Day 22- Making s'mores-Bucky

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Your P.O.V.

"I don't understand how this is a Christmas tradition" my boyfriend Bucky states

"That's because you're and adorable little cinnamon nugget, now come on" I say pulling him

Tonight we are making s'mores on our fireplace. I used to do this as a kid and I want to keep it is as a Christmas tradition. I really hope he enjoyed it, because s'mores are absolutely amazing.

"But what if we burn down the house?" Bucky asks

"That won't happen" I laugh

"But what f it does?" He replies

"Why don't you want to make s'mores?" I ask

"I'm just nervous, what if I don't like them" he sighs

"Seriously? Haven't you ever had a s'more before?" I say shocked

"I have, but with y'know being the Winter Solider and all I've forgotten if I like them" he explains

"Ok, you are so eating a s'more. You'll love it, trust me" I laugh

We get the marshmallows, chocolate and crackers and sit my the fireplace. I show Bucky how to roast the marshmallow and then put it on the cracker without it falling off. He puts chocolate on it and then eats it.

I stare at him intently to see his reaction. He isn't showing any signs of disliking it.

"So? Is it good?" I ask

"Yeah, this was a good idea" he smiles wrapping his arms around me

We make a few more s'mores and I touch Bucky's nose with a roasted marshmallow.

"Eww (Y/n), now my nose is sticky" he whines

"Aww, can't the famous 'Winter Solider' handle a sticky nose?" I tease

He jumps on top of me and tickles ,y sides. I can't push him off so all I can do is beg him to stop.

"Please stop Bucky!" I say through laughter

"Only if you clean my nose for me" he replies

"Yes ok, just stop" I say and he stops tickling me

He pulls back and I jump onto him, licking his nose.

"Eww seriously?" He asks

"You said I had to clean your nose, you didn't say how" I reply hugging him

"You're weird" he says

"And you're an innocent lil' cinnamon nugget" I giggle

"I'm not innocent" he says trailing his hands very low on my back

"Hands on my waist" I whisper

We stay there basking in each others warmth by the fireplace. Occasionally eating a few s'mores and talking about what we want for Christmas.

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