As you carried your dirty mugs to the kitchen to wash them, you saw Bucky sitting at the table. Both of his hands wrapped around a ceramic mug with hot steaming tea. The sleeves of the knitted jumper he was wearing pulled over his hands, and his shoulders slumped.
"Are you cold?" You asked, passing by him, sounding surprised.
"Me?" Bucky followed you with his eyes. "Nah, I'm the winter soldier, I never get cold. I am the cold."
"Mhm, right." You chuckled, washing the mugs and placed them on the drying rack. Toweling your hands, you turned to him. Leaning back against the counters, you folded your arms over your chest and smiled, raising a brow.
"Okay, yes, I am cold, you got me." Bucky admitted, rolling his eyes.
"I could try to help you warm up if you want." You said with a smile. Bucky stared at you with wide eyes. Never did he imagine you would offer something like that. Well, only in his dreams. It must have been written all over his face because you quickly cleared it up. "I didn't mean it in a sexual way I meant that we could cuddle."
"Oh yeah, yeah that's exactly what I thought." He cleared his throat averting his eyes to the table. Tapping the mug with fingers, he tried to clear his mind from all the inappropriate images of you and him together.
"Think about it, you know where to find me." You said, walking by briefly touching his shoulder and went back to your room, feeling Bucky's eyes in your back.
Sometime later that night, there was a soft knock on your door. and Bucky kind of awkwardly walked inside your room. "Hey." He had changed into a plain shirt and plaid pajama pants that hung low on his waist. "About what you said earlier."
You looked up from your phone, already snuggled in bed. "Cuddles?" You smiled, placing your phone on the nightstand next to the bed.
"If you haven't changed your mind." Your touch felt so warm, gentle, and inviting that he had to feel it again. You patted the empty space beside you, encouraging him to come to you. He walked to the bed, shifting from one leg to another. "So how are we...?"
"Come here." You pulled back the covers for him. Bucky got in bed, tugging the blanket over his body, leaving arms on top of the blanket. Sitting up, you took his ice-cold hands and brought them up to your mouth, blowing hot breath on them, your lips barely grazing his knuckles. Maintaining eye contact, he involuntary let out a shuddering breath. "How do you want to cuddle?" You asked to know what he was comfortable with.
"Can I be the small spoon?" He asked shyly, his mind a complete mess.
"Of course, you can. Get comfortable." He turned on his side. Slowly you wrapped your arm around him, pressing yourself against his back. "Is this good?" You whispered against his nape, raising goosebumps on his skin.
"Yes." He said, pushing himself against you more and found your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
You hooked your leg over his legs. "Is that good or too much?"
"Perfect." Bucky smiled to himself, already feeling warmer. No one had touched him so tenderly in a long time. Now, he had another reason to be in love with you. Like he needed another reason to fall for you. Someday he's going to ask you out, but for now, this will do just fine. "Doll, can I stay with you tonight?"
"Do you snore?"
"I don't know, no one has complained yet, not that I sleep with a lot of people. I mean, Steve hasn't complained when we share a room." He started rambling.
"You can stay." You softly chuckled. "Any time you want."