Hard to Love (Bucky Barnes fanfic)

Chapter 12

I know what's awaiting for me when I open my eyes. Sunlight peaking through the crack in my grey blackout curtains, a half ass clean room, and a sleeping super soldier that's crushing half of me under his body

At some point in the night, Bucky turned over onto his stomach and me onto my back. He draped his arm across my waist and held me to him like I would suddenly vanish into thin air. His head tucked into the crook of my neck as his hair covered half of his face. His slow warm breathing sometimes blowing the strands, tickling my skin

I wanted to lay like this forever. Or at least wake up to him by my side forever. I carefully comb the hair from his face, tucking it loosely behind his ear and sigh with complete bliss

The arm he has wrapped across me tightens, squeezing me even closer to him almost becoming painful and hard to breathe

"Good morning.." Buckys tired husky voice grumbles out. His words vibrate through my bones

Holy fuck his sleepy voice is so hot

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?" I smile, more to myself. He slowly props himself up on his elbow to look at me, the metal glistening from the sliver of sunlight shining in on us

He smirks. "The best I've slept in a long time but.. I must still be dreaming. There's no way I could be sharing a bed with you right now." I let out a small laugh

"I can pinch you if you'd like." I gently grab a small amount of skin on his arm that's still draped over me

His eyes darken, holding a sultry promise to them and a mischievous grin on his lips. I raise an intrigued brow at him as a smile plays at the corners of my mouth. I squeeze his skin a little harder between my fingers

He retaliates by pinching my side almost immediately. I gasp and lurch into him, laughter spilling from us both. I squeeze his arm again in rebuttal but he again pinches my side, this time closer to my hip. I bite my lip, pinching his arm a final time. He drags his hand under me, caressing my ass but doesn't return the pinch which peaks my interest

I cup his cheek with my free hand, stroking my thumb against his rough stubble. He meets my gaze, taking a daring glance at my parted lips. We both relax into the other, enjoying just holding one another. I glide my thumb over his bottom lip extra slow

"Amelia.." he breathes out almost in a warning tone, desire written all over him clear as day

Fuck the rule

* "чем говорить, лучше поцелуй меня" I speak almost fluently, surprising us both. After the brief shock, a big smile spreads across his features as he leans in, brushing his lips against mine
(* = shut up and kiss me)

** "с удовольствием" He growls lowly. At that, he closes the gap between us, molding our lips together
(** = with pleasure)

It wasn't a gentle peck of the lips either

It was hunger

It was lust

It was passion

Once we got a taste for the other, we couldn't contain ourselves. We were each other's addiction, and boy did I need my fix

I moved my hand from his face into his hair, tangling my fingers in the strands and deepening the kiss. My other hand gripped his arm, gently tugging him. He caught onto my message and crawled on top of me, laying between my legs. He propped himself up, placing one hand by my shoulder. His other hand dipped under the fabric of my shirt and was slowly gliding up my abdomen

My body felt on fire and tingly everywhere he touched. My core beginning to throb, wanting him to release all the tension building behind it. He pressed his hips to mine, giving me a feel for the beast behind his joggers. I moan quietly into his mouth, moving my hips against his for more friction. He lets out a low pleasurable groan