Bucky Barnes || dress to take off

Only bought this dress so you could take it off. πŸ’„ Dress up just to ask Bucky to undress you. Have fun, fellas.

Bucky Barnes || dress to take off

Only bought this dress so you could take it off. πŸ’„ Dress up just to ask Bucky to undress you. Have fun, fellas.

She stood in front of the mirror of her bedroom, awkwardly straightening her dress, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't even there. She brushed nonexistent dust from the fabric, trying not to look at her own reflection too often.

Now it seemed a little ridiculous to just buy a dress in order to have it taken off. Especially when she admitted to herself that it was really all she wanted from this dress. And the dress wasn't even bad, it was great on her, she was just... She just wanted Bucky to take it off her. Just like a damn present for the holidays. There was something about it that sent shivers down her spine, which made her lick her lips nervously. And, of course, Bucky had undressed her before, oh, more than once. But it was different when she was planning to ask for it.

She shouted into the other room, hearing Bucky swearing under his breath, moving his feet quickly.

Bucky, well, wasn't allowed to see what was going on. So when her voice called out to him, sounding a little strangled and embarrassed, Bucky left all unnecessary things aside, gently pushing the cat away from the bedroom door and slamming the door right in front of the ingratiating feline nose.

"Hey, doll. What's wrong?" His voice trails off a little as he turns around and his practically crystal blue eyes run up and down her figure. He clears his throat, blinking rapidly. "Oh, uh, beautiful dress, baby... What's the occasion?"