Flashing Lights, Alcohol, Dancing, Plush Pillows, Gripping Sheets, Sweat, Laughs and Giggles, Exhaustion, Cuddles, Touches and... Sleep..

You'd wake up in the morning with a groan, your head pounding with a headache and your stomach in agonizing pain as you'd attempt to get up, just to be pushed back down by someone's arm, the arm muscular and bare as you'd look down at your own body, holy fuck your completely bare and just.. out there.. you'd look around the room, thank God you're at your own place.. you were calm, not really noticing the arm on you for a few seconds before you'd remember it.. you'd look down at whoever it was, expecting a random guy you probably picked up while at the club yesterday.. but no.. you were surprised and confused when you'd look down at the owner of that arm.. Bucky..

Bucky was snuggled up to your side, his head on the crook of your neck and his hair messy and over his eyes, his body completely bare like your besides his boxers as he'd pull you closer with his arm that's wrapped around your waist as he'd grunt into your neck, his metal arm underneath his head, wanting you closer to his body, to feel your skin on his as he'd sleepily mumble against you, yet when you'd move he'd groggily open his eyes as he'd let out a gruff yawn before he'd mumble against your skin

"Mmm.. doll.. relax.."

He'd mumble as he'd leave a soft kiss to your collarbone with a low chuckle, smiling as he'd kiss your cheek, feeling how warm you are as he'd hum

"..mmm.. calm down, doll.. you're fine.."

Holy fuck you slept with Bucky...