It’s just another night. The weather is getting cooler and there is no need for the noisy air conditioner. So, the room is dead silent.
The man in the mirror moves with him as he runs a brush through his damp hair. The bristles moving somewhat fill a space in the quiet room.
Bucky likes the quiet, it seeps into his chaotic mind if he’s lucky. Even the deep breath he takes is audible in this room. He picks up the moisturiser from the vanity table and rubs some of it on his face, the tightness in his skin disappears, it’s a nice feeling. He then picks up the small chapstick, one she’d forced upon him, he rubs it onto his lips like every other man on the planet, pursed lips and unsure.
Looking into the mirror, he’s just another man of this decade. His hair are short and styled, he is wearing comfortable soft clothes, there isn’t a man on his head ready to tamper with his mess of a brain. He keeps looking in the mirror, he’s content.
The door creaks as always, his attention is now elsewhere. It’s her, (y/n). His girlfriend. The girl he intends to be by forever with all the peace she brings him.
She’s not drunk, just sleepy, he notes. The smile he gave him was divine. It had been rather long since someone was happy to see his face.
“Hey, baby.” She drapes her loving arms around his neck. “Hey, sweetheart.” A kiss is pressed against his temple. He ached to melt into it.
“Getting ready to sleep?” She asked pulling away. He nodded in response. “Lovely.” She pressed her cheek against his as a gesture of affection then moves away again, arms still around him.
“How was your day?” He held onto her hand. She huffs and then mumbled something.
“Terribly long.” She looks at the mirror. “But it’s well now.” Her hands were placed on his shoulders. “Look at that.”
He gave her a confused look. She smiles as her hands come to his face, one holds his face as if to display it, the other theatrically showing him off, the back of her fingers ghosting over his cheekbones
“I get to come back home to such a beautiful man.” She said. He smiled and looked away shyly, her hand pulls his face back. “You’re so handsome.” She kissed his cheek lovingly. “I love you so much.”
“Stop it.” He was embarrassed but he was loving every second of it. Her arms wrapped around his torso, chin rested on his shoulder.
“I got so lucky.” She rocked him gently. Tiredness was the closest she ever came to drunkenness, only rarely would she be so physically affectionate. He relished in it whenever it came over him.
As she peppered kisses all over his exposed skin, an adorable laughter erupted from him, making her grin. “My sugarplum. Light of my life, fire of my loins.” She bit the sensitive spot on his neck.
“Don’t you dare quote lolita to me!” He protested. His attempts to get out of her grip were futile due to her powers.
“My sweet, james.” She squeezed him in adoration, loving the playful moment. “My baby boy. My heart. Gosh, i love you so much. Do you know that, sugar? I could just eat you up.”
“Stop it!” He could not stop the laughter, his face was red from the compliment and love being showered at him. “Let go of me!”
Easily she tossed him onto the bed and climbed after him. “You love it.” She teasedz
“No.” He covered his face with a blanket. (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she climbed on top of him. She pulled the blanket off his face and cupped his blushing face.
“You don’t?” She asked inching closer to his face. “You don’t like it when i express how much i adore you?” Her voice is more demanding. He shook his head in a ‘no’ with a ‘school boy in love’ grin on his face.
“Lies.” She whispered before kissing him deeply, one hand laying gently on his throat. He gave in to her, letting her kiss him deeply yet softly.
The hand slipped from his neck to hold his jaw like it was the most delicate thing in the world, the other into his hair. A moan slipped from his mouth to hers.
She pulled back grinning, he rolled his eyes. He knew he’d never hear the end if this. But he didn’t care, as soon as the words came from her mouth, they were verses from the bible.
She rolled off him. “Come lay on my chest, james.” He obliged, laying his full weight on her. He didn’t have to be scared of hurting her, he didn’t have to fear that he was too much for her.
“Did you eat well?” Her arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace.
“Yes.” He answered laying his head on his chest. Her heartbeat was his favourite lullaby. “I made something from, uh, youtube? Yeah that. I made something from there today. I’ll make it for you tomorrow.”
“You spoil me, my love.”
“Not nearly as you do.”
“It’s never a competition.” She pressed a kiss on top of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as to not break. She made him feel so loved, so cared for. She fed him so much love, he would forget how much he hated himself. He loved her and she loved him, and it was glorious. There was a happy ending for him too.