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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𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 lets the yellow rays of the sun warm her face, enjoying the heat it provides. The sheets have been thrown to the floor. A sheen of sweat covers her naked body instead. Her breathing is still heavy and erratic. Bucky's form is in the same state beside her. His metal arm beneath her head cools her and they simultaneously turn their heads, both smiling and grinning. He leans in and presses his lips to hers, but it doesn't turn into a real kiss as they burst out in hoarse, tired laughter. Bucky gets onto his side and brushes a lock of hair out of her face, sending her a dashing smile.
"Hi," she giggles after a long, content hum.
"Hey, sugar, what's a pretty gal like you doin' 'roun 'ere?" Bucky purrs and kisses her forehead.
"I have a habit of getting too friendly with strays," she laughs and slings an arm over his warm body, pulling him closer. "Lord, that was good."
Bucky hums in agreement and kisses the top of her head. "D'you wanna go down to that food market down by the square?"
She thoughtfully stares up at him. "I'd have to put on clothes for that, wouldn't I?"
"I think some people might stare a little if you didn't," he says with a painfully sarcastic grimace.
"I might not like that," she mumbles and lets out a greatly exaggerated groan.
"We can stay in too, drive out of town again," he offers.
"Go naked-driving on your bike?"
"I was thinking we take the car if you're so against clothes," Bucky chuckles, shaking his head.
"I thought you were still working on the car?" She says and turns back around to face him, staring up at him.
"Sure, but I always am. It can move."
"What if I put on clothes but we still go with the car then? What did Sam say the other day, it needs to feel the road to feel alive?" She grins and folds her arms on his chest, propping her chin on top.
Bucky smirks and puts his fleshy arm behind his head. Olivia begins drawing small circles on his toned chest with each of her pointer fingers while his metal ones trail up and down the bumps of her spine.
"Ya almost soundin' like you belong," he chuckles.
"Well, it's about time, right?"
His eyebrows furrow. "Is that what you want?"
"Lord, that's a serious question," she laughs and shrugs.
"Ya ever thought 'bout our future?" He asks and tilts his head.
