Skinny!Steve is hell cold in their shared apartmant and keeps refusing Bucky’s offers to join him in the bed.
‘Steve,
please, get in here!’ Bucky said a bit louder these words for the thousands
time at that night. Even if it was night and complete calmness and silence in
their apartment he wasn’t sure his friend could hear it at the first five
times.
‘No, Buck, I’m all good, go to sleep!’ Steve replied
from the living room, his voice clearly shaking from the cold. Bucky shook his
head and fall back on the mattress with a loud annoyed sigh. He would sleep, he
really would but he couldn’t until Steve was laying on the couch clearly and
loudly shaking by the terrible cold.
‘Please, Steve! You are wearing two sweaters and you
are still cold, come in here!’ The brunette’s voice was calm and patient in
contrast with his feelings. He was so done with Steve’s stubbornness for that
day. He got no reply, so he kept talking. ‘Steve, if you are not coming in
I will go out and carry you to the bed, I swear!’ He tried, but still didn’t
get any answer, the only thing he could hear was Steve’s teeth clenching
together as he was shaking.
‘I can fight you, Buck! Don’t think you are stronger just
because you are the taller one!’ The blond man replied with clear resistance
and seemingly ready to fight.
‘Please, I’d love to sleep, but I can’t until you are
freezing, it’s too loud, Stevie!’ Bucky laughed and got out of the bed. He
hissed a little when his feet touched the icy cold ground. ‘We can’t
afford buying medicines tomorrow, because you caught a cold!’ He said gently
and sat on a cushion next to the couch.
‘What are you doing?’ Steve asked a bit startled and
lift his head from the couch.
‘I’m gonna sit here with you until you finally come to
the bed. I’m even going to sleep here if you insist on staying.’ He announced
with a similarly stubborn tone.
‘You are the worst! Why do you care so much?’ Steve
snorted turning to his back and staring at the cracked ceiling. ‘You gonna
catch a cold, Bucky!’
‘Not if you come to the bed!’ He claimed and rest his
forehead on his forearms which hugged his knees tightly. It really was cold, he
just hoped that he could convince Steve like this. After a few minutes he
started shaking as well, even if he tried to pull his knees as close to himself
as he could.
His ears caught a little shuffling noise, and he could
feel Steve standing next to him.
‘So, are you coming?’ He mumbled as his footsteps lead
to Bucky’s bedroom. The brunette’s lips curled up a little before he got up and
crawled into the bed too. He laid behind Steve not touching him but close
enough to make him a bit warmer.
In a few minutes Steve let out a content sigh as the
heat radiating from Bucky quickly warmed his frozen limbs. With both of them
under the blankets made it feel definitely warmer and more comfortable. Bucky
was fast asleep, he could hear his deep steady breathing behind him. Easy for
him he hadn’t felt this weird tingly, chest pressing, exciting feeling which
made his toes curl in joy.
Finally, he could fall asleep listening to the steady
breathing of his friend and the warmth surrounding his body. He automatically
scooted closer to Bucky in his sleep pressing his back to his wide chest.
Strong arms got wrapped around his fragile waist as the brunette pulled him
closer burying his nose to the cork of Steve’s neck and deeply inhaled the
familiar scent of his.
It felt nice and natural to sleep like this, wrapped
around each other, Bucky curling up to Steve’s back protectively, trying to
prevent him from being cold. They stayed like this during the whole night, it
was only the morning, left Bucky surprised when he woke up with Steve’s blond
locks blocking his view on his chest. He didn’t move first, he wanted to enjoy
this moment for a little, feeling the soft skin under his fingers and the slow
breathing against his side. Than he tilted his head to place a long, gentle
kiss on the messy blond hair. Maybe one day he can tell him. Maybe one day he
can tell Steve, maybe one day he will sleep in his bed voluntarily and maybe then
they can wake up like this every day, holding each other tight and safe.
It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.
However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.
Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.
Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.
Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.
‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.
The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.
Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.
Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.
‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.
‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.
‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.
‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.
‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.
The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.
‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 1 k+ Warning: Lot of fluff, love, pregnancy
Summary: You and Sebastian are expecting your first child. One night you get all insecure about this whole thing, and Seb tries to comfort you in his sweetest way.
A/N: I have never been pregnant before, but it seem scary to me.
It was early in the morning you woke up and wiped down the tears of your face. You bit on your tongue not to cry again as the extremely vivid pictures of your dream showed up again. Your grip tightened around your blanket while your other hand slid on your belly as you tried to hold it together.
‘Hey, doll. What’s wrong? Have you had a nightmare?’ You could hear Sebastian’s sleepy voice next to you. He sat up, resting his chin on your shoulder.
You swallowed back your tears before starting to speak.
‘It was terrible. She hated me. I gave birth too early, she was so tiny and I couldn’t breastfed her.’ You cried burying your face into his neck.
‘It was just a nightmare. Everything will be alright.’ He tried to calm you while pulling back to the pillow.
You looked back at him with eyes covered in tears, lips trembling.
‘It’s alright. You won’t give birth too early, it’s only a week now until your due day.’ He mumbled the words slowly into your ear, pacing his hand on your baby bump.
‘I know, Seb, but what if something goes wrong? What if I wouldn’t be able to take care of her?’ You cried quietly, leaning to him.
‘Than we will figure it out, but I know you will be the best mother ever, the most caring loving one.’ He said, gently stroking your hands and belly. ‘I know it, because I know you. I have never meet anyone more loving and wonderful then you are. And I’m not saying this because I’m madly in love with you. But because I know this, I know you. Every time we travel somewhere together you are always the one packing some food or snacks for the travel. Also, every time I go to train early in the morning, you wake up just to remind me what I should take with me. When you make me food, to take away, you put a small piece of paper in my shoes to remind me with a cute drawing to lighten my morning. Every night you pull my blanket over my bare back to keep me warm, and if you can’t you crawl closer to keep my warm. You are already sing to our daughter and talk to her a lot, and she recognises you voice.’ He tried to remind you all the small stuff you did to him when he felt you really take care of him.
‘She recognises your voice too.’ You added softly, pulling his warm palm on your belly. ‘She always press her little feet to my belly when she can hear you and feel the warmth of your hand.’ You said, feeling your daughter moving.
‘I know, but still you are her mother. You are carrying her for nine months, preparing for meeting her, and believe me she will be amazing, and she will love you so much. So, believe me when I say, you will be alright, and everything else will be alright, because you have already did so much for that little baby inside of you. You sing to her, you talk to her every time, you are reading all those books… These may seem small things but these the ones which makes you a great mother. At least these were the things why I fell for you.’ He added peppering your hair with kisses.
‘Thank you.’ You cried again, trying to bury yourself in his strong arms. ‘I love you so, so much, Sebastian!’ You turned to him, catching his lips desperately. The kiss was slow, deep full with love, trust and care.
‘I love you too. Both of you.’ He mumbled into your lips. He was drawing little circles on your belly, feeling your daughter moving under his touch.
You turned on your side, tucking a pillow under your body and head, pulling the blanket over your back. When you settled Sebastian laid behind you, pulling you close, wrapping his arm around your body, placing his hand you your bump. He fall asleep quickly, you felt his even breathing on the back of your neck. It calmed you and his gentle touch calmed your daughter too, drifting both of you to sleep soon.
Tetralea 