Title: Sommeil
a condition of body and mind that typically recurs for several hours every night, in which the nervous system is relatively inactive, the eyes closed, and auspicious to dreams. However, Bucky barely sleeps and he often loses himself in reverie where Sarah plays the starring role as they slowly become friends and maybe more.
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"Tea?" Bucky repeated.
Without much a thought, Bucky sat on the corner of Sarah's bed.
"Yes," Sarah responded, and she took his present position on her bed as a tacit agreement to go about their nightly routine. "Sam said you'd arrive a tad bit later, and I thought you'd be in need of sleep." She plainly stated.
Bucky's throat dried, and he looked at Sarah. For a few seconds, he waited for her to say more before he dwelled on her words and their consequences on his emotional state. When he came to his conclusion, Bucky could not help the smile spreading on his lips.
"You were waiting for me," He spoke so quietly that Sarah had to stretch her ear.
"Do you have an issue with that?" She inquired.
"No," Bucky rushed to answer. "Absolutely not." He emphasized.
Sarah chuckled at his eagerness to stand by her weirdness. Although, she did not feel too weird for waiting for Bucky's return home. The two previous nights had felt empty, and she had discovered that she missed him enough to think of him.
"Good," Sarah declared. "Because then it would have made everything awkward." She sincerely pointed out. "I would have to look for a good explanation for why I did that. Then it wouldn't be good. I would be mumbling and saying nothing good. I would be embarrassed and blushing. I kind of have an explanation." She said as she mumbled and failed to explain herself without embarrassment.
"Do you have a good explanation?" Bucky asked with his most charming smile.
"Absolutely," Sarah breathed out to recover from the last seconds of endless explanation. "An unexpected one," she added to think of anything besides the weird interpretation attached to wanting his company despite having it more nights than she can count. "We're fast friends," Sarah deadpanned.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow. He had expected something in the line of his thoughts and wanted his fantasy spoken through Sarah's mouth. He wished she had missed him and concluded that he was essential to her peaceful night. Perhaps, he would be better off voicing his thoughts
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