Dancing in the rain
This is for @traitorjoelite ‘s #sweet as sugar challenge.. I chose to write ‘friends to lovers’ in the marvel universe.
Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Word count - 1.4k
Warnings - None :)
"And then he turned back into himself and went, "AAHHH!!! It's me! And then stabbed Thor".
Bucky couldn't help but smile as you giggled after telling him your favorite Loki prank, of how Loki had once turned himself into a snake and stabbed Thor when they were mere kids. He would have commented on how Loki -like that was but right now, he couldn't care less.
He just looked at you, telling him a story to cheer him up with your hands moving for emphasis and he couldn't care less about the story. As a small smile crept across his lips, he realized he could listen to you talk about the weather and would still be enthralled.
He had had a bad day. They happened more often than not to him, honestly. He could get frustrated at the smallest of things these days. The coffee might be too sweet. The roads are too loud. The weather is too humid. Anything.
But today, it was much worse. He had his court-mandated therapy session today and it was exhausting. He rarely ever answered Dr. Raynor's questions but she was coming up with new ways to get him to talk. He knew she was just doing her job, but it annoyed him to no end.
When he walked out of her office, pissed and feeling like he was about to close up on himself, he called the one person he knew would help him feel better, you. He would have been more than happy to just talk to you over the phone but you told him you were just in the neighborhood and that he should meet you in the nearby coffee shop. He didn't have to be told twice.
The waiter's voice brings Bucky back to reality and he realizes it's time to leave. He might not have noticed, but a couple of hours had already passed.
The both of you start walking towards the gate of the cafe as you lean in towards him to whisper, "Buck, you wanna talk about it now?"
Bucky just shakes his head. He hadn't told you before because he badly needed anything to distract him, and you understood. You always did.
This time, he just smiles at you. He is feeling much better now. He would even go as far as calling himself happy or at least content.
When the both of you walk out of the door, the smell and the winds hit you before you hear the pitter-patter of rain. It was raining, heavily and it looked like it had been for an hour.
Bucky looks at you when he is about to call a cab but he can't get himself to speak. You have taken a small step in the rain and with your face towards the rain, you have closed your eyes as the raindrops touch your features gently.
As a few of the raindrops slide through your face towards your shoulder blades, Bucky feels an unreasonable pang of jealousy towards the rain. How it could caress you so gently without the fear of hurting you in the slightest. Oh, what he would give to be able to do that.
As if your feet had a mind of their own, you took a step further and were now, drenching in rain. But you couldn't care any less. The rain had always provided you with ecstasy. It was your escape from reality, where you could just close your eyes for a moment and pretend like the rest of the world didn't matter.
Bucky watched as you stepped into the rain and with a small smile on your face, spread your hands. Your feet started to move and before you knew it, you were dancing in the rain.
You were whirling and leaping like you weighed no more than a sprite. Your fingers slice through the rain and spend a spray of water for you to dance through in the next second.
And Bucky could swear he had never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. Completely forgetting about the cab or heading home, he just stared as you whirled through the rain. He was sure he had forgotten to breathe too.
After what felt like an eternity or could just be mere seconds, you slowly opened your eyes to be met by the blue ones you had become so familiar with. You widened your smile and Bucky could swear he saw a mischievous glint in your eyes.
You walk towards him, your smile unflattening. Bucky narrows his eyes at you but can't help but smile back.
"Dance with me?" You whisper to him as you bring your hand forward.
Bucky shakes his head, "Doll, That's - " All his excuses die on his tongue when he looks into your eyes. With the rain still falling on your face, and the slight light of the street light brightening your features, Bucky realizes you didn't just look beautiful, you looked ethereal. How could he ever say no to you?
He puts his hand in yours and your smile widens even more. For a moment, Bucky wonders if you can feel the sudden warmth that engulfed his heart because of the touch too.
You bring his hands towards you, exposing him to the rain too. But Bucky realizes he doesn't mind the wettiness of the rain, or the smell or the winds, or even the people hurrying to protect themselves from the rain. All of that didn't trouble him anymore as the only thing he could focus all his senses on was you and the way you were looking at him.
You bring one of his hands to your waist as he hesitantly touches you and holds the other firmly in yours. Bucky gets a sense of deja vu as he remembers taking girls out for dancing back in the 40s. Steve told him he used to be a ladies' man back in the day. But he knows it's nothing like now. None of the girls were as beautiful as you. He didn't feel as strongly for anyone as he does for you.
He hesitates for a second, realizing he doesn't really know the steps. A lot of things had changed since the 40s. Who knows how much dance had changed too?
But when you smile at him, he realizes it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that he doesn't know the steps. It doesn't matter that he doesn't remember the last time he had done this or the fact that the both of you were drenching in rain in the middle of the road, most probably about to make fool of yourselves. The only thing that mattered was that you were here, smiling at him, looking at him as if he had hung the stars. And he realizes that this is all he will ever need. You are everything he'll ever need.
The both of you start swaying a little. None of you notice that there is no music to guide your steps, you just let each other guide you through.
With your hands in his, all you see is the blue of his orbs and it's like drowning in an ocean except the difference is, you let yourself drown in them because it feels like if you fall deep enough, you'll reach home.
The rain, the cafe, the people, everything dissolve until it was just the two of you.
Bucky's eyes follow the path of a raindrop as it falls from your head, through your stained cheeks, and to the softness of your lips. His eyes linger there for a moment longer and he hopes you don't notice. But you do.
You rise on your tip toes until your eyes level with his and lean in. You stop just as your lips are about to touch his and look up at him, giving him the chance to pull away. Instead, he leans in until your lips meet.
It is the softest and the most gentle of kisses. And even though the both of you are drenching in rain, you are surrounded by a warmth none of you has ever felt before.
Bucky used to hate the rain. But if they mean he could always be this close to you, dancing through the rains as if the demons of the world didn't matter, maybe he could learn to tolerate them. Because you will always be his anchor in the storm.
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