Summary: After the longest day of working, you sneak to the kitchen to whip up a quick gift for your Valentine, the Bucky Barnes.
Prompt: Kissing in the kitchen while something burns on the stove
Pairing: Bucky x Cage!Reader
Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst idk
A/N: This is my first time writing a fic ever ahhhhhh. Please have mercy on this and understand I have never written anything like this before. It isn't the best, so I apologize, but I will continue writing and hopefully improving! Advice/Tips are welcomed! I hope you all enjoy! This is for @pinksplace and the Dear My Darling Reader fic exchange created by @salty-tang.
A jingle breaks the encapsulating silence as your keys fall to the floor. Greatโฆ You try to minimize the noise you make your way through the tower. All that can be heard is the scuffling of your feet as you slowly step out of your weathered boots and shove them into your tenebrous room before heading towards the dimly lit, almost eerie elevators. Slowly blinking, you use what little motivation you have to step into the lift. As the doors slide open on the right floor, you make your way to the noiseless kitchen.ย
It was Valentines day, well it had been valentines day, it was way past midnight by now. All day had been spent on fighting, paperwork, meetings with the community, fighting, and then some more paperwork. This has been your reality for the past couple of weeks, with work being assigned to you exponentially more than before. Taking it on, you were a little ticked off, maybe you were being delusional but the one year you have a Valentine, suddenly you are designated with every task that needs to be done on Valentines day and the days leading up to it.ย
You hadnโt been able to even think of what you were going to get your Valentine, the one and only Bucky Barnes. Guilt silently ate you up all day but you set your shoulders and pushed through the rest of the day, hoping you would finish early to make a last minute gift. Yet here you were, in the middle of the still night, lips pursed, eyes drooping and feet dragging.ย
Pulling slowly, you grab a small pot from the pristine, sleek cabinets without making noise. You grab your phone and type and retype a few words into the search bar as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Propping it upon the counter, you inhale before dropping your shoulders and getting to work. The moments blur as you follow the instructions on your phone, making a nice treat for your Valentine, albeit late.ย
Things seem to be going well until you hear the tap of a shoe and a clearing of a voice. Whipping around, you come to face the disgustingly handsome face of your valentine. Bucky takes in your appearance for a moment before tilting his headย
โWhatcha doinโ doll?โย
Clothed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, it takes you a moment to process as your mouth moves quicker than your brain.
โNone of your business, pea-brainโย
Chuckling, he steps into the soft light โPea-brain? Is that your new nickname for your Valentine?โย
Rolling your eyes slightly as the corner of your mouth slightly upturns,
ย โSorry, my bad, I thought you were someone else.โ Staying quiet for a moment, your lips part to speak but close your mouth as you rephrase what you're trying to say.ย
โSorry I wasn't able to spend the day with you-โ you sigh before being cut off
โDoll, donโt apologize, I know you were workingโ He reassures you with a slight smile, stepping forward and reaching for your hand.ย
โLets get you to bed, youโve had a long dayโ he says pulling you towards the door. You pull back, making his eyebrows raise and his head to tilt slightlyย
โIโm in the middle of cookingโ You say crossing your arms as you look up into his magnetising eyes.
Watching as your eyes lock onto his, he leans his bare back against the island, facing you. Crossing his arms he moves his gaze to your lips very subtly but still noticeably. Your mind short circuits before you catch on to what he is doing. Acting indifferent, you cross your arms and lean back against the cold marble counters across from him.ย
โWhy do you need to be cooking right now? You need sleep, Y/Nโ Bucky says quietly.
Explaining yourself, you reluctantly confess โBecause Iโm trying to make you a nice treat since you asked me to be your Valentine. I know, I know, I should've thought about this beforehand and planned things out, but I got caught up with work and I-โย
Again interrupting Bucky responds โDoll, as much as I appreciate the effort, you need sleepโ His eyes plead, as he sees the bags under your eyes.ย
โBut wouldnโt you like a dessert for Valentine's day?โย
Shaking his head and smiling โI would like for you to go to bedโย
โI need to do something for you, it's for Valentine's day! Good god, didn't you say you wanted-โ You insisted before suddenly watching him stand up and shorten the distance between you and him considerably.
โAll I want for Valentines is youโ although a rare occurrence, you are left utterly speechless, unable to quip back.
Tingling, you feel as his chilly metal hand slides up your waist and the other cups the side of your face. Instantaneously, your hands jump up and you pull them to your chest, just barely being able to feel his chest. Lips parting slightly out of being stunned.ย
Speaking softly he answers โYes?โย
You don't answer as you lean up painstakingly slow, the tension of the last two weeks suddenly making me realize how little time youโve spent with Bucky. You know he can feel it too, as you notice how intensely he is watching you and how tense his body is. Before you realize what you are doing, you close the tiny gap between your lips. A hum sounds from the back of Bucky's throat as he dives headfirst. He has been longing for a private moment between you guys for the last few weeks. Now that he finally has you in his arms, he kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, kissing you so slowly, savoring the moment and the taste.
Caught up in the moment as your hand begins to wander, you both don't smell the burning scent wafting up in the air, nor do you both hear the violent sizzles being heard from the pot on the stove. The only thing that caught you out of the trance is when the blaring fire alarm goes off. Jumping slightly, you pull back and look at the stove. But before you can react, both Tony and Steve run in and see the two of you closer than coworkers should be and the pot on the stove bubbling and burning all across the stove. Steve runs and turns off the stove and quickly puts the pot into the sink. Tony crossed his arms and smirks. Seeing his expression, your eyes narrow and you throw your hand up in his direction, sending him the jersey salute.ย
โNext time you guys decide to make out in the kitchen, please turn off the stoveโ Steve says in his annoyingly stern tone, before heading out of the kitchen.
Smiling to himself, Tony follows Steve out of the room, leaving the flustered couple and a mess to clean up.ย
โI think itโs time we head to bedโ you whisper
Kissing you on the head, bucky smiles โI love you, dollโย
