Cooking
“Nataliaaaaaa,” Bucky groaned, throwing his head backwards in frustration. “Can we stop?”
“Depends,” she responded, not turning to face him. “Do you want to eat?” Natasha had come up with the idea for them to make dinner together for the first time since they got back together again, which had seemed like a great idea at first. However, Bucky soon learned how much he detested cooking. “I thought you liked pirog.”
He groaned again, but returned to mixing. He did like pirog, but when he had suggested it, he hadn’t realized how much work went into making the Russian style pie. Natasha cracked an egg into the bowl he was mixing, and turned back around, but not before leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“Cheer up, James, you’re doing phenomenally,” she said, sensing his frustration with the continuous job of mixing as she readied the spinach, mushroom and cheese filling. “You look cute while you’re mixing anyway.”
Bucky rolled his eyes at that, trying to pull down his unconscious smile. He knew she was just saying that to get him to stop complaining, but he still enjoyed the praise at his ‘phenomenal’ mixing (and the fact that he looked cute doing it too).
He looked over his shoulder at Natasha, as she continued on with cutting up the spinach. Her hair was brushing against her shoulders, she hadn’t cut it in a while and it was starting to get it’s natural wave back, and sat on the black shirt she was wearing. He was so enchanted just staring at her that he might’ve forgotten to keep mixing.
Natasha shook her head, and he could see the smirk through the back of her head. “Three and a quarter cups of flour, James.”
“Oh right,” he said after he snapped out of his trance. He wandered to the cupboard, grabbing the flour. He messily measured in an amount of flour that might not have been three and a quarter cups but he no longer cared. He paused for a moment, before abandoning his job mixing and making his way over and wrapping his arms around her as she kept cutting. “Y’know I’m sure we could get dinner in the city if we stopped now.” He kissed the side of her head in an attempt to distract her.
“Yes,” she said, ignoring him entirely. “We could. Or you could do your job and keep mixing.”
“Can we just stop?” he asked, not letting go just yet.
“Are we about to have this same conversation all over again?”
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Half an hour and a lot of mixing later, the Pirog was in the oven. After cleaning up, the two had retired to the couch to wait for it to finish baking. Natasha had nuzzled herself in Bucky’s arm, and while she read a book, he simply stared off into the distance. He began to run his arm down hers, until he made contact with her side. He lifted the side of her shirt and rubbed a few small circles over her hip.
“Yes, James?” she asked, not looking up from her book.
“You’re ignoring me,” he complained, trying to pull her closer to his body.
Natasha closed her book around a piece of string she had been using as a bookmark. “I’m sorry.” She looked up at him. “Is there something you need?”
Bucky pulled her closer again, reaching around and tugging her until she was straddling his lap. She looked down at him with an unimpressed smirk, before placing her book down on the couch beside her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and he wrapped his around her waist. “Hi,” he said, sounding a little dumb.
“Mhmm,” she hummed, before leaning down towards him. She pressed her lips up against his, soft and warm like always. “That what you were looking for?” she asked when she pulled away.
“Yeah,” he responded, before leaning back towards her, wanting her as close to him as possible. He always wanted her as close to him as possible. It was understandable, considering their circumstance, but he wanted it more. She could be glued to his hip and he wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, he would probably be much happier. He captured her lips sweetly, before allowing heat to take over. He pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth, allowing the kiss to get sloppy.
He started down the side of her neck, cherishing her skin. She whimpered a bit when he brushed his teeth on the underside of her jaw. He knew she could hold back her sounds if she wanted to, in fact she was trained to not show that type of weakness, but it just made them all the more special to him, that she was giving it to him. When he reached the side of her neck, he kissed his way down to her collarbone, before sucking on the ivory skin that was there.
“Fuck, James,” she let out, head dipping back, exposing her neck to him even more.
“You’re beautiful, ‘Tasha,” he said into her skin. He let his hands roam again, pulling up the back of her shirt. He started to pull it further upwards, and she lifted her arms to allow him to take it off. Bucky threw it to the side, further than Natasha’s abandoned book, not bothering to look at where it landed. He kept his entire focus on Natasha’s body. He leaned forward to kiss her passionately again, not going far when he eventually pulled back. He let her forehead rest on his, and he could hear the slight heaviness of her breath. “Fucking beautiful.”
His moment was interrupted by the ding of the oven timer. He looked straight into Natasha’s eyes, hoping that if he stared at her intensely enough, she would either forget the timer or not hear it entirely.
Her smirk and the sparkle in her eyes told him he wasn’t so fortunate. “One second,” she said, climbing off of him and making her way back to the kitchen, still shirtless. Bucky sighed, missing the weight of her on his lap. He stared off into the distance, where she had been, and listened to her pull the pie out of the oven.
She made her way back to the couch, making no attempts to sit back beside him or pull him over to the kitchen. Instead she climbed right back on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck again. “Don’t worry, it needs time to cool.” She smirked suggestively.
“Oh, does it now?” he asked, muffling her with his lips so she couldn’t even respond.