Captive
Chapter 14 — “Her Choice”
CHAPTERS: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9a ~ 9b ~ 10 ~ 11 ~ 12 ~ 13
BuckyBarnesxSuperhuman!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, torture implied, violence, angst, smut
SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.
You pushed your energy forward with a grunt, watching as the gold ribbons wrapped around the dummy tightly. A wall of gold suddenly appeared next to you, blocking the pellets that were being shot your way. You moved your attention to the pellet gun protruding from the wall, and a ribbon shot out of your chest to wrap around it. The sound of groaning metal echoed throughout the training room, and you watched as it was pulled from the wall.
Something collided hard with your side, knocking the wind out of you, but your energy had absorbed most of the impact. Another bag of sand was sent hurtling toward you, you dodged it quickly. Your energy wrapped tightly around it and slammed it to the ground.
“Alright, let’s take a break,” Tony’s voice said over the intercom. You looked toward the window and nodded, breath coming hard and fast from exertion. You sank to your knees and laid on your back, looking up at the ceiling.
For the last two weeks, you had spent countless hours training and preparing. For what, you didn’t know. Tony seemed to have something planned or something hidden up his sleeve. When you asked Bucky, he seemed to have no idea what was happening. He just assumed it was to make everyone feel more comfortable about visiting your hometown.
Bucky’s face suddenly appeared over you. He smiled down at you.
“You did so good, baby!” He exclaimed, kneeling down and pressing kisses to your face. You giggled happily, scrunching your face.
“Thank you, I’m getting better.” You agreed when he stopped peppering kisses on your sweaty skin.
“You really are!”
“She really is,” an unfamiliar voice chimed in. You sat up quickly, scrambling to your feet. This man immediately had your body in a panic. Your mind screamed at you to escape before he could transfer you. Your body absolutely repelled the thought of being taken again, and it was evident in the way your energy activated instantaneously. Your chest and your hands glowed brightly.
Bucky didn’t seem alarmed. He held his hand out to you, silently telling you it would be okay. He sat back on his heels, “What are you doing here, Nick?”
“Just came to get a look at the newcomer,” he shrugged, his one eye shifting to look at you. Your hands shook with fear. He laughed, cautiously making his way toward you, “You’ve all been keeping her hidden from me!”
You backed away slowly.
Bucky looked back at you. His face softened at the terror on your face, “It’s okay, baby. He’s not going to hurt you.” He stood in front of you, standing between you and Nick. “Look at me,” he commanded, your eyes flickered to him, “you’re alright. No one is going to hurt you.”
“I don’t want to be taken anywhere.” You growled out, surprising Bucky at how angry you sounded.
“He’s not taking you anywhere, baby,” Bucky murmured, stepping closer to you.
You flinched back. Bucky’s heart broke.
‘This was all a trick. Everything. The friendships, the love, Bucky. Everything was to get you to trust them so that they could sell you and send you away,’ the voice hissed, using this moment of weakness against you.
“He’s right, (Y/N),” the man stated, keeping his distance.
“Baby, look at me,” Bucky commanded softly, completely ignoring Nick’s presence, “Look at me.”
Your breathing was heavy and rapid as your heart raced, “I’m not going to hurt anyone.”
“I know that,” Bucky agreed, “but tell me what you’re thinking. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
‘He never cared about you. This was all a ploy to see what you could do, to see your potential and then sell you the highest bidder.’
You grimaced, heart aching.
“C’mon, baby, talk to me,” Bucky urged.
“Bad thoughts. Mean.” You bit out, panic crawling up your spine.
“Okay, that’s okay,” he cooed.
“Promise me that this was all real. Promise me that you actually care about me,” you begged, unable to tear your eyes from the two men standing in front of you.
Bucky took a shuddering breath, “I promise you. I promise that everything I have ever said or done was real and true.”
“And is he gonna take me?” You asked loudly, reaching a hand out to point your energy at the one eyed man.
“I won’t let him,” Bucky promised.
“I don’t want to take you anywhere, (Y/N),” the man stated, turning to face you again. You glared hard at him. “It’s more beneficial to keep you here anyway.”
“Beneficial for who?” You asked slowly.
He tucked his hands behind his back, “All of us. You’re happy here and you’re also receiving the best training.”
“Training for what?” You snarled.
Bucky’s eyes were wide as he looked at you, seeing a peek of what you must have been like while you were with Hydra. He had never seen this side of you. He had never heard you speak the way you were right now. He was shocked to hear such anger, fear, and strength.
You stepped forward, rage ripping through you, “I will not be turned into a weapon!”
“Not a weapon,” Nick stated calmly, “an Avenger, just like your friends here.”
You gave a humorless laugh, “No thanks. That’s not for me.”
It was Nick’s turn to laugh now, “What is for you then? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I mind.” You tilted your head, a sarcastic smirk on your lips.
Nick’s face sobered, “What are you going to do? Work behind a desk? Become a teacher? No… no, there’s nothing for you to do. Not after what you’ve done and not after what you’ve experienced.”
“I haven’t done anything,” you bit out, but your will was faltering slightly.
“Not willingly. We know that.” He rubbed a hand down his face, “I’m not the enemy here.”
You tilted your head again, “Then what are you?”
“A friend…”
Your mouth twitched with a smirk. There was a long silence between the two of you. You took a deep breath, blinking hard. The glow from your chest dimmed and died away, and when you opened your eyes, they were back to their usual color.
“A friend…” you laughed sarcastically, “okay, friend, what happened to your eye?”
His one eye narrowed at you, “We ain’t that close yet.”
~
“You knew he was coming and that’s why you’ve been working me so hard.” You accused Tony as you peeled the banana you grabbed.
“Yes.” he agreed with a sigh.
“You could have told me.” you nearly snarled.
“But then you wouldn’t have made it this far, kid. We both know that.” He replied, ignoring your glare as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Besides, he’s harmless.”
Your eyes flickered over to the one eyed man. With a shrug, you said “I haven’t decided.”
“Yeah, well I’m not too fond of you either.” Nick responded with a roll of his eye.
“Fury, what are you doing here?” Clint asked as he walked into the kitchen, followed closely by Wanda. They took note of how tense everyone was, “What happened?”
“Nothing, Barton, I’m just here to scope out the new talent.”
“Ah,” Clint nodded, “she’s good, right? She’s come a long way.”
Bucky watched as you rolled your shoulders. He could see the gears in your head turning, trying to figure out what was going on. He placed a calming hand on your thigh. You jumped before you relaxed; you smiled at him softly. He wished he could get a glimpse at your thoughts.
“She has.” Fury agreed with Clint. “Now that I’ve seen it with my own eye, I see the potential.”
You placed both hands on the counter, willing yourself to calm down, “Not to be rude, but I would like to know what the hell is going on. Why are you here? Really? What have you and Tony been planning?”
“We haven’t been planning anything!” Tony objected, but when you glared, his resolve dwindled. “We haven’t been planning much.”
“We just want to get you on your feet.” Fury shrugged.
You and Wanda titled your heads at the same time.
“Thanks for your concern, but I’m on my feet.”
“No, you’re not,” Nick smiled, irking you, “you have some ways to go.”
“And what does that look like to you, Nick Fury?” You asked tersely.
“Therapy, more training, the works.” he shrugged.
“The works?” Wanda asked, feeling offended for you.
Nick looked the two of you over as she stood beside you. You two were probably the most powerful people in the room, and you were completely unaware of this fact.
“Look, we don’t know how things will turn out, but if things go well, she will make a powerful addition to the team.”
“And what if I said no?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
He sighed, knowing that changing your mind would be difficult, “Then that’s your choice.”
With that simple submission, your shoulders visibly relaxed. You just wanted the ability to choose. You needed the ability to choose.
You looked down at the counter, “I will not be forced into anything I don’t want to do… not again.”
Your words were left hanging in the air.
“You don’t have to do anything.” Fury assured you.
You looked at him, searching his face for any deceit. “I’ll think about your offer.”
He leaned back, relief washing over him, as well as Tony.
“That’s all I ask.” Fury stated, tapping the table with his fingers before standing. “I have business to tend to elsewhere, but this has been fun… It was nice meeting you, (Y/N). Maybe next time we see each other, you won’t try to kill me.”
“No promises.” You smiled, shaking his hand.
When he left, a tense silence surrounded the kitchen. You were exhausted from training, drained from the stress and emotions of the day, and you were still upset with Tony. Your body felt heavy, and all you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep.
You pushed away from the counter, “I’m turning in early.”
“Okay,” Wanda said quietly, “Let me know if you want to hang out at all.”
You squeezed her hand, “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”
She nodded. She tried to peek into your head to see what you were thinking, but you were closed tight. She pushed a little bit, jumping slightly when she heard you say “Get out of my head, Wanda.”
“Sorry, just worried about you,” She laughed nervously.
“I’m fine.” You mumbled, walking out of the kitchen without a glance back.
Bucky watched you leave, unsure what to do or think. You had completely shut him out since Nick’s arrival, and he hated it. He wasn’t used to this side of you, wasn’t used to feeling untrusted by you. He looked over at Wanda, raising an eyebrow at her. She shook her head, silently telling him that she couldn’t get a look at your thoughts.
“She just needs some time.” Clint assured the group.
“Yeah, she’ll be fine.” Tony rushed out in agreement.
Bucky turned to him sharply, “Don’t.”
“What?”
“Don’t speak for her. Don’t pull this shit again.”
“I didn’t do anything, Barnes.” Tony shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.
Bucky stood up, glaring hard. “You should have given her a warning that he was coming. She doesn’t know him, and she doesn’t let just anyone see her abilities.”
“If I had told her, she would have been too nervous to use her powers.” Tony was not budging on this. He believed he did the right thing.
“You don’t know that, Tony. And you heard what she said about not being forced into anything,” Bucky lowered his voice, “You took her choice away from her when you sprang Fury on her.”
Tony opened his mouth to respond, but Bucky was quick to cut him off before he could start, “You didn’t see what she was like when he walked in. You weren’t there, so you didn’t see how terrified she was that she was going to be taken again.”
“That’s not going to happen! We would never let that happen!”
“I know that!” Bucky exclaimed. “But she doesn’t! She may think that we won’t let anything happen to her, but when it comes down to it, distrust has been embedded in her!”
The two men stared at one another. Clint and Wanda felt as if they were stuck in the crosshairs, watching them unload on one another.
“I’m done with this conversation,” Bucky grunted out, turning on his heel to leave, “Put yourself in her shoes next time, Stark.”
~
After a long shower, you laid in your own bed. It was the first time in weeks that you had found yourself here. And while your body ached for Bucky’s presence, your mind was reeling from today’s events. You believed Bucky when he said that everything he said was true, and you also believed him when he said that he wasn’t going to let them take you anywhere. Despite believing him, the fear of being locked away or experimented on overwhelmed you. You had lost so many years of your life at the hands of Hydra, and you were determined to never experience that again.
If you were to join the Avengers on their missions, what would that mean? Would it mean having to give up your own morals and values to complete their missions? What would happen to you if you didn’t agree with something they did or said?
Above all, you didn’t want to lose your freedom. You didn’t want to have to choose between doing as you were told because you were an Avenger, and doing what you thought was right. You didn’t want to be told what to do every day of your life. You have lived that way for eleven years, and you never ever wanted to return to that way of life again.
As you thought all of these things over, you found yourself in a loop, replaying memories of your time with Hydra. You found yourself thinking back to the moments that they had you perform for them, testing your limits. They would send soldiers into the room and have them attack you, so that they could see your abilities. They would find new ways to torture you each day, all so that they could utilize you in the field.
They hated you there. You were too scared and stubborn to ever fight back with all of your power, and that was all they wanted from you. They wanted to break you, wanted to tear you down, so that they could build you back up into their weapon. You played the weakling, and if you were honest with yourself, you were the weakling. They hated that some days— you would just lay on the floor with a bubble of gold surrounding you, keeping you safe from their blows.
Abram was the only one that saw your true potential. He was the only one that saw through your facade, if you could call it that. He knew just how far he could push you before you would completely crumble. He knew your greatest fears and your biggest accomplishments; he knew everything about you. You knew him too. You knew the way his hands felt. Knew that he would hold his breath, and then release it sharply as he would land punches. You knew that his front tooth was chipped from one of the longer days spent with you. You could separate his footsteps from the rest of the soldiers that would drag you out of your cell. The mere sight of him had your chest glowing.
His face flashed before your eyes, like a movie being played. His crystal like eye peered at you, and while he had no sight in that eye, it always felt like it was the one that could see into your mind. He never once yelled at you, but he didn’t have to. His hands were enough.
You could hear his voice clearly as he whispered how weak and ugly you were, but it was always in such a loving tone. Your mind was always reeling when he spoke to you. He loved you in a demented way, loved torturing you, loved that he was the only one that could get you fighting.
His heavy and low tone teased and made your heart race, “Ugly, little thing… stupid, little pet… so weak, but look at you fight… magnificent.”
The lights flickered violently overhead and you gasped, shooting up. You were quick to pull your energy back when you realized what you were doing. “He’s not here,” you whispered to comfort yourself.
A knock on your door startled you.
“Who is it?” You called.
“Me,” Bucky’s gruff voice said from behind the door.
You bit the inside of your cheek, pausing slightly, “Come in.”
He peered inside, waiting for further approval, which you granted. When he came in, he was hiding something behind his back. Your skin crawled, “What do you have?”
He smiled softly before pulling the YooHoo out from behind him. Your lips twitched with a smile, but you were too tired to give it your all. You thanked him quietly.
“I just wanted to… see how you were doing.” He mumbled, standing at the edge of your bed.
You pulled your legs to your chest. He didn’t know what was happening, didn’t know what was going on in your head, and he sure as hell didn’t know how to fix it.
“I’m just having a bad day,” You whispered weakly. You didn’t know how to explain it; you knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt or betray you. You knew it in your heart and your body knew it too, but your mind was screaming danger at every turn today.
“Do you wanna try talking about it?”
You hesitated, unsure what you would even say, “Well… I guess I’m just struggling with someone new seeing me use my powers.”
He nodded, sitting down slowly, waiting for you to continue.
“And I guess—well, I guess it scared me that Nick Fury was blind in one eye and he came in while I was training,” The words were rolling now, a jumble of thoughts, “He came in and scared me. I could tell he was someone important as soon as he walked in; does that happen to you after what you went through? You can tell who has power? It happens to me all the time.”
Bucky was nodding, but you weren’t sure if he understood what you were saying.
“And there’s this voice in the back of my head that’s so mean, so evil, and it says terrible things to me. It told me that you were lying about the way you felt about me, that all of this —the love, the friends, the home—was all just a way to get me to trust everyone here, so that they had a better chance at turning me into a monster. I believe you when you say no, and that you care, and that everything you’ve done or said so far is true, but I also don’t. And I don’t know why I don’t.”
Tears were burning at your eyes now, for the first time today.
“There is a part of me that would love to be able to help people, help you guys when you go on missions, but there is another part of me that just wants to be. I don’t want to be told what to do, and I don’t want to lose myself, and I don’t want to have to choose between following orders and doing what’s right—I don’t even want to be put in that position. Not again.”
Your words were becoming more frantic. Panic was beginning to rise in your chest.
“I don’t want to let anyone down, and I don’t want to hurt people. I want to do good—make people proud, make you proud, my mom. I don’t want to be in pain anymore and I don’t want to lose you.”
Bucky scooched closer to you, wrapping his arms around your body, instantly calming you. Your breathing was ragged, and it pained you to take a breath. You grimaced at the feeling, hating when you got like this.
“As soon as he walked in, it was like the walls were closing in on me. It was like I was repeating history, looking right into the eyes of—“ You stopped short, unable to say the name aloud.
Bucky shushed you gently. He spoke quietly in a soothing voice, right against your ear, “You’re here with us, not him. You’re here and you’re safe. You’re not going to lose me, or anyone for that matter.”
“I might,” You whimpered.
He shook his head, “No, no you’re not going to lose me, (Y/N). Not over the Avengers, not over anything.”
“I want to believe you,” You sobbed, burying your face in his shoulder.
“I know, baby, you don’t have to believe me now,” He cooed, rubbing your back to comfort you, “I’m trying to prove it and I’m going to continue to try for the rest of my life.”
You nodded, blubbering slightly, “That’s so exhausting for you. I’m so sorry you have to do that.”
“Oh, baby, don’t apologize. I want to do it.” His finger found its way beneath your chin, tilting your head back so you could look him in the eyes. “You’re doing the best you can; you’ve been doing so well. Look at how far you’ve come, the progress you’ve made, baby. Don’t sell yourself short.”
You turned your head, feeling that his gaze and words were too intense, but they had sparked something deep in your gut. Look at how far you’ve come.
~
Smut below. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable or a minor. This isn’t vital to the plot, I just couldn’t help myself. It felt like the right time.
You couldn’t sleep. Your body and mind were restless. It was early on a Saturday, so the team was sleeping in. You considered going to the training room to let off some steam, but the sight of the man beside you kept you in bed. His presence was a great comfort to you. Given the events of yesterday, you were more than grateful to have him with you after your mind found some calm.
Bucky was laying next to you, snoring lightly. Your eyes soaked him in, raking up and down his form. You grazed your fingers across his cheek, moving the hair that stuck to his skin. Careful not to wake him, you caressed down his body, moving lazily over his chest and down his stomach.
A hunger settled deep within you, a strong desire taking hold. You sucked your lip into your mouth, breathing the scent of him deeply. His face, body, and smell would forever be seared into your memory. You pressed your lips to his shoulder, the place where metal met skin. Absentmindedly, you dragged your lip across him, loving the contrast in texture and temperature. Bucky took in a shaky breath, causing your eyes to zero in on his face.
He was awake now, still in a sleepy daze, but his eyes were locked on you and your movements. His face was shadowed with growing desire, making your muscles clench. His flesh hand made its way to the side of your face. You nuzzled into his palm, kissing his wrist. He hummed quietly.
Pushing yourself toward him with your toes, your lips hovered over his. You glanced up at him. He groaned internally at the desire and innocence in your eyes. He pulled you closer, meeting your lips with his softly. Neither of you cared about morning breath, oily skin, or bed head. The heat between the two of you was unbearable and you both needed something to quench the seemingly insatiable hunger.
Your lips continued to meet his, kisses growing harder and more passionate. The sounds falling from your lips were driving Bucky wild, but he kept a tight grip on his control. He never pushed you, always let you take the lead and control the momentum, but this time felt different. There was a desperation behind your kisses. You pushed yourself closer to him, laying your upper body on his chest without detaching your lips from his.
Your hands cradled his face, and he absolutely loved how small they felt. It was Bucky’s turn to groan when the smell of your desire began to surround the two of you. His hands tangled in your hair, scraping your scalp in a way that made your toes curl. He was beginning to grow desperate now, his head lifting off the pillow to follow your lips when you pulled away for air. Bucky's grip on his control was slipping, especially when you flicked your tongue against his bottom lip.
He looked at you with hooded eyes, pulling away just slightly to look at your face. You were breathing heavily, hips wiggling against the mattress. He knew you were doing it instinctively, completely unaware of the messages your body was sending you.
“Bucky, I-I—“ you stuttered, feeling so needy, but unsure what you needed, “I need—“
Bucky slowly rolled over, hovering over your body. His knee was strategically placed between your legs, pressing lightly against your center. You gasped at the feeling, a fire igniting in your stomach. You whimpered.
“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he cooed, “I’ll take care of you.”
You nodded frantically, pushing up to lock your lips with his in a passionate and hungry kiss. You needed this, needed him.
“If you don’t like what I’m doing, tell me and I’ll stop immediately,” he demanded between the energetic kisses you were giving him.
You nodded again, “I trust you… just please—I need— please.”
He shushed you gently. His hands slid under the shirt you were wearing. His pace was so slow that you felt you would explode, but the feeling of him on your skin was amazing. You moaned when his fingers grazed the sides of your breasts. He pulled your shirt over your head, carefully analyzing your face for any fear or hesitation, but your eyes were closed and face relaxed. His lips met yours again, traveling down the side of your neck and to your chest, and closing around one of your buds. You moaned airily, back arching off the bed.
Your hands grasped Bucky’s hair, tugging and pushing his head. Bucky’s metal hand went to work on your other breast, and he began to alternate. The sounds he was pulling from you were heavenly, and he growled in response, sending a shock down your spine. Your hips were bucking without your consent, occasionally brushing against Bucky’s growing bulge. He did everything in his power to keep himself in line, not wanting to take things too fast.
“That f-feels so good!” You gasped, sounding surprised and utterly pornagraphic, music to Bucky’s ears.
Bucky hummed a response, licking a fat stripe from your nipple to your jaw, reconnecting your lips. His hand slowly slid down your body, and when he got to the waistband of your panties, he pulled away. Resting his forehead against yours, he looked deeply into your eyes, silently asking for permission. Your eyes were glazed over, but looking at him with wide and innocent eyes. You nodded slowly, every part of your body feeling as if it was tingling.
Bucky took his time sliding your panties down your legs. He groaned at the sight of your slick leaking from your core. He wished he could taste you, knowing you would taste sweet, but he was going to work up to that. Today wasn’t the day for that. Baby steps, Barnes. His fingers brushed through the hair on your mound, pulling a hum from you. You watched him carefully, feeling a little unsure of yourself.
“Bucky,” you whispered, and he forced himself to tear his eyes away from the place he desired to be buried in.
His voice was deep and gravely when he spoke, “Yes, sweet girl?”
You flushed, feeling heat creep up your neck, “I-I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never…”
He smiled, instantly soothing your nerves, “Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m gonna take care of you.” He leaned over your small body and kissed you gently, “Just relax. Tell me if you want to stop.”
You nodded, smiling back at him as he beamed down at you.
His fingers gathered the wetness that dripped from your entrance, causing your body to tighten. Bucky groaned at the sight of you clenching.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, baby. So beautiful, ” he stated, mind reeling over the fact that this was happening right now. You moaned quietly, loving the praise and attention that you were receiving from him.
You cried out when his fingers came into contact with your clit, circling the swollen nub with his slick finger. You sat up on your elbows, a wild look in your eyes.
“Feel good?” He breathed out with a quiet and airy chuckle.
“What was that?” You breathed, nodding rapidly, heart beating out of your chest.
“This?” He smirked, adding pressure as his fingers made tight circles. You moaned, trying to nod, but your head fell back in pleasure. “This, baby girl, is your clit, and if you ever wanna make yourself cum, this is the key.”
You groaned, fisting the sheets in your hands. There was a pressure or a tightening in your lower belly, and you clenched your eyes shut.
“Bu-Bucky,” you whimpered, unsure what was happening, but it felt too good to stop.
“Almost there, baby girl. You’re doing so good, ‘look so beautiful like this.” He continued with his tight, steady circles. He knew he was going to have to rub one out after this, and he knew he would cum quickly, replaying your sounds and the sight of you to get him off. He twitched in his shorts.
Your thighs began to tremble, the tightening in your stomach becoming almost unbearable. Your moans were loud and grew more desperate as you neared your end.
Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes from your face. You looked completely wrecked, blissed out on pleasure. He added a fraction more of pressure, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your body curled in on itself, shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. Bucky worked you through it, whispering sweet praises and compliments.
When you had come down from your high, you were a whimpering, trembling mess. He couldn’t help himself, he licked you off his fingers. He moaned, exciting himself further.
“You did so good, baby. How do you feel?” He asked, hands caressing their way up your body. He kissed you gently.
“So, so good,” you panted, “thank you.”
“Oh, doll, it was my pleasure.” He laughed, pulling you into his body.
You hummed with delight, feeling as if you were floating. Bucky inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw to control himself. He needed to cum. Now.
“I’m gonna shower. You relax. Do you want me to leave the water running, so you could take one after me?” He slid off the bed, strategically keeping his throbbing bulge hidden from you.
“Bucky Barnes, are you saying I smell?” You grinned at him.
“Maybe,” he shot back, unable to stop moving toward the bathroom.
“Rude!” You retorted, throwing one of his pillows at the bathroom door as it closed. You heard him laughing from the other side.
You sighed, feeling completely content and relaxed. The sound of running water soothed you even further. Your eyes fluttered shut, a small smile appearing to be permanently glued on your face. You snuggled deeper into the sheets, sighing happily.
