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The Night We Met ~Lord Huron

The Night We Met ~Lord Huron

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𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

It had been a few days since Cameron had found Bucky's old stuff from the 40s. After that day they had taken the bag with them and into their house. He had showed her every photo and every small thing inside it, explaining to her all the memories behind each of that stuff.

It was a late afternoon and the two were on the big couch, watching some tv as rain fell down outside. She had finally convinced him to watch all her favourite movies and they were now watching 'The Notebook', one of her absolute favourites. They were laying down on the couch, Cameron basically on top of Bucky as he held tightly her waist with one arm, while with his free hand he played with her hair.

"You know, I always pictured you to be like Noah in the 40s", she told him with a small smirk as she looked up at him from her position on his chest.

"I'm not blonde", he simply replied with a low chuckle.

"I mean, like, your personality. Kind of cocky, but sweet and loving", she told him with a small smile as she rested her head on his chest.

"I kind of was, but I didn't have to do all of that to get noticed by girls", he told her with a smirk and she gasped in fake shock as she looked back up at him.

"Oh, so Steve was right?", she asked him with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, God. What did he tell you?", he asked her with a grunt as he leaned his head back.

"He told me that you basically had a new girlfriend every week and you were a ladies man. Poor guy was always third wheeling", she said with a small chuckle as she watched him roll his eyes.

"Now, he's exaggerating", he grumbled while she kept laughing softly.

"But he also said that he has never seen you look at someone like you look at me", she then told him with a soft voice as she leaned closer to him, softly kissing his jaw. A smile formed on his face as his grip on her waist tightened and he slowly sat up straighter, his back now leaning against the couch.

He positioned Cameron on his lap and she chuckled softly as his hands made their way inside her t-shirt, which was way too big for her since she had stolen it from him. He leaned down and kissed her softly and passionately, his hands softly tracing her back as her hands went in his hair.

"He's right about that", he told her softly as they slowly parted, but still remained close.

Cameron smiled at him as her hands were still in his hair and a small chuckle left her lips.

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