A/N: slight trigger warning- house "intruder" mentions but pretty fluffy and cute overall. enjoy!

I trudged in my house, dropping my now-drenched purse on the floor. I began stripping off my cold and damp clothes until I was fully nude. I padded over to the fire-place, turning on the gas and dropping a plank of wood in the fire, poking it with the metal rod, smiling as the warm sparks popped. I wrapped myself in one of my many soft furry blanket, grabbing the wad of wet clothes and dropping them in my laundry hamper. I soon dressed myself in my roommates large grey sweater and my own black spandex. I slipped on my fuzzy socks, still wrapped like a burrito with my blanket. I plopped myself on the couch, flicking on the TV. My eyes grew heavy, snapping open when the door shut. I sat up, my heart racing. Bucky wasn't supposed to be home, so this had to be an intruder. I quickly crept into the kitchen, grabbing a knife, peering out of the doorway. I tried controlling my breathing, praying I'd be ok. As the footsteps neared closer, I gripped the knife with fear, and as a figure walked into the kitchen, I thrust out the knife with a scream, backing away. My eyes widened as I was unable to retrieve the knife; it was stuck in something, or rather someone.

"Oh my god!" I screeched. "Bucky, I'm so sorry..."

There Bucky stood, a giant butcher knife lodged in his metal arm. His eyes trailed to my legs, causing me to blush. I smacked his chest, huffing as my heart rate slowed down to normal. He chuckled, easily wrenching the knife from his arm. There was now a large hole in his arm, right on-top of where the red star used to be.

"Uh, what are you gonna do about that?"

"Tony can fix it." Bucky informed me casually, walking out of the kitchen.

"Why are you home early? I thought you were a goddamn intruder, Barnes."

"My shift got cut short. Why, not happy to see me?"

I laughed with slight embarrassment, shaking my head. "Nah, I am. Just curious. I'm watching Hot Rod if you wanna join me."

Bucky followed me on the couch, allowing me to drape myself on him. I sat with my arm slung lazily over his chest, curled up on his side. His metal arm was wrapped around my waist, the other hand sat on my knee. Believe it or not, we were simply friends, though stereotypically, I wanted more than that. Soon into the movie, the darkness of the room and the warmth from Bucky made me sleepy. I yawned, lightly gripping Bucky's side as I stretched my legs.

"Tired?" He chuckled. I turned my head, blinking a few times. I opened my mouth to speak, forgetting my answer I stared into his hazel brown eyes.

"I..." I mumbled, blinking again. Before I could stop myself and use logic, I was leaning in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck, softly gripping my hair. Before I could think twice, I pressed my lips to his, gasping at the contact. I felt another, cold, hand on my back, pulling me close to his chest and onto his lap. I sat up, my legs on either side of his thigh. Much to my surprise, Bucky kissed me slowly and softly, lightly licking my bottom lip. I pulled back slowly, his lips falling off of mine. I opened my eyes, butterflies racing in my stomach.

"I... sorry, I-"

"You aren't sorry." He smirked. "I'm not either."

I giggled, stuffing my head in the crook of his neck, pressing a sweet kiss on below his ear. "I really like you, Bucky." I whispered, hugging his shoulders.

"Well, I wouldn't have kissed you back if I didn't feel the same way."

I laughed, pulling back to face him. "You idiot."

"Hey, you said you like me."

"I do, you're just my idiot."

"Oh, I'm your idiot now?"

"I thought that's what the kiss said." I teased.

We laughed, teasing each other lightly as I curled up in his strong arms again, the occasional kiss on his cheek, or on my head. I fell asleep to the lull of his heartbeat, ready to start my first day as Bucky's girl.