tossed somewhere and we move to my room. Our clothes get tossed across the room but I don't care, I stay focused on Nat throughout my first time. Our first time together. And don't worry, we used a condom. We aren't having any babies.
"Are you sure you haven't done that before?" Nat puffs for breath against my side. I let out a breathy laugh and roll over to wrap my arms around her.
"Was I any good?" I ask worriedly, playing with her hair a little.
"Perfect." She assures me, tracing shapes on my ribs.
"You're perfect." I mutter tiredly, pressing my lips to her forehead and pulling her closer. "Are you tired?"
"Very." She yawns, nuzzling her head under my chin.
We don't bother pulling the blanket up over our tangled bodies, we just fall asleep together.
I wake up hours later to a warm weight on my front. I can't help the smile when I awkwardly look down to see my gorgeous girlfriend contently asleep on top of me. Kind of reminds me of a cat. I rub my hand up and down her back and play with the tips of her hair until the urge to pee overwhelms me. I very carefully move her off me, and thankfully, she doesn't hold on, so I can slip out of bed.
A sigh escapes as I pee, and as soon as I'm done, I go to tuck myself back into my undies until I remember I'm not wearing any. But when I go back to my room, Nat is awake and buttoning up my shirt around her with a cheeky smirk, and I see my boxers peaking out underneath.
"Mornin'." I give her a lopsided smile and pull on some fresh undies.
"Hey lover boy." Nat all but purrs, squeezing my butt.
"Pancakes?" I turn and kiss her on the lips with a smile.
"You and pancakes." She rolls her eyes with a sly smirk back on her lips but she nods.