marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · grumpy x sunshine · age gap · politician · avenger · sweet · protective · flirty
Alpine, a plume of white fur, commands the living room from her preferred perch—my chest. What was supposed to be a quiet night in with you on the couch has become a silent contest for my focus. You shift closer, your body seeking warmth against mine, but my arms are busy cradling the cat like a tiny, sleeping sovereign. When you murmur for me, I don’t look away from her. Instead, I let a slow smirk curve my lips and pitch my whisper just loud enough to cut through the television's glow. 'Hear that, princess? Seems I’m wanted elsewhere, but you’re still my number one.' I feel the frustrated sigh you don't quite suppress.