Olivia Vitale is trying her best to get her life back on track. After escaping an abusive relationship, she moves back to her home city of Joy. She promises her roommate Carol to take it slow with relationships. That promise becomes harder to keep a...
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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 leans up against the doorframe with a soft smile on his face. Olivia erratically walks around her room and finds clothes. She picks up a piece, unfolds it and looks it over only to throw it across the room again. He's coming to understand why there are so many clothes splayed randomly across her room.
"Liv, it doesn't really matter what ya wear," he chuckles and she shoots him the most offended expression.
"Yes, it does! I wanna look good when I meet everyone," she huffs.
Bucky can't lie. It's ridiculously cute but she doesn't seem to notice the way his smile softens as she frantically rushes around. They ended up showering separately because of the late hour and they both knew they wouldn't get very far if they took a shower together. Seeing her run around in just her underwear isn't making it easy for him, though. It would be so easy to peel the layers off her and put her back down in the bed.
"I want to look good for you too," she mumbles absentmindedly and grabs onto a white top and a red skirt.
Bucky licks his lips, piqued by her words that were probably just meant to be thoughts, he pushes off from the doorframe and walks over to her. Olivia looks up, the two pieces of fabric held up against her body.
"If it's my pick, you're not gonna wear anythin', sugar," he says and cups her face, softly kissing her.
"Then we'd also stay here all day. I'm excited to meet everyone. You know, Sam apologised to me last night," she says, smiling while putting the white shirt on the bed. She starts pulling on the skirt. His eyes are locked on her as she bends over in front of him, tits spilling out of her bra.
"He did?"
"Yeah, and I'm excited to see what Loki's like too..." her movement briefly stops. "... those people you sent after Brock..."
She stands up straight, watching him.
"What about 'em?"
"Do you think they caught him?"
Bucky sits down on the bed, thinking for a couple of seconds. He did shoot Rumlow right in the leg and another bullet grazed him. Most people wouldn't be able to run far like that. They've probably locked him up in the back of the shop, hopefully, knocked him out until they get there.
"Yeah... I'll kick their asses if they didn't. Guy was shot in the leg," he replies and leans back on his palms, watching her get dressed.
How her curves move is already getting to him. Her thick thighs pool over the waistband of the skirt as she struggles to pull it up. She finally gets it up around her waist where she zips it up, accentuating her small waist. She looks fucking perfect. Olivia strides up to him, hips swaying from side to side, and she reaches for the top. Bucky quickly grabs it. She places her hands on her waist and tilts her head to the side. He licks his lips, studying her figure. The red skirt ends right at the middle of her thighs. She looks so damn good in red.
