Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 65

Maggie's eyes creaked open, squinting at the bright morning sun beaming in through the window.

She stretched, letting out a big yawn. Sleepily rolling over in bed to grab hold of James. When her arm extended, she felt nothing, but the empty mattress beside her. It felt cold, making it clear he had been out of bed for a while now.

A small frown formed over her features. Sad he wasn't there to cuddle her. She figured he was either on a work call or working out, so she nuzzled back into the warmth of the bedsheets. Enjoying that perfect temperature one could only achieve after a restful night's sleep.

Just as sleep started creep back up on her, she heard footsteps fading into the room. Still to exhausted to open her eyes, she held her spot, tucked under the heap of Canadian goose down duvet and cashmere throws.

The mattress dipped beside her, making her peek up to find James sitting on the edge wearing an odd expression. Like a mix between nerves and bliss, spread over his strong features. His lips were curled slightly, staring down at her with intent filled blue eyes. He was in one of his sickeningly soft t-shirts and lounge pants, looking cozy as ever.

"Morning, beautiful."

Maggie pulled a sleepy grin, lifting her arms from under the duvet and resting them on top, so it was just above her bare breasts. "Hi." She breezed.

James reached down stroking the side of her face, running his calloused thumb over her pouty bottom lip. Tilting his head as he gazed down at her. Taking in her current state. Rested, barefaced, and practically glowing. "Hungry?"

She nodded, humming in the affirmative. Letting out a yawn and wiping off her watering eyes with her palms. "And sleepy." She added.

He chucked, "I suppose that's my doing," he teased, referencing the passionate nature of the night before. He bent down to kiss her before standing to his feet. Walking into the closet to find one of his sweaters for her before moving back to her side.

Sitting up from the mattress, Maggie lifted her arms, letting him dress her. He hooked his hands onto her waist, lifting her from the nest of comfort. Cradling her gently while he walked them downstairs.

Maggie's eyes widened as they rounded the corner. Gawking at the gorgeous spread in the middle of the living room.

The couches and tables had been pushed to the side, with a huge spread of breakfast sitting over a quilt in the dead center. Waffles, eggs, bacon, and fruit. All flawlessly prepared and waiting patiently to to be devoured. Flowers were gathered in colorful bouquets around the arrangement.

As they got closer, she realized that the quilt underneath all the food was her mother's. She was sure of it. It was the one she used every Sunday morning as a child and the first time she had a breakfast picnic with James. She had stored it away in the linen closet on the fourth floor of their home when she first moved in. Wondering how James even found it.

She looked at him with a surprised expression. "James, this is incredible. What's the occasion?"

He set her down on the floor, just adjacent to the feast. "I woke up in a mood." He stated simply, not having to clarify that he meant a positive one, considering all the work he put in just to feed her.

Blinking her eyes, she took everything in. Her mouth was agape, astounded by his efforts. She had never felt this kind of affection from anyone before him. For every bit as wicked as he could be, he was equally as romanic. Never failing to leave her completely blown away.

An inkling that he had something up his sleeve was nagging at her, but she brushed away the concerns, too excited about the food for the moment in time.