WinterWidow <1950>

4. Love

"It's been like 4 hours since we met again. And this is already heading...somewhere. Isn't it?" Natasha whispered.

She looked at Bucky, who's eyes were still on the insides of Natasha's suit.

"You- you are just truly beautiful." Bucky leaned on to Natasha and kissed her lips.

He pulled back suddenly, and asked Natasha if he could trust her.
And, if she could trust him.
Natasha nodded, her face brightening.

Bucky took his shirt and gloves that were covering his hands off of his body.
Something was off.
It was his left arm. It wasn't skin. It was...metal. Metal arm. With a red star.
The other, was just like before.
And his perfect body too.
Natasha has no choice but to admire it.

Bucky smiled. "Do you like it?"

"You liked mine, didn't you. And yes, your body is perfect. Maybe even better than before." Natasha just smirked as she let out the unbelievable words.

"I meant the arm. But I know, and your chests were beautiful." Bucky bit his lips.

Natasha blushed, probably because of the mistake she made with the words. Then a sudden question mark formed in her head:

'What happened to his arm?'

She asked, Bucky didn't reply.
He just drank some water and headed over to Natasha.

"Love," he said as he looked at Natasha's face with gorgeous steel blue eyes of his. "Let's..let's continue shall we?"

His hands went over to the zipper again. Natasha didn't stop him.
Small goosebumps from the chill air formed on Natasha's bare arms.
Bucky unlocked the cuffs on her wrists and pinned them down on the bed with his hands instead.
He moved his legs on to the bed, he was now on top of Natasha, who was half bare like himself.

The air wasn't so cold anymore.

The only thing that gave chills was the screams of Bucky's name coming from the russian spy's mouth.