Landing back at their home base felt like a vacation in itself. Swinging down from the cockpit, Buck helps Y/N back onto her feet, stabilizing her from the long flight back.
The Americans that they had found the other day brought them back with their squad. They had given Buck a plane to fly back which Y/N happily obliged to accompany him in. The trip felt longer than it was, the excitement making her lose track of time.
"Major and Y/N, welcome back."
And there was Crosby. He looked a little older than when the girl had last seen him, or more mature she should say. He held himself up high, contrasting the shyer man she had left. She had no doubt they were working him hard. It was apparent in his features and clean-cut hair.
"Crosby, they still got you at this dump?", Buck laughs, taking off his sunglasses and hooking them on the pocket of his pants.
"Sure do", he smiles, turning to Y/N who instantly wraps her arms around him, enveloping her friend in a hug to which he gladly returns.
"Major", Rosie greets, coming up to them not long after Crosby had.
"Rosie", Buck addresses back with the slight bow of his head.
The chorus of voices welcoming Buck back became louder as more and more men from the 100th came onto the tarmac. Y/N got the occasional short conversation, but the love for Buck made the girl smile. Though he wasn't as close to them as he is with Bucky, he knew almost everyone on base.
After the reunion on the landing strip, Crosby and Rosie had brought the two returning soldiers to their jeep that was parked not far from where they had landed.
There were multiple planes flying overhead, dropping what seemed to be packages onto the field that surrounded the base, rolling to a stop from the friction of the grass. There had to be over two hundred brown parcels being given to them, spiking curiosity in Y/N.
"What's this for?", she asks, motioning to the delivery site with her hand, leaning her side against the vehicle for support.
"The Dutch are starving to death", Rosie begins explaining. "So, the allies are dropping tons of food west and southwest of the Zuider Zee."
"Supposed to be a flak truce with the Germans", Crosby adds on. "So, no flaks or AA guns. So far, they have refused, but hell, we're flying anyway."
She smiles and nods her head in understanding. At least something good was happening after the war had ended. "That's great to hear."
Hopping into the jeep, Y/N takes a seat in the back with Buck while Rosie and Crosby take their seats in the front. The ride was quite for the most part, the occasional bickering arising between them, but the ride was short. They dropped Y/N off at her quarters first, waving goodbye and telling her they'd be back over later to give her a debrief on what's going to happen now that the war was over.
She opens her cabin door, the place looking exactly how she had left it but takes notice of how little dust there was around the place. Thank you, cleaners.
Y/N walks over to her window that was beside her bed, opening it fully to let the breeze intergrade into the room. She takes a deep inhale, flourishing in the smell that she had associated with home. Taking off her jacket and boots by the front door, she hangs her jacket on her coat rack and collapses onto her bed, rolling over on her back to face the ceiling. The exhaustion of what she had endured in her time away finally presenting itself, causing her eyes to feel heavy and her body feeling like it was melting into the comfort of her mattress. Her joints became weak as sleep pulled on her consciousness. She lets out a large yawn, her voice croaking with the gesture.
The girl rolls over onto her side, curling up on top of the blankets, not bothering to put them on and basks in the breeze that flows over her body, calming her into a deep slumber she desperately needed.
It had only been a few hours since the sleep had taken over, yet it was so rudely interrupted by the knock on her door. She groans, not wanting to get up and rubs her eyes. She stares at the door for a minute before ultimately taking the better decision to answer the door. Crosby did say he was going to be back, and she would hate to ignore him.
Rolling out of her bed, the patter of her feet is the only thing that can be heard until another knock bangs against the door. Rolling her eyes, she opens up the door.
"Geez, Crosby, can't a girl sleep?", she questions though her voice began to falter halfway through her sentence as she looked at the man on the other side of the room that was in fact not Crosby.
Stood there with a grin that people would be able to see for miles was the man that she thought she had lost.
Slap
Now, was the slap across the cheek necessary? Well, no... but it felt good.
Head turned to the side from the impact, he looks down to the floor a soft chuckle leaving his lips. He turns his head to face her and looks down at her, tongue darting over his bottom lip, nodding his head, trying to wrap it around what had just happened.
"Yeah, I missed you too. Not really the welcoming party I was expecting though."
"Next time don't make promises that you can't keep."
"You can't still be mad over that right?", he asks, raising his eyebrows in questioning, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I thought I lost you..."
"Hey, come on. You can't get rid of me that easily", he smiles, his dimples framing his face as one of his hands comes close to her face and tucks a stand of her hair behind her ear.
"Oh, but how much I wish I could", she smiles back.
"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me again. I figured you'd swoon."
"God, Bucky. When will I ever get rid of you?"
He shakes his head, looking down at the girl's lips. He looks back up at her eyes and pushes himself off the doorframe, walking closer to Y/N. She backs up as he makes his way into her room, and once he's in far enough, he closes the door, pushing it back with his foot.
"Never", he mummers, wrapping one of his hands around the back of the girl's neck, the other being placed on the small of her back. He brings her close, his lips enclosing around hers and turning them around, so he was pressing her back against the door. He leaned over her, securing her in place, never wanting to see her leave again.
Y/N's hands had gone to the side of his face, trying to pull him impossibly closer, their breaths mingling together as the passion built between them. The air was hot, every touch and flick of the tongue sending waves of heat and flame through one another's bodies.
Bucky eventually began to trail his mouth downwards, kissing and nipping at the skin around her jawline and down to her neck. Y/N's hands had now moved to the back of his head, tugging at his hair creating low groans that mixed with the ones she was creating out pleasure as his mouth worked wonders across her skin.
The desperation of wanting one another was coming undone in that very moment. From the time they had met to now, there was no doubt that they wanted one another. The war had put a strain on their feelings, but with it now over, every knot they had put in place to keep the emotions secure were just now being untangled.
John Egan would tell you that he remembers that night like it was yesterday. Each noise, touch, word, grab, and pull had been engraved into his mind. He cherished it. It wasn't like what he had been through with the woman he had picked up in the bars, no, this felt like ecstasy, a drug he would soon become addicted to after trying it out for the first time.
This was a moment Major John 'Bucky' Egan would realize that he was in love.
Authors Note: The next chapter is the last one, so I would just like to thank all of those who read this story. It's the first one I have completed and the support from you has really helped me continue it. I'll put a note at the bottom of the next chapter for any future books I am planning on writing and do not be scared to give any suggestions if you would like it for a specific endgame. Thank you again! xoxoxo