Summary: Bucky survives the war and comes home just a little bit changed. His girl loves him anyways, and she knows exactly how to show it.
Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4425
Warning: Fluff, feelings, and SMUT.
A/N: Hi, this is my favorite thing ever. I loved writing it and I so want to write more. I hope you guys like it too, please let me know what you think!
“Dahlin,”
Bucky whispers in her ear as they sway together in the smoky dance hall, lazy
jazz music washing over them from the band in the corner. “Let’s go home.”
She presses a kiss to his jaw, a smile
on her lips.
James hands stay appropriately high on
her hips, just as he promised her. But she knows he’s dying to let them slip
lower and rove over the curve of her ass. “I’m not done dancin’ yet, and you
promised me a nice night out.”
“That I did,” he sighs. “Promised ya.”
She leans close, mouth against his
ear, maybe a little too close to be appropriate. “You’ve been so good for me
tonight.”
He shivers against her a little before
pulling away as the song playing ends with a flourish. There’s a blush high on
his cheekbones. Y/N takes his hand, an innocent smile on her face. “You’re a
handsome devil, Bucky Barnes.”
His smile is wide and charming as he
allows her to pull him back across the hall. “I’ll buy you a drink, dahlin,” he
says, tightening his fingers against hers. “If you aren’t quite ready ta go home
yet.”
Tetralea 