Nesting Troubles Pt2
Alright this – This doesn’t seem right either. This is just stupid. Why did I think the couch in the living room would be better?
“How about… instead of finding the space, you focus on finding your materials?” Bucky suggested.
What a stupid suggestion.
I held up my purple comforter and pillows pointedly. Challenged the dumb suggestion further by raising a brow in that same way he does just to irritate him.
He just laughed though. Aggravating bastard…
“Yes, baby, I know. You can have more than that though.”
I can?
I held them closer to get a whiff of tangy strawberry off the blanket. Tested the squishy lumpiness of the pillows with a gentle squeeze.
I know what these feel like. They’re mine. They smell like me. This was supposed to be…
“The internet said this was enough though?” I said, the end becoming a question the more I stared at them.
“Clint.”
Reluctantly, I raised my head. Felt something strange and shameful at the way he was looking at me. Like I was someone who… I don’t know, but I hated feeling pathetic and he was making it worse.
“What?”
His expression flattened. “I know you’re feeling out of sorts, but you don’t gotta snap at me.”
Damn it. Why did I do that? I thought I agreed I’d let him help. Why am I so irritable?
“Sorry…”
“It’s alright. I know how moody you get before a heat. Just try not to bite my head off, okay?”
Damn him for being so understanding. I wish he’d just yell at me already. I deserve it. I was –
“Focus, honey. You with me?”
I pulled in a breath. Held it long enough to feel the fuzzies start to sink in. That always worked to shut my head up.
“You have got to stop doing that,” he scolded as he steadied me from swaying.
“Works though.”
“Mm.” He flicked my shoulder. “Wonder why.”
“Ow! Jerk.”
“Can I finish now?”
My feet got tangled in the blanket all of a sudden. Bucky shot forward to cushion the back of my head as I slammed back into the couch at a weird angle. My pillows were scattered on the floor, the blanket half on and off as I rubbed an aching elbow. He held me down by my shoulder when I tried to rise.
“Just be still a second.”
“I was being still!”
“Evidently not,” he snarked.
The weight of his gaze was heavy with judginess. I tugged the blanket higher and got sort of comfortable out of spite.
“Get on with it.”
He pulled a lock of my hair in retaliation. It only stung a little though, so he wasn’t that mad at least.
“No omega I know keeps a sparse nest. If this is all it took to make you happy, I’d say go for it. It obviously doesn’t though.”
Jealousy flared hot as I crossed my arms, glaring at my so-called boyfriend.
“How many lovers you got?” I accused. “Am I the main event or the side piece because so help me –”
The sweetness of cocoa chap stick registered first. Then the comforting, familiar feeling of his hands as they cradled my head, tilting it just so to slot our lips together better. When he pulled back a fraction, he kissed my nose. I huffed to catch my breath. His grin made my head swim in a fantastic way.
“All yours, doll. You know that.”
The admission was soft spoken. A sweet whisper between one kiss and the next.
“Go find some more stuff for your nest,” he said after a lingering kiss to my cheek. “There’s no limits because it’s yours.”
Mine.
The simple statement had me smiling, dopey from a sweet surge of hazelnut, coffee, and kisses. I pulled him in, nuzzling as close as I could to soak more of it up. It was so, so nice. And so was the warm tone of his chuckles as I snuggled into his throat.
“Time to get up.”
“Noo… Don’t wanna,” I groaned, trying, and failing, to keep him in place.
“You wanted a nest, Clint. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you give up on that?”
“A nice one,” I muttered.
His laughter only soothed my bad mood a little. It didn’t help at all with the ache in my lower back when I managed to get myself upright. Or keep the blanket from getting tangled around my feet again when I stood.