Happy 50th imagine, yay!

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"'Cause you're drunk," Bucky says, looking you in the eye. "'Cause I won't do anything to you when you're like this."

You begin to pout. "But Bucky..."

"Look, I love you, [Y/n]," He says, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, "I have for a while, but you're gonna get a hangover and forget all this. I won't hurt you or do somethin' you won't remember later."

"But I will remember," you mumble, inching back closer to him. "How could I forget this?"

Bucky gives a sad, knowing smile. "You'd be surprised at what you can forget, Doll."

Despite his pleas, you move your lips closer to his. Despite being wasted, you know exactly what you're doing. "Then make me not forget. Please, Bucky."

Bucky rests his hands on your hips, eyes shutting in focus. "[Y/n]..."

"Don't be afraid," you whisper, the intimacy of the two of you clearing your mind. "I want this. I want you."

Bucky's eyes flash open, and his lips move towards yours, letting everything he's held back for months out into the open. You gasp in surprise, kissing him back passionately as your hands wander to his long hair.

Bucky pushes you over onto your back, taking control but still being gentle. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he smiles, placing kisses down your neck.

"Oh, I think I do, if it's anything like how long I've wanted to do this." You slip your hands from his hair to the bottom of his tank-top, tugging it up. Bucky gets the idea and helps you pull it over his head. You give him a smile, running your hands down his torso.

"You're way too tempting, Doll," he laughs.

"Yep." You smile knowingly. "You know you love it."

TO BE CONTINUED...