Hard to Love (Bucky Barnes fanfic)

Chapter 11

It took everything in me to not start singing or dancing throughout the movie. I did however tap my fingers on my leg to the beat of each song as it came up. You can't sit through this film and just sit completely still. I even saw Steve tap his foot to a few songs

"You cold?" Steve asks as the scene where Freddie plays the tape of Queen singing 'Love of my Life' to their biggest crowd at the time for his fiancé was starting

As the crowd got louder, Freddie stopped singing to listen in astonishment. I couldn't help but to get goosebumps, a shiver running through my veins. That's how you know the music is good. I will admit, I am actually starting to get cold. I only chose volleyball style shorts to tease Bucky earlier but now I'm paying the price

"I told her to put real clothes on." Bucky jokes, glancing at me, starting at my exposed legs and slowly climbing his way to my face, our eyes locking

Love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me, because you don't know What it means to me

Could the author be any more cheesy with this? I mean seriously

"Shut up and hand me a blanket." I slap his arm playfully. He reaches into the basket of blankets on the floor next to him and hands me a Sherpa lined throw blanket. I take it, thanking him and curling my knees to my chest as the soft fabric instantly warms me

We finish the movie in silence, which I don't mind. Let's me internally jam out to the music better without interruption. As the credits start to roll, Steve gets up

"Well that was.. definitely different. But good." He stretches his arms above his head

"You headed to bed?" I ask as he yawns. It was only 8pm but Steve usually goes to bed earlier than most

"Yeah, got a mission in the morning. I'll catch you two later." Steve then leaves us. I sigh as he disappears from view

"Guess we should head to bed too huh?" I ask, starting to strip the warm blanket off. A rough hand on my thigh stops my movement and makes my heart flutter. I turn my head to see Bucky staring at where his hand snuck under the warm fuzzy fabric and is now resting

"I'm not all that tired... yet." His eyes lock with mine at the last word, his voice low and husky. I chew on my bottom lip, trying to control my breathing and not show how his words affect me. Don't think I did all too well

"That's very distracting babygirl." Bucky reaches over, grabbing my chin and pulls my bottom lip out with his thumb. He looks at my lips, gently gripping my thigh as he does. My body reacting to the pet name he's given me

"Everything I do is 'distracting' to you." I chuckle, not pulling away from him. He smirks, now starting to lean in

His lips now so close to mine, one small movement from either of us and we'd be starting something I don't think we'd be able to stop again. You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. It felt like that was the only kind of tension ever with us. He glances from my lips to my eyes, looking for consent to continue. When I don't meet his gaze and curl my lips between my teeth, he pulls away, respectfully removing all contact he had on my body

"Everything okay?" He asks, sitting back with a concerned expression. I sigh, slumping my shoulders

"No Buck... things aren't okay." I put my head in my hands. When he doesn't respond, I take that as my queue to continue. "We can't keep doing.. this to each other. I don't like Tony's new rule but we're just going to end up hurt if we continue.." I lift my head to look at him. He looked both ashamed and empty as my words sunk in. It pained me knowing I caused those feelings in him