Dove
I pressed a kiss to Bucky's forehead partially in bafflement on what was wrong with him this morning before I had to leave. He had come to my room a day ago at 3am and made love to me until I was screaming. It was euphoric, the best we've probably ever had and because of that we had to push my photoshoot for today. We barely left the bed and whenever he held me I just couldn't get enough of him.
That was normal. Us being like this was completely normal. What was not normal was Bucky having a nightmare between that or the way he cancelled all his appointments for the next two days and the fact he didn't want to leave my room. At first I thought he was sick but his actions contracted that whenever he made love to me. He wasn't sick but he was tense. Then I thought back to his hotel and figured that must have really stressed him out.
