writing the night away
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Summary:
Bucky is staying up late writing poetry, and Clint wants him to come back to bed.
Notes:
For Speedster
AO3 is BACK baby and this means this fic can finally go up. This fic is part of the Protectorverse, but can be more or less as a standalone. It fills my N4: Dreams and G2: Insomnia squares for the WinterHawk Bingo and the February Prompt for the WoC Monthly Challenge: Meeting a Head of State.
Thanks as always to tinysugacube for her grammatical prowess, as well as to Marvin for his official seal of approval.
Chapter 1
“What are you still doing up?” Clint yawned as he walked into the living room. “I woke up, and my pillow was gone.”
“Nothing,” Bucky said, abruptly closing the notebook he had been writing in.
Clint raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Clearly you were doing something, or else you wouldn’t be sounding so defensive right now.” He leaned over the back of the couch to drape himself across Bucky’s shoulders. “Oooo, is that poetry? Let me see!”
“No,” Bucky said, pulling the notebook tightly against his chest. “And be quiet, or you’ll wake the baby and she just started sleeping through the night. Also, we have an early day tomorrow.”
“Which is exactly why you should be in bed with me, asleep, instead of on the couch and writing poetry that you won’t let me look at,” Clint grumbled into Bucky’s shoulder. “Come back to bed.”
“Fine,” Bucky sighed, standing up and stretching. “I’ll let you look at it eventually. It’s just not finished yet.”
“I look forward to it.” Clint leaned down and smacked a kiss on Bucky’s forehead. “Now, we’ve got a 7 a.m. flight to go meet a head of state tomorrow—let’s get some rest.”
“The Quinjet leaves when we want it to leave, T’Challa was one of the groomsmen at our wedding, and it’s usually me making sure we’re on time for things.” Bucky raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You’re also way too awake to actually want to go back to sleep. What do you really want?”
“Alright, you’ve caught me,” Clint said, holding his arms up in surrender. “I actually want to have you fuck me into the mattress one last time before we have to go be social for a week. Is that too much to ask?”
Bucky felt a shiver run down his spine and tossed his journal onto the couch. “Well, when you put it that way…”
Chapter 2: Bucky’s Sonnet
Despite freedom, still I dared not sleep,
for nightmares wove the fabric of my dreams,
each filled with voiceless, silent screams,
bound by the weight of secrets I had to keep.
Until gradually into my heart you did creep
after many nights awake under moonbeams;
you helped me mend my tattered seams,
and all at once I was in too deep.
For so long, I lived in hopeless gloom,
believing my fate was already cast.
But our story ends not in doom,
despite the problems of our past—
for together a tender love did bloom,
and I know it’s meant to last.
Notes:
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