Summary: "You're my roommate who's super cute and it's the middle of the night and you're cramming for your exams in your flannel pyjamas and disheveled hair and it's becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you" AU.
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Bucky had been out working the late night shift again and was dead tired from a long day of classesand work. He was looking forward to get home, hopefully catch you before going to bed, and relax in front of the TV.
He had his fingers crossed as he opened the door, keys jiggling, and cheered inside when he saw the light in the living room still on indicating you were still up.
The sight that met him though, wasn't what he had pictured in his head. You weren't half asleep on the couch snuggled up in a blanket watching the latest episode of your favourite show as you were most nights. What he saw instead was a dishevelled head of hair, flannel pyjamas and a mess of a room.
"Oh! Hey, Bucky," you quipped surprised once you noticed his presence. "Don't mind the mess, I'll clean it up later." You gave him a tired smile returning to your book, fingers scrawling notes down faster than he had seen you write before.
Papers were strewn across the room in what looked like a frustrated rage and in the eye of the hurricane you sat. Multiple cups of coffee stood on the ground next to you as an ironic trophy of your accomplishments and a half-eaten bowl of ramen you had forgotten about. Your furious scribbles had filled your notebook until it was nearly full of your increasingly more messy handwriting and the occasional random doodles from when you got distracted.
In between other classes and assignments, this exam had been left in the bottom drawer of your mind and you were paying the price now.
He knew he should convince you to get some rest knowing that this all-nighter cramming session would do you no good in the long run. He was, however, unable to move and let his mind wander past the thoughts of how cute you looked. His fingers were itching to reach out and move that fallen piece of hair out of your face. Even as a complete mess you looked beautiful and he hated you for it, falling in love with his roommate was something he had promised himself he would never do. He promised he wouldn't partake in another cliché lovestory but you somehow made him break his promises without even trying to.
"Are you gonna stand there all night?" You didn't look up from your book but you could feel his eyes on you, studying you meticulously. If you hadn't been running on the last of your energy and using it to study, your body might have revealed the effect his attention had on you.
He blinked surprised as you interrupted his train of thought, noticing he was stood at the same spot, eyes trained to your face. He coughed embarrassedly before plopping down next to you.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you study, so you can go to bed." He grabbed a book and mentioned for you to grab one, too. Surprised you went along with his suggestion, too tired to argue.
Bucky spent the next 2 hours cramming with you and even with his own body screaming for sleep, he kept going for you. His heart might have skipped a beat when you decided rest your head on his lap with a smile and a book raised over your face, so you could continue to read. He most definitely did not mind it and after a while he noticed his fingers had been absentmindedly been playing with your hair. A deep red coated his cheeks but he thought he might continue since you hadn't complained yet.
It took him a few moments until he realised you had fallen asleep on him, calm sighs leaving your mouth instead of the soft humming you had done along to the songs playing from your phone. He gingerly put his book down, contemplating how to get you to bed.
He tried gently lifting your head up but the position made it difficult for him to do so without waking you. He spent a few minutes thinking of how proceed until he finally decided it was easiest to wake you.
"Doll, you need to wake up..."
Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up in a panic. "Did I fall asleep? I have so much to do," you began gathering your books and opened your notebook again, "I don't have time to sleep!"
Bucky gently grabbed your wrist, "You're done studying for tonight," he could see you were about to protest and quickly added "I'll help you study tomorrow, okay?"
Your features softened at his words and you nodded, even if it contradicted your former plans for the night. The thought of him willing to spend his afternoon, studying with you when he could be doing anything better was enough to make you agree.
"Thank you." You threw your arms around his neck hoping he could feel your gratitude. He was caught off guard but you soon felt his arms encasing your waist and holding you close. You could almost swear that you heard him sigh contently into your neck.
You drew back slightly, arms still wrapped around his neck. "I really do mean it, thank you."
He brought up a hand to caress your cheek and you subconsciously leaned into it. Emotions flickered through his calm blue eyes and he seemed to be battling himself.
"Is this alright?" He leaned forward stopping just as his lips were about to touch yours. You could feel his warm breath sweeping over your skin and with no hesitation, you closed the distance.
You had heard about people describing their first kiss as a mix of sparks and fireworks and with Bucky that feeling was magnified. His lips were soft but even more surprising was the comfortableness and easiness that hid behind the sparks.There was no rush between the two of you and time seemed to go on forever.
When you had to break the kiss to breathe, he rested his forehead on yours, laughing slightly in disbelief. If he had known the evening would have gone this way, he definitely would have arrived home earlier. He reached out for you once more, lips already missing yours. Neither of you spoke, no words needed to convey the feelings that had been shared through the kisses.
