Dove
"Let me go shower," I stretched out and hissed. My body was aching but in a way that felt good. I sat up and didn't expect to see the frown on Bucky's face as he looked at my waist.
"I hurt you," his fingers gently touched my red skin with a concerned pout.
I looked down and faintly smiled as I covered his hands. "I'm fine. I promise you," I pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Close your eyes."
He threw himself down on his back and let out a sigh as he covered his eyes. "You're killing a man."
"You'll survive," I giggled as I quickly slipped off the bed, cupped myself so that I wasn't jiggling about as I did a slow jog to the bathroom. When I was behind the privacy of the door I pressed my back against the solid wood and let out a sigh.
I was going to have to start figuring out my self esteem issues. There was no way Bucky could not give me the night he did and I be so unconfident. I had to start shaking myself off and trying to be more open to him.
