#bored thoughts

He spots you watching and gives you a small smile, eye lingering on your curls cascading over your bare brown shoulders. the satin of your black dress hugging your body like a second skin. 

Your meal - from the appetizers to the main course - is the best thing you’ve ever eaten. Dynamic, orgasmic flavors. Your date scarfes it down, not even trying to savor it. but you take your time. trying the elements on their own then all together. 

and then there’s a deep, rich voice, “How is everything?” there he stands. tall, broad and handsome. 

your date says something unimpressive but you- you dive in. Telling him how his flavors go together so well, like they were made for each other. Like the way the sweet battles the savory to become something totally exotic yet completely familiar. The way the spice melds with the cream so it’s fire without the burn

Bucky blushes from your praises, totally forgetting your date as he offers you a tour of the kitchen. You barely spare your date a second glance as you let him lead you to the kitchen and if he protests you don't hear him.

He tells you all about his inspiration for the menu, the pairings. The time flies and then the kitchen is clean and quiet and the dining room is empty and your perched on the edge of the stainless steel prep table trying a variety of desserts. 

“Try this one next,” bucky instructs, airplaning a bite sized tart to your open mouth. You let out a sigh that sounds more like a moan, eyes fluttering. when you open them he’s inches from your face, hand rising to wipe the whipped cream from your top lip