Cuddle Drabble Part 13
Word Count: 737
Warnings: Game of Throne spoilers.
Honestly, though, if you haven’t seen season 1 or read the first book, that’s your fault. It’s been out forever.
Summary: You got to Bucky looking for comfort.
A/N: My laptop is going haywire, so I’ve decided to turn it off for a little while. The next parts have been added into my queue because I don’t know how much I trust the tumblr app/mobile with these posts! lol
I hope you guys enjoy this part!
We’re doing double time this week! Expect part 14 around 2pm Central Time!
You knocked quietly, gently pushing the door open before you got a response. “Bucky?”
He was up in an instant, worry etched into his features. “What’s wrong? You okay?”
You nod sheepishly as he closes the door behind you. “I just missed you.”
Ugh. Why can’t your brain stop blurting these things out?! You did miss him. You had both been on missions for weeks. But you were going to give yourself away if you kept this up. He would never want to hang out with you again!
But the way he smiled at you cut your thoughts short. “I missed you, too, doll.” He grabbed your hand and lead you back to his bed. Bucky pulled you tight into his side, encouraging you to get comfortable and wrap your leg around his. It hit you how long you two have been cuddling with each other. He knew which positions you preferred, the most comfortable placement of your legs and arms. The consideration he had for you did not help your erratic heartbeat.
You realized that this was the first time you’d come to his room to seek out comfort. As soon as you made this connection, the smell of Bucky’s skin enveloped your senses. God, you just wanted to bury yourself in these sheets.
Was that weird?
Damnit, get it together.
As soon as you were settled, Bucky picked up a brand new copy of Game of Thrones that had been on his bed. He showed it to you, asking, “D’you mind if I keep reading?”
“Game of Thrones? Look at you getting caught up!”
He smiled, and closed the book around his thumb to hold his place. “Sam said I’d probably like it. He said you were obsessed with the show.”
Your cheeks grew hot. Goddamn it, Sam. Your best friend had figured out that you liked Bucky, and had been pestering you for it constantly. He never hesitated to drop some (not so subtle, in your opinion) hints to Bucky by telling him the things you were interested in. Sam Wilson was effectively trying to kill you.
You clear your throat, knocking yourself back into reality. “So, who’s your favorite? What part are you on?”
Robert Baratheon was dead. Ned Stark was in prison. Shit was about to hit the fan, and Bucky had no idea. You groaned when he recounted the events that happened in the last few chapters. “Dude. Uh, just. Don’t get attached to anyone, okay? It’ll save you a lot of heartache.”
“Oh, God, who else dies?!” His eyes bore into yours seriously.
You wanted to answer honestly, but you couldn’t ruin the whole series for him. You had read all the books, watched the tv series twice… You went with the safest answer. “Everybody. Everybody dies. Nobody makes it. Just don’t get attached.”
“Okay,” he nodded, taking your answer in stoically. “So, who’s your favorite?”
Your muscles tensed with excitement. “I love Dany. And Jon. And Tyrion. And Arya. I can’t have just one favorite.”
“Okay, so they live. Thanks, Y/N.”
He laughed at your scandalized face when you realized what you’d done. “You jerk!” you smacked his chest as he laughed and pulled you close. You felt something soft skim along your hairline, finishing with a faint amount of pressure.
Did–Did Bucky just kiss you?
Fuck, you are so boned.
He opened up his book and nuzzled his cheek into your hair. You cleared your throat. “Could you read it to me?”
You felt him smile. “‘Course, doll.”
He shifted, facing you, and deposited the book in his other hand. Your face was tucked securely into Bucky’s chest. His arms pillowing your head and wrapping around your waist. Your leg slotted between Bucky’s, hitching it up so you would be comfortable.
“Yeah, just jam your knee right up my crotch. This is fine.”
You pulled away, wide eyes assessing Bucky’s physical state. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean–”
He burst into laughter and pulled you back into his embrace. “I’m fine, doll. Get comfortable.”
His hand ran soothingly up and down your spine as you realigned yourself with him. When he felt you settle, he started to read. “‘The sound faded slowly to silence. One blast meant rangers returning, and Jon thought, I was a ranger for one day, at least. Whatever may come, they cannot take that away from me…’”