Bucky settles you down in your bed, pulling the covers over your body. You curl up and get cozy. "Bucky, can you stay with me tonight?" you ask in a pleading voice.

There had been plenty nights when you had stayed with Bucky for one reason or another: his nightmares, his memories, his migraines that kept him awake. He owed you for all that, so he nods in agreement. "I'm going to take a quick shower first, alright? Stay in bed. I'll be back soon." He leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, and you sigh happily.

"I like you more than a friend, you know," you mumble.

Bucky smiles to himself, and he'll tell you someday that he feels the same. Now doesn't seem like the best time.

While Bucky takes a shower, you take the small amount of time to change from your jeans and t-shirt to a pair of sleep shorts and one of Bucky's shirts. You favored the red one he loved so much.

When Bucky comes back, in sweatpants and a white tank-top, he sees you curled up in bed, seemingly how he left you. Your eyes are closed, so he assumes you're asleep, and slips in your bed beside you, turning the lights off.

When you feel his body weigh the bed down beside you, you turn around and curl up to his chest, getting close. He circles his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head. You're super comfy," you sigh into his chest, placing a kiss there.

You continue to pepper small, innocent kisses to his neck. "Smell good, too."

"Um... [Y/n], you really shouldn't do that," he laughs, trying to put a little bit of distance between the two of you.

"Why not?"

TO BE CONTINUED...