Never Gonna Give You Up
It was Saturday morning and Bucky was making pancakes for the pair of you. You were sitting at the kitchen table, playing with your phone, throwing occasional glances at your boyfriend. He flipped a pancake and turned to you. His blue eyes were shining in the morning light, his messy bed hair made him look imperfectly perfect.
“I love you, baby doll.”
He looked so genuinely happy your heart swelled with pride. You were the reason behind his eye-crinkling smile and that thought warmed you up.
He turned back to the stove all the while humming a song from the 40s. He sang it all the time, it was about a man who finally met the girl of his dreams. You put your elbow on the table, resting your cheek in your palm as you looked at him in awe.
The scar on his shoulder acted as a painful reminder that there was a time Bucky had suffered more than any man should endure.
“Hey, Buck?”
“Um?”
“I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel towards you.” You said, already looking for the song on your phone.
“Is it Whatta Man?” He turned his head just enough to let you see the wide, toothy grin on his lips.
“No,” You scoffed a laugh and pressed play.
The unmistakable first notes of Never Gonna Give you Up filled the kitchen. Bucky turned around and shook his head, a smile curling his lips upward. You mouthed the lyrics to him, making exaggerated hand gestures for comic effect.
“I’m gonna have it stuck in my head now.” He whined.
“Ssssh, this is my favourite part.” You cut him off before you sang the chorus at the top of your voice.
Bucky’s shoulders shook when he laughed and it could have easily been the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He set the pancakes and syrup down on the table, watching you from the corner of his eye.
He rounded the table, leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. His fingers weaved into your hair as his tongue pushed past your lips.
After a moment, he rested his forehead against yours. His large hands framed your face, his gaze bearing deeply into your own.
“I will never gonna give you up, I will never gonna let you down.” He spoke the lyrics slowly as he looked into your eyes. “I won’t run around and desert you.”
“That’s a relief,” You said with a large smile. “Told you this song was written for you.”
“Um? I think I like Whatta Man better.” He pulled back and gave you a quick wink.
Before you could make a move, Bucky took your phone and put the famous Salt ‘N Pepa song as loud as the device allowed him to.