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A Little Rusty (Ep.5)

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader

Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.

Warnings: Ryan being a dick, Bucky being fluffy, SMUT penetration, quiet sex, dirty talking, Bucky being a sub.

words: 5229

Series Masterlist

Ryan: I heard you got fired because of the groomer

Ryan: good.

Ryan: you deserve to get fired, you were never professional

Ryan: don’t forget to pay your rent bitch

You curled further in on yourself as you laid in bed, tear stains on your pillow making your cheek wet, you flipped to the other side to keep your skin dry. It was true, you were let go a few days ago and Hero didn’t want to tell the cast until after your opening show. Hero had called you in after work hours and sat you down, telling you how he found security footage of the alleyway where the altercation took place.

Bucky was there when you walked out of the theatre, your car was going to be fixed the next day so Bucky was still driving you around. When he saw you walk out with tears streaming down your face he immediately jumped out of the car to meet you halfway and pull you into a hug, apologizing for making you lose your job but it wasn’t really his fault; he was just standing up for you.

You could never be mad at him, if anything you thanked him for getting you out of that job even though it covered the majority of your bills. Right away you were hired as the secretary at the shop, Bucky didn’t want you to stay unemployed for too long but it didn’t work out the way he expected.

“Babe,” Natasha stood on the other side of your closed door, “you gotta get up, you've had two days of sulking and it’s Monday now, you have to go to work.”

“I’m good,” you whispered from your pillow.

“Tell them that I tried,” Natasha sighed from outside the door, “see you, honey, don’t get too hard on yourself.”

“I’ll try,” your voice shook as you spoke to the closed door, your phone buzzed again and you debated throwing it against the wall, Ryan would not leave you alone, it kept buzzing until you groaned and picked it up.

Bucky: you coming in today doll?

Bucky: Just want to know you’re okay

Bucky: I don’t want you on your own right now and I’ll come over if you say the word.

Bucky: Steve texted me saying he only picked Natasha up

Bucky: I’m gonna come over babe

You just looked up at the ceiling and waited for him, he didn’t have a key and you didn’t feel like standing up so even if he tried to get to you he’d have to break in. each time a car passed by you could hear the engine and you tried to guess which one was Bucky’s. There were a few times where you were convinced he was here but then nothing would happen. Until something happened.

“Hey, wanna open the door for me?” a quiet voice came from your front door, “I know you’re in here and I know you’re awake,” there was another pause, “I brought you one of my sweaters because Natasha told me that’s what you kids do these days…” a smile creeped into your face as you listened to him, “baby…wanna let me in?”

“Okay,” you whispered but there was no way he could hear it. When you unlocked the door and opened it Bucky immediately put a smile on his face, lifting his shoulders and arms to show the sweater that looked lived in.

“Hey, dollface,” he whispered and stepped forward, already pulling you in for a hug even though he hadn’t put his things down.

“Hi,” was all you could manage.

Bucky was able to get you inside and followed you into your bedroom, leaving the bag of food on the ground before getting into bed with you without having to be asked. As he laid down he found you facing away from him, he knew it wasn’t in a mean way; you wanted to be little spoon.

“I brought you some food,” he spoke from behind you, “Steve is fixing your car,” his arm pulled you tight against his body, “and Natasha got to work on time.”

“Good,” you nodded, you felt Bucky nod as well.

As tears silently slipped down your cheeks you felt Bucky’s lips press against your shoulder, making little hums as he worked to cover as much space as he can. You melted against him as his arms kept you secure, holding you tight when the warmth from his love seeped through your skin.

“I’m so sorry, I feel like I caused all this to happen,” his lips moved against your bare shoulder, even though he gave you his sweater you didn’t put it on, you just balled it up and held it up to your nose to smell him.

“I needed to get out of there all along,” your voice was muffled from his fabric, it was a mix of cologne, gasoline, and something else you couldn’t figure out. “You were right about him buttering me up,” your body rolled over so you were facing him, seeing his sad face.

“I just want to make sure you stay afloat even though if you ever need a place to stay you can always come stay with me,” Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, “always.”

Without really thinking you leaned in and kissed him, working fast to get him to lay on his back so you could get on top. Your kisses weren’t slow or sensual, they were fast and almost as if you were rushing to get to something else. Bucky was trying to keep up but you haven't made out with him before, you’d kissed a few times but this was the most you’ve done with him.

“Take this off,” you whispered and reached down to pull off his shirt, your lips sucking his neck as you bunched up the fabric.

“Baby-baby, hold on,” Bucky tried to push you away but you kept going, “honey, let’s just take a moment,” his hands wrapped around your entire wrist and stilled your movement, “this is not the way we’re going to do this.”

“Please,” you whined, leaning forward to kiss him again but he dodged it.

“Doll,” Bucky slowly let go of one wrist in order to swipe a few tears, “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now and I understand that you’d think having sex will make this less painful but I can’t do that, for many reasons,” he shook his head, “I just can't.”

“Why,” you broke out of his other hold and ran your hands up his chest, feeling the muscles, “it’ll feel good for both of us, please, I need it right now,” your eyes were only looking at his lips.

“This won’t fix anything,” Bucky said, “and…and if I told you I haven’t dated anyone in a long time that means the same for having sex.”

“How long have you gone without it?” you asked, finally looking up to his eyes.

“How old is Becca?” his eyebrows turned upwards, he was sorry for himself but also for you.

“Oh…” you leaned back so you were sitting on his lower abdomen, “we can take it slow when you feel ready, we don’t need to do the real deal next week.”

“Okay,” Bucky sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, “I do like kissing you but I also need to be the one to navigate your thoughts right now because you’re feelings are in control and that’s okay but not right now, having sex and feeling good for twenty minutes is not what you need. If you need to sulk and cry that’s good because that’s the exact emotion you’re feeling,” you nodded, “you’re not really in the mood right now, you just want a release but this is not the way to do it; especially not this early in our relationship.”

Your eyes snapped up, “relationship?”

“Is that what you want?” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I do,” your hips shifted closer to him, “is that what you want?”

“Yeah,” a laugh of relief left his lips, “but…it’s different with a kid and I don’t have a handbook but I have rules but we don’t need to talk about it now-”

“Let's go to that burger place and talk about it,” you rested your hands on his shoulder, “let’s get out of this room and go eat burgers.”

Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, you had put on his hoodie which was nice because he kept the top down for you. The wind pushed the tears and dirt off your face, making you feel like a new person. Bucky took every chance he had to look at you, smiling a little when you leaned out the window like a dog to feel the cold wind. Summer was close to being fully through the door and the sun was there to prove it, everything was tinted yellow in the afternoon and the sun managed to seep into your skin and rejuvenate your complexion.

He opened the door for you and walked with you until you got to the front door of the diner, he held it open for you as well. His hand hovered over the small of your back but you could feel it, the comfort was there was he seated himself you beside him instead of beside, just wanting to be closer to him.

“Can we talk about Becca?” Bucky asked, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, holding into the little spindle sticking out the top.

“Sure,” you faced him a little, letting your knee touch his.

“So I haven’t dated since Becca was born, when she was very young I’d…” Bucky sighed and looked off, “I slept around to try and get rid of the feeling my ex-wife left me with,” he looked back at you and smiled, “but I haven’t attempted to date again, I worry a lot and it’s taken time to rebuild my confidence and it’s obvious you brought that out in me- I was also scared out of my mind when I made that move on you in the office at the shop, I have no idea what I was doing.”

You laughed and leaned into him a bit, “what you did was hot but it was just so unlike you, I never really met your flirty side until then.”

“I see,” Bucky kissed the top of your head, “anyways, back to Becca,” he took another deep breath, “I need you to know that I do like you a lot and you’ve brightened up my life and you’re just the most wonderful person I’ve ever been around…” you braced for impact, “but my daughters childhood is my top priority-and what I mean by that is,” he quickly cut himself off as if you were about to yell at him, “...you’re not gonna get mad at what I said?”

“Bucky,” you laughed, “that makes sense.”

“Oh,” he relaxed his shoulders, “okay…basically I don’t want you over all the time and doing a lot because I don’t want her to view you as her mother too early in our relationship because if things don’t work out I don’t want her to think a woman in her life abandoned her twice, she doesn’t really know about her mom but she does know she’s different from the other kids in her class when it comes to the open house when families come.” Bucky scratched his stubble, “you can come over alone but I also want you to come when Natasha is around or Steve, making you a friend to me in front of her.”

“That makes complete sense,” you smiled, “and if we do keep this going for a long time I never expect her to view me as her mom, I want you to know that.”

Bucky nodded, “this was way less stressful than I imagined.”

“Were you practicing this speech with the thought of your ex-wife?” you asked, reaching over and holding his shoulder, “because I’m not like her, I’ll never try to kill you,” you only started laughing after Bucky did, testing the waters with the joke.

Bucky pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head for a long time, holding it there and he gently rocked back and forth. “I’m prepared to offer you a full-time job at the shop, I want to let you know,” you could feel his lips moving on the top of your head, “but I also fully understand if you want to focus on your writing or get a job so there's some like…” he struggled to find the words, “...basically if you want to spend some time with yourself and other people throughout the day, y’know?”

“I get that,” you smiled, “but I would love to work at the shop,” you tilted your head to look up at him, “I don’t know…” you also couldn’t find the words, “but I would like some time off, I’ve been told you should always take time to yourself before you take and start a new job so…”

“Trust me,” Bucky smiled, “I’m your boss and I’m human resources so I don’t think you’re going to get fired anytime soon.”

********

You sat on your couch with your feet laid out on the cushions, your finger typing furiously on your keyboard, a new idea had sprung into your head and you were near the end. You still had to go through the process of editing but that would be easier if you signed a deal with a company that would give an editor to you free of charge.

There had been more emails sent back and forth between a publisher’s assistant and you, trying to find a day in the coming months to meet after his vacation was over. Normally publishers would want to see the first five chapters instead of the entire book but you kept getting pushed back by other agencies there was nothing else for you to do so you kept writing.

The air in the room slowly halted at a random time that afternoon, your hands hovered over your keyboard as the little cursor blinked on the screen, waiting to compute the words. But none came, your lips were parted and your eyes scanned around the screen.

There was nothing left to type.

“I’m done,” you whispered, slowly putting your laptop beside you and looking out of the window, in utter disbelief. You reached for your phone in your back pocket and called Bucky, “hey, Buck.”

“Hi, Doll,” you could hear his smile, “don’t tell me you’re cancelling my dinner tonight…”

“Of course not,” you laughed, your eyes flicked over to the screen, “I just have some good news at the dinner, I’m leaving soon.”

“Alright,” he laughed, “Becca is super excited to see you, she has something from school she wants to show you, I think it’s a drawing of a story about her weekend.”

“I can’t wait, see you then.”

********

It only took a few seconds for the door to open after you knocked, and Bucky stood on the other side with a smile on his face. It was just you coming over that night, Becca had an early bedtime because she was going to a friends house early the next day which gave the two of you alone time.

“Hi, Becca,” you waved, seeing her hunched over her toys, muttering something to herself.

“Hi,” Becca stood up and walked over to you, hugging your legs, “I have something to show you.”

“Show me whenever,” you crouched to her level and tapped her nose, causing her to tuck her chin in her neck, trying to shy away. You just watched as she ran off to her room, smiling a little at the innocent girl.

“I wish she could stay like that forever,” Bucky said from the kitchen, going back to cooking the food, “pure, happy, just…” Bucky shrugged, “I know she’s going to have a hard time when she figures out she doesn’t have a mom and that scares me, I don’t know how to handle an angsty teen.” Bucky kept his eyes down as he chopped up the broccoli.

“Trust me,” you laughed, “you’re not wrong but at the same time you have to realize when that day comes she’ll look for you for guidance and if you keep pushing off accepting it both of you will be screwed.” you pulled out one of the bar stools and took a seat, watching Bucky’s arm slightly flex as he cut.

“That’s true,” he nodded, checking to see if the water was boiling yet.

Becca ran back into the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hand, holding it out for you to take. It was a very messy drawing of everyone Bucky was friends with, there was Nat, Steve, and Sam. you were there too, standing right beside the stick figure of Bucky. You were drawn with a pink marker and Bucky was drawn with a black one, it looked like there was a ball of pink and black scribbles but it was supposed to be your hands holding one another, after noticing that you saw a small heart stamp between both your drawn on heads.

“This is very adorable, Becca,” you smiled and looked down at the bouncing child, she was very proud of her work, “why did you add the heart and the hand holding?” your voice was still high and cooing at her, not mad but just curious.

“What?” Bucky walked over.

“Because I saw you two do that when everyone was over,” she twisted her body around, “I did the heart between the two of you because that’s silly but I saw you to hold hands,” she giggled, hugging your leg and hiding her face into your pants, finding the thought of you and Bucky holding hands extremely funny.

“Is that funny?” you laughed, picking Becca up and very lightly jostling her around to get more laughs out of her.

“Boys have cooties!” she wriggled in your arm, trying to break away because her silly emotions were too big for her, it looked like she wanted to run or jump up and down. Becca was at the age where she didn’t know what to do with her body sometimes, she’d either fidget with her skirt or sway around when she talked, it was the cutest thing she did.

“I don’t have cooties,” Bucky gasped, he took Becca from your arms and tossed her in the air a bit, causing her to scream from excitement. You stood and watched with a smile on your face, seeing how good of a dad Bucky was, “I think we should hang this up on the fridge,” Bucky kissed Becca’s cheek and kept her on his hip, going over to the fridge and sticking the drawing on with a magnet, there were other things on the fridge as well like take-out numbers and other drawing.

Becca went back to her toys and you helped out with dinner, setting the counter and getting Becca’s seat booster set up. There wasn’t enough space in his apartment to have a table so there were little bar stools, Becca couldn’t sit on the normal chairs but was also too old to sit in a highchair so Bucky found a booster seat to help her out.

Dinner was ready in no time, Bucky began plating everything and you got Becca into her seat, making sure she had her little kids fork and knife. You poured two glasses of wine and waited at the table for Bucky to serve and then sit.

He gave the smaller plate to Becca first, “wait for a second and I’ll cut it,” he kissed her head.

“I wanna do it, daddy,” Becca said and looked over at you, her eyes kept flicking over, “I wanna show Y/N how good I am!”

You laughed and took your plate from Bucky, “wait until everyone is sitting and then we can start,” you smiled at Becca, “what’s that called, when you’re nice at the table?”

“Table manners,” she smiled, picking up her fork and knife, waiting to show off.

“Alright,” Bucky said as he sat down, “let’s eat, huh?” he looked over at Becca who was waiting, her tongue poked out of her lips as she began to cut her food, trying to do it well but her fork flew out other hand a few times. “You want help?” Bucky asked and stood up, “it’s always okay to ask for help, Y/N’s not going to be mean.”

“Help please,” Becca looked up at Bucky.

Bucky stood beside Becca and began slicing up her food and vegetables into bite sized pieces. There was a small smile on Bucky’s face, watching what he was cutting but also the way Becca was leaning into his chest, holding his shirt and rubbing her face into him.

“Are you okay, lovey?” Bucky asked, rubbing Becca’s back.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m just tie-tie,” which was her way of saying tired.

“What did you do today?” you asked, sipping her wine. You listened as Becca told her story, Bucky had sat back down and made sure her slices weren’t too big. He ate pretty quickly, not taking his time to chew. Becca was tired because she raced some of the boys in her class during gym, she was the fastest and the boys didn’t understand why a girl was beating them so they kept racing her; but she always won.

Bucky was done with his food and you were half way finished, “well, girls can be better than boys at everything, don’t forget that, alright?” Bucky said as he stood, taking his dishes and putting them into the sink.

When you finished you placed your plate in the sink as well and assumed the dish cleaning duty, getting started right away and not waiting for Becca to finish eating, when she was done you took her plate and cleaned it to.

“Let’s get you in a bath,” Bucky lifted her up and walked over to the sink, holding Becca on his hip, “you can leave whatever you don’t want to do,” Bucky said and kissed your cheek.

“I’m doing them all,” you smiled and watched as he walked with Becca to her bedroom to pick out the pajamas.

When the water in the bathroom started to run you were close to finishing the washing part of the dishes, you smiled at the sounds of giggles and playful shrieks coming from Becca. Her baths weren’t too long, Bucky had told you she doesn’t like seeing her fingers and toes get pruney, she’ll start to cry and believe she’s melting away.

When you were in the middle of drying you didn’t even notice Bucky had put Becca to sleep, he came up from behind you and slid her arms around your middle, gently squeezing you as he rested his head against your shoulder. His thumb gently rubbed your stomach and a few kisses were peppered on your shoulder blade.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since Becca,” he turned you around so he could see your face, “you’re just so perfect, I can’t explain how happy you make me,” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, you weren’t ready but when he came in again you met him halfway, moving one hand up to cup his cheek. “Also,” he whispered, “Becca wants you to go in and give her a kiss on the forehead,” he laughed, “I’ll get a movie ready.”

“You just want me to stop doing dishes,” you rolled your eyes and the way he nodded, “fine, I’ll go say goodnight,” you scratched the grey part of his stubble before walking away, gently knocking on the door and walking in, “hey, Becca.”

“Hi,” she yawned.

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you crouched by her bed and gently ran your finger down the bridge of her nose, “I hope you have a good sleep,” you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Y/N,” Becca said quietly, “can I call you something other than Y/N?”

Your stomach slightly tightened, you didn’t want her calling you mom because you and Bucky weren’t too long into your relationship, “what do you want to call me?”

“Doll,” Becca smiled, “because daddy calls you that sometimes.”

You let out a breath and nodded, “of course you can, Becca, of course.”

“Okay,” she rolled on her side to look at her, “you make my daddy smile a lot,” she said out of the blue, “goodnight, Doll.”

“Goodnight,” you whispered and placed a kiss to her forehead, slowly closing the door on your way out.

Bucky was sat on the couch with his legs stretched out, holding both glasses of wine. When he saw you come to sit beside him he passed one glass to you and then grabbed the blanket.

“What was your news?” he asked after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head. You had moved to lay your head on his chest, his arm was around you.

A part of you snuggled closer into him, feeling warm because he remembered.

“I finished my book,” you rolled your head back so you could look up at him, even though it was a terrible angle he still looked so cute.

“You’re kidding,” he gasped and sat up, making you sit up properly with him, he quickly placed both glasses on the arm rest and pulled you in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you,” he squeezed you tightly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, something as simple as this felt so intimate.

He hugged you for a while, rocking back and forth and his fingers spaced out so he’d cover the most surface area. You just dropped your head on his shoulder and pressed your face into his neck, feeling secure and loved in that moment.

“You’re so smart,” he whispered, “you’ve got your entire life ahead of you and yeah, we might be a more than a few years apart but damn…” he trailed off, “I just can’t wait to watch you do all these great things.”

“Thank you,” you whispered again, this feeling was new to you and couldn’t be named.

“And you’re so wonderful to Becca, I mean, she talks about you all the time,” Bucky slowly pulled out of the hug, “you’re just amazing, such a wonderful little light to my life.”

“Stop,” you tried to hide your face into his neck again but he didn’t let you, cupping your face and holding it close to his.

“Never,” he whispered before closing the gap, his soft lips capturing yours. It was just one long kiss, but shortly after he went back in again, and again. “Sit on my lap,” he whispered.

“What about Becca?” you giggled as he tried to move you, making sure you didn’t knee him where it hurts.

“Come on,” he took hold of your hips firmly and moved you, causing your body to get slightly aroused.

When you were in his lap and facing him you were slightly looking down at him, but you had no power. His little smirk and the attractive arrogance made you weak, even though you were fully resting on his thighs you could still feel them shake as if you had been using them for a while.

He kissed you again and you let him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands felt all up your body. He pulled, tugged, and squeezed everywhere, you couldn’t get enough. Instinctively, your hips began to rock, this wasn’t your first time; you’d been to college before.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, guiding your hips over his hard crotch, “Y/N, if you’re gonna do that then we need to go to my bedroom.”

“We can’t just be two people making out on a couch?” you asked innocently, he let his head drop back as you leaned in to suck on his neck, still moving your hips.

A strained groan came from him, “b-baby,” his efforts to get you to stop were slim to none, “I haven’t don’t this is a long t-time- oh my god, yes…” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“We can go to your room,” you whispered, taking one of his hands and putting it up your shirt, your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he began to play with your hard nipples, “let’s go to your room.”

“It’s not gonna be good for you,” he weakly whispered, “I’m about to bust and you’ve barely even started, baby,” his mind was somewhere else as he tried to reason, not doing anything to get you to stop.

“Just put it in me and then you can finish me later,” you slid one hand down his chest, feeling the ripples of muscles and how taught they were, “you’re so tense,” you spoke right into his ear as you worked on the button of his jeans, “I can fix that.”

“Sh-shit, baby,” he lifted his hips and worked to move your shorts and underwear out of the way, “just like-” slid down on him without warning, causing him to yell, you quickly covered his mouth as you worked your way to the base and just held there. “Y/N…” he voice cracked, “you have no idea how…” his breaths were erratic, you could tell he was short circuiting.

“How does it feel?” you tried to be as sensual as possible, slowly grinding with him in you, “talk to me baby,” you pouted and moved one hand down to rub your clit.

“F-fuck,” Bucky finally managed to open his eyes and look at you, “Y/N, I know I call you smart and beautiful and all that-don’t get me wrong, you are, you so are, baby,” Bucky was scrambling to finish this thought before cumming, “but you’re a fucking smoke-show, you’re just the hottest women I’ve ever met, when I first met you- oh god, just like that -I wanted to take you right there, right at Steve’s house, you were just sitting there, lookin so…so…so- I’m gonna cum,” he held your hips so tight you knew there would be some mark.

From the intimacy, the words, and the way Bucky was basically begging, you were about to cum as well, your fingers were frantic on your clit as you started to bounce on him, placing the other hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

“You’re so sexy, Bucky,” you whispered, leaning forward and licking up the shell of his ear, “I’m gonna make you come so many times, baby, you need to make up for lost time, huh?” you felt him nod as you whispered into his ear, “we’re gonna cum together, alright?”

“You’re already there,” he breathed out, “how?”

“Nothing turns me on like quiet, intimate sex, Bucky…” you quietly laughed, “you have no fucking idea.”

All at once you both finished together, to make sure Becca didn't hear the moans you both instinctively bit into each others shoulders, stifling any noises coming from both of you. When you were coming down Bucky kept going, jutting his hips up into you as he panted into your neck. You let him finish on his own time, kissing his temple when he seemed to calm down.

“You-you…” Bucky leaned back and cupped both your cheeks, “you’re a fucking goddess, baby…” he let out a breathy laugh, “you’re so good.”

“I’m so good?” you laughed and slowly took yourself off of him, sitting on his bare thigh, “I know you’re gonna whip out something bind-blowing at some point- I feel like you’re really good at eating people out,” you laughed when his face grew bright red.

“I mean…” he shrugged and got shy, “I really enjoy getting other people off, that’s all I say.”

“Let’s go to bed,” you pressed your nose to his and let him pick you up to walk you to the bedroom.

You were placed under the covers and left there as Bucky walked into the bathroom, coming back out with a damp cloth. He pushed your legs apart and gently ran the towel up and down to clean up, walking to the hamper and tossing it in when he was done.

“I’m gonna get you clothes,” he whispered and walked to his dresser.

“Thanks, honey,” you rolled onto your stomach and stretched out, feeling blissful and close to sleep, “I feel so good, you don’t understand,” you looked over at Bucky who was coming back to get you changed.

“I feel amazing too,” he laughed and took off your clothes, “Becca’s hanging out with a friend tomorrow and you can call in sick,” you both laughed together, letting him move you around when he got into bed.

“Perfect,” you pushed back into Bucky who was spooning you, feeling the security he always provided.

“Goodnight,” he whispered against your ear, “thanks for everything.”

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