Kisses in the Morning
Summary: Reader has some angst about a job interview and of course she goes to her favorite person for a late night stress relief session of baking.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1400
A/N: Hello all! It has been a hot minute since I have written anything, and for anyone that cares, I’m sorry! Life has been a highway as they say. But here is a submission for @caplanbuckybarnes writing challenge! I have been dying to write more so I hope this is something you all enjoy!
The clock above your bookshelf was taunting you. It knew that you had important things to do in the morning, but still its constant ticking sent you into a spiraling madness. 2:30 a.m. You had exactly 32 hours until you were going to be interviewing at one of the best bakeries in the city and you were so nervous it was keeping you up at night. Every scenario was going through your head at an inhuman pace. You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t sleep and that damn clock was going to drive you insane.
Pulling a few things out of your cupboard you decided to get out of the house. You pack some things into an over the shoulder bag and head out of your apartment. You go where you always go when things are hard. To the only person to make you calm when you are so stressed it hurts physically. When you get there it is 3 a.m, he’s going to kill you. You knock on the door loudly.
“Bucky!” You call, knocking louder as each minute passes that he doesn’t answer the door. You know he has to be home, that boy barely ever leaves his house these days. “Buck, please!”
You hear a shuffle from the other side of the door and it swings open, revealing a very tired looking James Buchanan Barnes. He rubs his eyes and looks you up and down. “What the hell are you doing here? It’s 3 in the morning?”
“I needed to get out of my house, that damn interview is driving me crazy. Can I use your kitchen?” You walked past him into his apartment and kind of just stared out the window for a minute, losing your concentration on convincing him to let you bake in his apartment at three in the morning. Bucky was your best friend, had been for 5 years. The truth was there was this feeling in your stomach that had manifested recently. A more than friends feeling that you couldn’t seem to shake. Everything about Mr. Bucky Barnes made you feel tingly inside, like he was everything you were looking for and you wanted it bad, but you were afraid. Just like you were afraid of this interview going wrong, you didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship you had created. You were scared he didn’t feel the same way, so like with most things you kept your mouth shut about it.
“Come right in, I wasn’t sleeping or anything,” He sighs and closes the door behind you and walks into the kitchen. The flick of the light switch brings me out of my trance. “Kitchen is all yours.”
“Thank you Bucky, truly I owe you big time.” You make your way to the kitchen and set up the things you brought. You raid his cabinets for everything else you need. Baking is something you always did when you were stressed and for some reason it really helped. Not to mention everyone adored the things you made for them. Bucky’s favorite was your famous strawberry rhubarb pie. You had everything to make it so that’s where you started.
Bucky leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and watched you as you hurried around the kitchen gathering everything you needed for the recipe. “What’s going on Y/N, why are you so nervous about this, you’re an amazing baker and I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend.” He crossed his arms and looked at you more intently now. You just noticed that he was only wearing his pajama pants, his chest bare.
“What if I’m not good enough Buck?” You sigh and stand still for a minute, leaning against the counter, your hands pressing against the cool granite.
“I have a hard time believing that you aren’t good enough for anything.” Bucky saunters over to you and presses a hand to your back, sliding it over your silk pajama tank top. “Look I know this is a big deal to you, but I really believe that you are an amazing baker and you shouldn’t doubt yourself about anything.” He smiles down at you.
A tear comes to the corner of your eye and you quickly wipe it away, feeling a wave of relief wash over you because Bucky truly knows how to make you feel like you’re on top of the world. You turn around and wrap your arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly. “I don’t know what I would do without you Barnes,” You whisper into his shoulder.
Bucky shrugs. “You’d be alright, because you’re strong and you can do anything you put your mind to.”
You blush and turn away from his going back to scan over your recipe, you had made a couple tweaks to it to make it perfect. “Wanna help me out and start rolling out the pie dough?”
“Sous Chef Barnes at your service.” Bucky bows slightly and takes the pie dough out of its plastic covering, spreading down flour before putting the dough onto the counter.
As you are chopping up the rhubarb you feel a slight puff and white powder floating around your body. Flour is now sticking to your hair and your pajamas. You look up to see Bucky smirking with another handful of it in his hand. “Bucky! Don’t you dare!”
He grins and huffs a breath of air out, sending the flour straight into your face. You sneeze as some of the grains go up your nose. You hear Bucky laugh heavily, the noise beautiful and slick like honey. “Come on, have a little fun,” He snorts.
“I hate you so much,” You groan and wipe yourself off. “You’re supposed to be helping me bake, not make a mess of your own kitchen.” You huff.
He holds up another handful of flour and this time you take off running. He chases you around his apartment, causing you to screech with laughter. You haven’t ever had this much fun at three in the morning. You were starting to forget all of the stress that the interview was causing you. All you could think about was how handsome Bucky looked running around chasing you.
Suddenly you catch yourself falling. You must have tripped over something. You completely lose balance and fall to the floor, your back thudding against the ground painfully, but you can’t help but laugh. Bucky lands on top of you, catching himself on his hands.
“Are you okay,” He asks, concern filling his voice for a moment.
“I’m fine,” You giggle between words. You find yourself breathing a little harder now, his body inches from your own.
“Let me get that.” He brushes the flour covered hair from your face and smirks. Your heartbeat speeds up as he leaves his hand on your face, holding you in place. “Sorry.”
“No, it's..it's okay,” You stutter out and you can’t help but stare into his beautiful eyes.
Bucky is staring back at you, his eyes full of determination and love. You’ve never seen him look at you like this before, it’s different, it’s dare you say better than any other look he’s ever given to you. It’s got you wishing you could control your heart because you swear if it pounded any louder he would be able to hear it. He doesn’t move for a minute or so, just stares down at you, a smile playing on his lips. Before you know it his eyes are closed and he is inching closer to you, his lips just centimetres from your own. You feel your stomach moving into your throat, should you lean in? Meet him for the kiss? Was that what was happening? Before you could even fathom an explanation his lips were softly meeting yours, his hand cupping your cheek.
“Bucky.” You breathe out, unable to utter any intelligent response.
“Sorry, I just, I couldn’t help myself.”
You didn’t say anything just quickly pressed your lips to his again, deepening the kiss as he melted into you. Once you pulled away you let your hands do the rest, you shoved a handful of flour into his face and grinned with pride. “Now let me make my pie!” You shoved him off of you and stood up, a giant grin on your face as he watched you walk away with a look of amazement on his face.
