“Yeah…?” he murmurs his words into her neck, trailing kisses slowly across sensitive skin. His entire body feels like a live wire in the best of ways. Every touch from her fingers, every kiss from her lips feels like fire in his veins. He didn’t know how much he missed affection until now, it’s a little overwhelming if he’s completely honest. He nuzzles against her neck again, just slowly breathing her in.
“Jesus Christ, are you kidding?” He mumbles softly, incredulous. His eyes slip shut at the soft brush of her lips along his jaw. “Only every fucking day… did you forget about the locket?”
She's not too far gone in her intoxication that she's forgotten he used to have issues with touch and affection, so while she keeps him close, she makes sure he doesn't feel trapped, that he knows he can pull away anytime and retreat into himself if he needs to. But it sure is something else to be snuggling together like this, to feel him warm and real against her own body.
"The locket?" She looks into his eyes and is surprised by how she clearly understands what he's trying to say now. All the barriers that had been between have fallen away; the programming, the jumbled memories, her own denial of what had been right in front of her all along. "I didn't think you actually brought it with you."
After all, if he wasn't frustrated with her, he didn't seem to be serious about anything. The only times he was was when her mother had died, and whenever she was sick. But she knew he was kind despite how he swaggered around like there was nothing to worry about. She'd believed he would've have done that for anyone else.
He huffs softly, “Why wouldn’t I?” He eyes her curiously. “The thought of getting to see you again is all that got me through some nights, Steph…”
“Yeah… I remember you thought I was joking when I called you my best gal. I got away with a lot of that kinda thing, you know?” He reaches up to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, warm fingers grazing her cheek lightly. “Kinda sad, cause I know I only did because you thought it was impossible for me to really feel that way about you…” Yet, here they are. All these years later and he’s still so in love with her.
"How could I not think that? I couldn't... compete. I couldn't do a lot of things." It sounds so silly now, especially because she's intoxicated. That makes her laugh. "Rebecca was right, we really were idiots."
She catches his hand and turns her head to kiss his palm. "You know I would do anything for you, right?"
“What…?” he huffs a soft, amused sound. “Becca knew?” He definitely hadn’t actively discussed his feelings for Steph with… well, anyone really. Except Morita. But he wasn’t going to be telling any secrets any time soon.
He smiles softly, sliding his thumb across her lips. “You’ve done so much already… can’t you just… stay here…?
"She knew I liked you," she says with a quiet laugh. "I made her promise not to tell. She only agreed after making me promise I'd tell you myself when you got back." Then everything else happened. Several times she'd considered pulling him aside before an op, but then what? If he didn't feel the same way, things would just be awkward, and he was her second-in-command so they couldn't really afford that. If he did — and to her that was a very big, impossible if — he might only worry and get distracted, with both of them fighting for their lives out there.
Between them and now there just didn't seem to be a proper time. Even after defeating Thanos and cleaning up the mess he'd left behind, she didn't think the time was right. Bucky was still dealing with a lot of things. Or maybe she'd just been afraid still.
So this has been a very nice development.
"That's... kind of the plan. I just thought I'd give you some space to deal with... stuff." And Sam to adjust to his new role without her shadow looming over him. It's the only reason she's been scarce, not just dodging public appearances but also being as uninvolved with the rest of the team's activities as possible.
"Then everything went to hell in a handbasket," he says with a soft huff and slight shake of his head; their lives really are crazy.
"You know... I thought about telling you so many times..." he laughs softly, "but I was more afraid of losing you as a friend, and when I actually tried a couple of times, it was just- never the right time, you know?"
Cool, metal fingers run against her cheek, "I appreciate it, but... no more distance, okay?" he tilts her chin up and closes the space between them with a soft kiss.
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“Jesus Christ, are you kidding?” He mumbles softly, incredulous. His eyes slip shut at the soft brush of her lips along his jaw. “Only every fucking day… did you forget about the locket?”
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"The locket?" She looks into his eyes and is surprised by how she clearly understands what he's trying to say now. All the barriers that had been between have fallen away; the programming, the jumbled memories, her own denial of what had been right in front of her all along. "I didn't think you actually brought it with you."
After all, if he wasn't frustrated with her, he didn't seem to be serious about anything. The only times he was was when her mother had died, and whenever she was sick. But she knew he was kind despite how he swaggered around like there was nothing to worry about. She'd believed he would've have done that for anyone else.
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“Yeah… I remember you thought I was joking when I called you my best gal. I got away with a lot of that kinda thing, you know?” He reaches up to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, warm fingers grazing her cheek lightly. “Kinda sad, cause I know I only did because you thought it was impossible for me to really feel that way about you…” Yet, here they are. All these years later and he’s still so in love with her.
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She catches his hand and turns her head to kiss his palm. "You know I would do anything for you, right?"
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He smiles softly, sliding his thumb across her lips. “You’ve done so much already… can’t you just… stay here…?
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Between them and now there just didn't seem to be a proper time. Even after defeating Thanos and cleaning up the mess he'd left behind, she didn't think the time was right. Bucky was still dealing with a lot of things. Or maybe she'd just been afraid still.
So this has been a very nice development.
"That's... kind of the plan. I just thought I'd give you some space to deal with... stuff." And Sam to adjust to his new role without her shadow looming over him. It's the only reason she's been scarce, not just dodging public appearances but also being as uninvolved with the rest of the team's activities as possible.
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"You know... I thought about telling you so many times..." he laughs softly, "but I was more afraid of losing you as a friend, and when I actually tried a couple of times, it was just- never the right time, you know?"
Cool, metal fingers run against her cheek, "I appreciate it, but... no more distance, okay?" he tilts her chin up and closes the space between them with a soft kiss.