You know when he had a day at work when he comes home completely silent. No ‘darling, I’m home’. Today was one of those days. You heard him open the door and exhale deeply, greeting Alpine briefly.
You were laid down on the couch, waiting for your husband to come home and have dinner with him. “Hi, my love. How was work?” you asked softly, opening your arms for him.
“Tiring,” he replied simply, as he laid on top of you, his head buried on your neck, he breathed in your scent, his body almost immediately relaxing. You put your hand on his back, rubbing the knots of tension in his muscles. He moved a little searching for the perfect spot on top of you. You kissed his head, inhaling his scent; he always said that after working long hours he’d smell bad, but for you it was almost addicting.
“Wanna talk about it?” He shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t in the mood for talking, he just wanted to lay there with you. “Okay.”
You kept caressing his back and scalp, every now and then he’d let out satisfied groans and deep breaths and sniffs. He was so warm and big enough to cover your entire body like a blanket - your personal blanket.
You two loved these little moments so much, enjoying each other without saying a word. It was genuine and pure, and it meant so much for both of you.
You felt when his breath changed, now slow and deep, as realized he fell asleep on top of you. He weighed quite a lot, and it was hard to be underneath him for so long, but you’d do anything to keep your man happy, comfortable and asleep. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep too.
You woke up with him carrying you to bed in his arms, the cold metal making your skin shiver. “Go back to sleep, doll,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. He carried you like you weighed nothing.
Bucky tucked you in bed, adjusting the blankets so you wouldn’t get cold throughout the night. He laid by your side hugging you from behind, and you both breathed deeply. You felt him kiss the side of your neck, his stubble tickling. “I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
“I love you more,” you said, but he was already sleeping. You giggled a little, and let the darkness of the room take over your conscience.