the fine line between us ¹ ∣ ʙ.ʙ

3. new world

AFTER A RESTLESS NIGHT, she kept on waking up to nightmares, just to have Bucky holding her tightly causing her to go back to sleep.

Y/n woke up for the final time, as the light glistened into his room. Bucky's bed wearing the same clothes she wore the day before.

He was burying his head into her neck as he held her close to him. Her body wrapped around his. Y/n opened her eyes to face the other side, where everything was empty. He groaned a little as she went to turn her body.

Continuing to turn, she faced him, his eyes hooded, while he pulled her towards him as if she were a pillow. "Buck-" she sighed, letting out a small laugh. He was content to simply kiss the side of her head.

"кукла" Bucky muttered, in her hair.
(doll)

Y/N's stomach twisted involuntarily as she spoke Russian before she wrapped her leg around him and crawled on top of him, glancing at his bare chest. His eyes opened, and he glanced at her lying on top of him.

After looking at her, Bucky raised the normal hand, putting the metal hand behind her as a stabilizing hand, knowing that it would always be stronger. After brushing her (Y/H/T) hair out of her face, his hand reached up to her hair.

While Y/n lost herself in the sensation of his lips on top of hers, he leaned forward and connected their lips. The feeling of his beard growing in made her cringe a little, causing him to slowly bite her lip as he backed up.

"Shave, Please," Y/n said with a grin, looking down at him. "Keep the beard, but it's getting too big-...I like the hair tho-" Bucky nodded his head before grabbing her waist, and putting her not their bed.

While standing up, he muttered, "I love you," before reconnecting their lips again.

As Y/n lifted herself up, she grasped his cheek. Her hand was tightly grasped by Bucky as he placed his arm around her hips and let go as she backed off, seated in bed.

Y/n said, "I love you even more-" he shook his head before it placed a kiss on her forehead before he immediately went to the bathroom.

While slightly biting her lip, Y/N sat on the bed, trying to hold back a smile. It felt as though she had become immersed in his clothes.

Rather than preparing for the rest of the day, she wanted to just lay and relax with him for the remainder of the day.

After a couple of minutes, Bucky walked back into the room with his beard trimmed down, and his arm clean, along with the black shirt from last night.

"You know, I could have helped you clean, your arm-" Y/n said, sitting in the middle of his queen-sized bed.

Bucky shook his head before sitting back next to Y/n, as she moved over.

"I know, it's easier to do it myself...then Im not distracted-" Bucky muttered, looking towards the nightstand.

Y/n sat up on her knees before wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her head on the shoulder that had metal on it, giving a cold feeling. "what's bothering you?" She asked, softly tracing the lines on his shoulder.

Bucky looked away from the book on the nightstand, before looking at his hand.

"I know who killed Yori's son-" Bucky muttered.

Y/n sighed while sitting down normally on the bed while he turned looking at her.

"Do you know him..." Y/n muttered, "Or is he a part of you-"

Bucky sighed, a little. "Both,"

"Listen," Y/n said sitting and looking at him. "You're doing way better at me when it comes to dealing with everything that I did in my past-...Your saying sorry...because it wasn't you-" Y/n continued, looking into his blue eyes while he looked down at him.