#caringforyou

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly.

“Just been one of those days, darling.” I murmured softly, taking a few bites of the greens on my plate. 

Bucky hummed in response, turning on my favorite show on the tv, both of us eating and relaxing in silence together for a few minutes before he spoke up. “You’re beautiful, doll. You know that?” 

“Not right now.” I chuckled, taking another bite of the meal he provided for me. “Tastes great, babe.” 

“You are, you truly are beautiful, doll face. At all times, in all places. And especially right now.” Bucky murmured softly, setting his empty plate aside. He leaned over to press a kiss to my cheek. “Finish eating my love. I’ll get a warm bath ready for you.” 

Bucky stood, and left the room. He took his plate to the sink and then left to head into the master bedroom. I continued watching the show for a bit, eating and sipping small gradual sips on my wine, until my plate was empty and my stomach full. 

Bucky returned a few seconds later, taking my empty plate from me and to the sink before returning to my side. He held out his hand for me to take, and I placed my hand on his own. He pulled me up to my feet, before bending down swiftly and scooping my legs out from underneath me. He proceeded to carry me bridal style through the master bedroom and into the bathroom.

He set me down on my feet gently when he entered the bathroom. The room itself was lit by candles, the water pink, rose petals in the water, evidence of my favorite bath bomb. He had one of my favorite books, my favorite snacks, a glass of wine, essential oil laying on a shelf across the bathtub. His favorite soft 40s music playing in the background. 

“Bucky, you didn’t have to do all this.” I said softly. 

“Nonsense, sweetheart. You had a rough day. Least I can do is help you feel appreciated.” He murmured softly, then gently pulled at my clothes. His actions weren’t an effort to seduce me, rather just intimate affection and adoration. 

Once he had me undressed, he helped me settle into the bathtub, instructing me to relax and get comfortable. I did as he asked, settling down in the warm, pink water, my head laying back on the bathtub wall comfortably. 

Bucky then gently lathered my hair with the water, before lathering his hands in conditioner, and tending to the ends of my hair. He then let it sit for a bit as he rinsed his hands and then tended to my body. Washing the residue from the day with my loofa and my body wash. 

He started gingerly with my arms, then gently worked his way around my neck and shoulders, then down my chest until it met with the water. He let my body soak in the suds while he rinsed his hands, then rinsed my hair. 

He then got my scalp a little more wet before lathering his hands with my shampoo, then tending to the roots of my hair. I let out a soft hum as he worked his fingers on my scalp, scrubbing away the dirt and grime of the day. 

He let it sit for a bit while he worked gently to rinse the suds off my body, then rinsed out my hair. Once he finished, he gently pulled my hair up into a messy, wet bun. Then, grabbed my facial cleanser, washing my face before rinsing and handing me face mask. 

“You’re too good to me, Bucky.” I whispered.

“Could say the same for you, sweet cheeks.” He murmured softly in response. “Just relax and let take care of ‘ya.” 

I hummed softly, closing my eyes and just relaxing. He gently pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Take as long as you need, love. I’ll be in the bedroom, doll.” He murmured, before getting up and leaving me to myself in the bathtub. 

I lay there for awhile longer before getting up, and drying off. I wrapped a robe around myself and then made my way into our shared bedroom. Bucky was lying on the bed, just like he’d said he’d be, reading a book quietly. 

He was dressed in his pajamas, white t shirt and grey sweats. He looked comfortable, relaxed. I smiled softly, before changing into my under garments and my own pajamas. Just some shorts and tang top. 

I settled on the bed next to him, Bucky smiling softly as he set down his book. 

“On your stomach, arms up under your head baby.” He murmured sweetly. 

I would’ve been lying if I said I ignored him. Instead, doing exactly as he asked, my arms underneath my head, acting as a pillow as I lay on my stomach. It was then I felt his hands. 

He kneaded the tight muscles in my back gently, working out each and every knot with precision. It made me moan and hum softly in content. I felt more relaxed the longer he did it. 

His fingers working deeper into the knots, slowly, the kinks fading from the tight muscles. I took a deep breath, my spine popping a few times with the added relaxation. 

Bucky turned and flipped off the lamp on the night stand, then settling down next to me on the bed. He pulled the covers up over both of us, then pulling me in close as his little spoon. 

My head rest on his metal shoulder, my arms wrapped around his bionic arm, our hands clasping to each other’s. His flesh arm wound itself around my waist, holding me close and tight to his body. His thumb tracing small circles on my stomach. 

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, his voice muffled by my hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“I love you too, Bucky. Thank you.” I whispered back, relaxing in his arms, and falling into a calm, comforting, deep sleep.  

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