Our Little Secret (Part 3)
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, flirting, touching (nothing inappropriate)
Summary After your friendship with Steve ends, you’re sent on an undercover mission with Bucky.
AN: This is turning into something big. Like, it has a mind of it’s own. I hope you’re all enjoying it!
Special thanks to @beccaanne814-blog for being my sounding board. You’re advise is appreciated so much! <3
The evening came faster than anticipated. You took the rest of the afternoon to get yourself ready. Bucky, the bastard, only needed to shower and dress but you had to pull out all the stops so you could look good enough to fit in with this crowd. You chose to wear a nude coloured, flowy, chiffon dress. Something that would be comfortable enough to be on boat but nice enough to fit in.
You tried dressing yourself but the stupid dress had one of those invisible zippers at the back. Even standing in front of the full length mirror, you struggled, wriggling until you finally gave up.
Making sure you were decent, you called out, “Brad? I need some help here.”
He walked in, fiddling with a tie. When he looked up he saw that you were slightly flushed from exerting yourself.
You grumbled, “I can’t zip this stupid zipper. I never understood why women’s clothes require them to need assistance when getting dressed. This is fucking nonsense.” You turned around so your back was to him and, looking at him in the mirror, you asked, “Can you zip me up, please?”
Gently, he tugged on the zipper and realized it was stuck. “What did you do to this thing?”
“What? Nothing. Hold on to the zipper,” you told him, as you wriggled around trying to unstick it. “Dammit!”
Bucky bit back a laugh, “Woman, stop your moving. You’re making it worse. Take it off.”