"Cuddle me."

"In a moment, Bucks."

You are swiping a screen as Bucky drapped himself over the couch.

Your eyebrows furrowed as Bucky let out an exaggerated groan. You turned around, facing the man, only to see a small smile on his face.

You snorted as you walked over. Bucky pulled you to his lap while you slid the tablet on the table. His strong arms wrapped around your waist as you shuffled closer.

To say everyone's reaction to your relationship was "shock" is a drastic understatement.

Tony was going to kill Bucky and you.

An agrument broke out between you and your older brother before you took your part of the company and left.

Everything went back to normal (after Tony apologized) but you still hold what he said against him, like an inside joke.

Bucky kissed your shoulder as you kissed his forehead. You snickered at Bucky nibbling bits of your skin.

"We are NOT doing it on the couch. I just cleaned the couch." You gently pushed him back. Bucky rose his eyebrows and chuckled. "You mean you just PAID someone to clean the couch." Bucky corrected, slipping his hand up your shirt.

You shook your head as you cooperated with your boyfriend.

**** Spicy Ahead ****

Bucky laid you on the couch as he slipped his shirt off.

You pulled Bucky in as he slowly got a grip on your ass. One kiss quickly turned into a long make out as your pants got tugged on.

Bucky growled at the pants not slipping off. You snickered, knowing the pants won't budge.

Bucky moved his lips down to your collarbone, leaving small trails of hicks and bruises. As if it's a punishment.

You gasped and groaned, feeling each get harshier(or harsher? I can't spell).

Bucky's metal hand was about to brush against your back when the security alert went off.

The doorbell rang, making you throw Bucky off you. Bucky yelped as you scooped your shirt up. You went to the door, getting the shirt on.

Bucky groaned as you opened the door, thanking the delivery guy for the package.

"When did you get THAT strong?" Bucky asked as you closed the door.

"When you decided to hold me down and pound me senseless last week." You answered, going to get a box cutter.

"...Touché."