#jaamesbbarnes

He’s tired and cold. The conventions had been moved up to Toronto for the year, near McGill University, and while James Barnes knew the coldest of New York winters, this was just on a completely different level. All he wanted to do was sleep the weekend away, maybe even watch some Cosmos. Yes, the darkness of his apartment would be most welcoming, but that wasn’t what was expecting him as he opened the door. There was unfamiliar warmth to his apartment he wasn’t used to, as he walks through the small hallway entrance –leaving his coat and luggage near the entrance – into the kitchen to see a lovely sight.

You sitting on his kitchen countertop, meal and cake all prepared for him to celebrate a belated birthday. He comes over to you, a wide smile on his face as your eyes sparkle with longing, love, and something else underneath the artificial light. He steps up closer, as you get up all comfortable in a warm long-sleeve and long pajama pants. It looks like you had been staying at his place for quite awhile.

“What are–” his ask is stopped, as you drag his lips to meet yours.

Your kiss is pure desperation and longing, as you circle your arms around his neck. It takes him a moment to steady himself, as grabs you by the waist only to rub his thumbs on the places where your shirt didn’t reach anymore. You grin and drag your tongue across his bottom lip, only for him to let out a small whimper. It feels too short, but you soon separate due to the lack of air. You’re grinning and breathing heavily, and mingling together since you don’t want to part,  as you place your forehead on his.  

“I missed you–”

“BUCKY!” the sudden call of his name jolts the physics teacher as he gets up from his folded arms slightly only to stop at the curious of you. Your arms are folded as well and you are only a few inches away from him, almost as if you have been watching him sleep on top of the reference desk.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” you tease him, while giving him a bright smile but all he wants to do is pull you in to kiss your silly like in his dream. However, you’re back up and the moment passes. He lets out a tired sigh.

“Are you all right?”