Dove
I let out a groan as I pushed my face deeper into the pillow then smiled. The bed smelt exactly like Bucky. Mango, peaches with a delicate musk that you could not find anywhere else. It still had his warmth even though he had left minutes before to start breakfast for us.
My smile only grew bigger when I opened my eyes and realized none of it had been a dream. Bucky was not a fiction of my imagination and everything that had happened was real. Last night was real and this morning was real.
He was gentle and slow. Delicate not to hurt me but gave me exactly what I needed that it both felt like we came alive together. My heart nearly stopped each time I thought about it. So this was sex. This is what had people being mindless when they met just the right person.
