Imagine cooking in the compound. You are trying to make a dough but it sticks to you to the bowl to everything. You are just about to give up when you can feel two hands sliding on your hips, under your arms to hold and fix the bowl.

‘Doll, you should have asked for help. You k ow I’m happy to do this every time you are cooking.’ He sighs with voice low and calm.

‘Thank you, Bucky!’ You smile and now finally you make some progress. It’s nice to be like this. It calms you. Bucky pressed against your back, warming you delicately, his arms securing not only to bowl but you too. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, even and calm. You tilt your head a little when he leans in to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck. You sigh a little and close your eyes to enjoy the sensations.

‘Don’t let yourself to get distracted, doll!’ He purrs into your skin grinning, but he has no intentions to stop it. And you are more than happy about it. It feels like home for the both of you.