Bucky shook his head at that. "I've never thought you were just alright, Steph." He placed a finger under her chin to tilt her head back up, letting him lean in to steal another quick, soft kiss. "I thought you were the prettiest doll around since the day I met you." She had been so tiny then, all skinned knees as she gave some bullies a piece of her mind. Bucky had still been pretty new to Brooklyn, but he could tell he'd much rather be friends with the girl chewing out the bullies than the bullies themselves.
At the mention of his hair, though, Bucky's hand came up to run through it. "I... haven't exactly cared about things like haircuts in a long time," he said, frowning just slightly. "Just kinda trimmed it some when it started to get too long while I was on the run. And the muscles, that's just the serum. I didn't work for them or anything." His cheeks reddened slightly when she called him a dreamboat, and he grinned a little. "I haven't let myself go too much?" Once upon a time, Bucky took care of his appearance. He always wanted Steph to notice him, but never realized she already did.
All that care went out the window the day he stepped on that ship to England, though.
"What, that day?" Of course Steph remembered that day. It was the day someone finally stood up with her against those dumb bullies, and Bucky Barnes was the cutest boy for miles. She was all knees and elbows back then though, so she was surprised he thought her pretty at all.
"Aged like fine wine," she teased a little more, daring to touch his hair and bury her fingers in it. "But I'll still love you even if you did. That's not why I love you." She loved him for his kindness, for his loyalty. He made her happy when every single day of her life was a struggle, and he believed in her when most people wrote her off or made her feel small. He was a good man, a rarity in a cruel, ugly world, and she adored him for it. That he was also hot was just a nice bonus.
"Yeah, that day," Bucky chuckled as he tilted his head into Steph's hand. "You were such a little thing, but you were clearly done with their shit. I liked your moxie." Sure, she was all knees and elbows, but she was also big blue eyes and pretty blonde hair. Plus, Bucky himself was also a bit knees and elbows at that age.
It almost felt like it healed a little something inside of Bucky to hear Steph say she loved him. That she'd always loved him, the way he'd always loved her. "I sure hope this means you're my girl now," he said, voice soft as he watched her.
"I've always been your girl," Steph said matter-of-factly, happy and just with a mild undertone of 'you're an idiot to have to ask'. It was the truth, and Cap would've said the same, in spite of everything they'd been through together beyond Steph's timepoint.
Steph was aware, of course, that there were parts of this Bucky she would have to get to know and accept, but she wasn't concerned. Not even with the knowledge that he'd once been a ticking bomb at the command of bad people, that he'd done things heinous enough to be put on trial. She would follow him to hell and back, if she had to. That had been what she was trying to accomplish before Cap crashed in and brought her to him, saving them both from further heartache.
In case her answer wasn't clear enough though, she shifted to straddle him and playfully tugged his head back by the hair just a little before kissing him. In a way, she was laying claim too. Cap had her chance and forfeited it; there was no taking back now. Besides, Bucky did say he liked her moxie.
Bucky couldn't help the very slight groan that escaped him when Steph moved and gave his hair a tug, but it was cut off when Steph kissed him. Hands moving to grip at her slim hips, he parted his lips to let his tongue swipe across his girl's own lips, offering a deeper kiss.
But then, of course, there was a knock at the door.
Groaning again, this time with annoyance instead of excitement, Bucky broke the kiss and easily moved Steph off of his lap and onto the empty space beside him. "Dinner," he told her simply before pressing a kiss to her forehead, then getting up and padding over to the door. He could hear someone on the other side of the door speaking Romanian and a quick look out the peephole verified that it was, in fact, the delivery guy, he was just on the phone with someone.
Opening the door, Bucky greeted him in his own language (which seemed to surprise the delivery guy) and did the usual annoying small talk that one had to exchange with a delivery person. It wasn't until Bucky was taking the two large bags from the man that he started to give Bucky that haven't I seen you somewhere before? look, which prompted Bucky to say, "Bine, ei bine, mulศumesc, omule. Noapte bunฤ," before closing the door quickly and carrying the food to the kitchen.
"Dinner's here," he called out to Steph.
[Google translate: "Alright, well, thanks man. Have a good night."]
It was Steph's turn to groan when it wasn't just Bucky's lips that touched hers. Well, shit. She'd always wanted to make out with him like this, had imagined it so many timesโ
Then there was a knock on the front door and he pulled away, depositing her on the couch. She didn't even have time to protest. Touching her fingertips to her lips to trace the path his tongue had traveled, she watched and listened to the exchange, and found herself surprised. He could speak something other than English? He barely passed French in high school, and even mostly copied off of her.
She got to her feet and followed him to the kitchen. "Hey, that was amazing. You learn all that during the war?" Not even thinking about it, she moved around the counter to help him set things, only to realize the overhead cupboards were a little too high for her to reach. Damn it, how tall did Cap get? The plates and utensils were in the exact compartments she'd have placed them in too, they were just out of her reach. Hands on her hips, she stared up at the cupboards and huffed.
As Bucky pulled containers out of the bags, he looked at Steph with confusion. That only lasted a moment until he figured out what she was asking about, though. "Oh, the Romanian?" he asked, then shook his head. "Uh, not exactly. HYDRA programmed a bunch of languages into me when they had me. It's one of the only things I don't mind that they did," he answered, shrugging as though it was no big deal.
Though knowing all those languages had come in handy several times since his escape. It helped him survive on the run, most of all.
When he noticed Steph huffing at the cabinets, he smirked a bit. Sure, he could grab the plates for her. That would be the sensible thing to do. But it had been so long since Steph was tiny like this, so instead he just grinned as he slipped up behind her, picked her up as though she weighed nothing, and held her aloft so she could reach the dishes herself. "Looks like I need to order some stepstools, huh?"
"Hey!" Steph wiggled for a bit when Bucky just picked her up, caught by surprise that he did so. Then she started laughing. Normally she hated being treated like a helpless little girl, but now that she was his girl, it was actually kind of sweet.
"Who needs a stepstool when I can just climb you?" she retorted as she grabbed some plates, grinning to herself because she also meant that in another way. It was nice to be able to do that now, instead of having to worry that he might notice her staring or shoot her down and break her heart.
Chuckling, Bucky pressed a kiss to Steph's cheek before he set her back on the floor. "As much as I like that thought, I'll get some stools for the apartment anyway. At some point, you'll probably want a glass of water or something when I'm in the shower." Or if he was just gone somewhere, but he would be happy to stay home with her most of the time.
"I just ordered family-sized portions instead of individual plates," Bucky began as he looked over the spread of boxes. "I have to eat a lot more now than I did before the serum. But I got the roast beef, mashed potatoes, extra gravy, and some green beans. It's all still hot, too."
As he let Steph handle making their plates, he took the lava cakes and, thankful that they had been sent in something oven-safe, slid them into the oven before selecting the warm option. From the picture, they definitely looked like something that should stay warm until it was time to eat them.
Steph didn't have time to gawk at Bucky's newfound appetite as she was too busy shoving food into her own mouth (though she kept filling his plate when he was close to clearing it). She hadn't realized how hungry she actually was, but most of all, the food was incredible. There was so much flavor! It really was like Christmas came early.
Then they had the lava cakes and she made a sound like she'd just had an orgasm. (Or close enough. That would be for Bucky to make the comparison later.) "I gotta have this recipe," she said, licking chocolate off her fingers. "This is so good. So good."
Force of habit had her clearing the dishes as soon as she was done with her food, taking them to the sink so she could start washing them. "Hey, do you know if she has any booze?"
Bucky smiled as he watched Steph enjoy the food so much. The food they had grown up with had been mostly bland; they weren't seasoned the way they were in 2023, then chuckled at Steph wanting the recipe for the lava cake.
He couldn't blame her though; it was amazing.
"I'll teach you how to look things up on the Google later. You can look everything else up, so I bet you can look up recipes, too." Bucky himself was forever looking things up on the Google when he didn't understand something people were talking about.
"Uh... She might? I'll check." Bucky followed Steph into the kitchen and started checking cabinets before finding a bottle of vodka in the freezer. "Will this do?" he asked, holding it up with a perked brow. He knew that small Steph didn't have much tolerance for liquor at all.
"How to what on the what now?" Steph asked, as she did not only not know what Google was, 'looking up' meant plainly looking up back in her day. She was going to be in for a ride once Bucky taught her all that he knew about the Internet.
For now, though, she had other ideas. "Yeah, I just thought we should have a toast." She smiled sheepishly at that. "You know, celebrate the good things." She didn't expect him to get over Cap leaving so soon, but she was here now, wasn't she? And she wanted to believe that Cap would succeed and that the Bucky of her past would find happiness too. He deserved that. Not a life of pain and being used by others for their nefarious goals. It wasn't fair.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you. And you'll love it." Bucky did, at least. It was so useful being to learn about anything he could possibly want without having to find an expert or take a trek to the library.
Bucky grabbed a couple short glasses from the cabinet and poured maybe a finger of vodka in each. Not much. Then, upon thinking about it, grabbed an orange cream soda from the fridge to pour into the glasses as well, masking the vodka taste a good bit, filling the glass about half way. "This good enough?" he asked as he picked up the two glasses and held one out to Steph.
"Yeah, thanks." Steph wasn't particularly fond of alcohol and could barely tolerate it, but thought the occasion called for at least a little bit. She raised her glass and grinned at Bucky, though her expression softened into something more fond when their eyes met. She didn't make a fancy speech, just clinked the top of her glass to his with a small, "Cheers."
She thought of Cap as she drank. How she believed she was doing the right thing, how she wasn't letting herself stop and just be... happy. Instead she was probably running around Europe right now (time travel was weird like that) and fighting Nazis all over again. Steph would do it too, if that was what made Bucky happy. But apparently it wasn't. He would rather give up an arm than move on without her. What a dumbass.
God, she loved him so much.
She finished the vodka, coughing from the burn that last drink gave her throat, then said, almost urgently, "Can we get back to what we were doing before the food arrived?"
Bucky clinked his glass against Steph's and downed it with no issue. Unlike her, the vodka would do nothing to him. He could chug the whole bottle and, aside from how awful his throat would feel for a few minutes, it would have no effect. Hell, he wasn't even entirely sure why she had it in her freezer in the first place since it wouldn't do anything to her, either. Maybe she cooked with it.
She had been wrong with the way she just assumed she could make his life better. Bucky felt bad for that other version of himself, knowing that as long as he thought Steph was missing or dead, he would never really be happy, even if he never had to go through the torture Bucky had been through.
But that wasn't the point then, just something for him to dwell on later.
Instead, he took Steph's empty glass and set it, along with his own, in the sink before turning back to Steph with a grin. "Yeah?" he began before stepping close to her and picking her up again, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he started to carry her back to the living room. "You wanna remind me?"
Steph squealed when Bucky picked her up again; she was going to have to get used to that. It wasn't one of protest though, clear in how eagerly she wrapped her legs around his waist. Though she was tiny, she was kinda long-limbed, so a lot of skin was exposed when her makeshift dress slid higher up her thighs.
She would laugh once she'd learn Cap had a reputation for being the good girl. Bucky was about to learn that Steph wasn't all pure and innocent, despite never having been with anyone before.
At his urging, she took his face into her hands and kissed him. This time she was first to swipe her tongue across his lip and into his mouth when he groaned.
She probably would need to get used to Bucky just scooping her up. He was over a foot taller than she was, and she was light as anything, so it was just easier for him to lift her into his arms.
Plus, that little squeal? Bucky liked it.
Bucky took a couple of steps, coming to a stop when he had Steph's back pressed against the wall, kissing her back deeply. It was the first real taste he'd ever gotten of her, and it was like tasting heaven. He shifted his hands so he was holding her up by the backs of her bare thighs instead of around her middle.
Eventually, he broke the kiss with a half-whispered, "Fuck, Steph," before kissing across her cheek and down the side of her neck.
Steph felt the cold, hard wall on her back and Bucky's warm, soft (at least compared to the wall) body pressing into her from the front, and a shiver of delight ran right through her. Then he gripped her thighs, and for a second she thought she might lose her mind. His hands on her bare skin, so close to where she burned the fiercest, was a dream come true. She'd sketched them in this position so many times, in various states of undress. Yet not even that had prepared her for the real thing, and they still even had clothes on.
(She would have to redraw those. This Bucky was a whole new level of hot. She didn't even realize she was into this sort of physique until she saw him. But maybe because it was him, and she loved and craved for him in whatever form.)
"Buck," she whimpered, legs tightening around his waist as her hips shifted restlessly. Then he was nuzzling the side of her neck and, moaning, she tilted her head back until the crown of it rested on the wall. Her right hand slipped to the back of his head, fisting his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder, fingertips digging into his flesh.
At the feeling of Steph's hips shifting--almost grinding--against him, Bucky groaned again, his hands tightening slightly on her thighs. If she had been taller, she would probably have been able to feel the way he was hardening in his pants. How could he not be, with the woman he'd loved since he was a kid in his arms, moaning and rubbing against him?
He bit gently at the curve of Steph's neck before sucking a mark onto it, the caveman part of his brain wanting to lay claim to her in a way he'd pictured many times as a teenager. So often he had thought about how easy it would have been to cover her pale neck with hickeys, but at least he only left the one instead of a half dozen.
Kissing back up to her ear, he whispered a soft, "I love you," into it before nipping at the lobe. He just wanted his mouth on her, dammit.
Bucky's hands tightening on her thighs only made Steph rub against him again. She had it so bad for him โ and had been holding it in for so long โ that he wouldn't have to do much to make her wet. He certainly had, unknowingly, on many occasions. If he realized he had that much power over her was anyone's guess, but she honestly wouldn't be upset if he decided to use it.
"I love you too," she returned with a ragged breath. God, she loved having his mouth on her. "Tellement, espรจce d'idiot," she added in French, remembering what he said about knowing more languages now and thinking it would be kind of cute.
Chuckling softly at that, Bucky pulled back just far enough to look at her. His face was a bit red, his eyes were blown with lust, and he looked happy for once. Because why wouldn't he be? Steph was in his arms, enjoying his hands and mouth on her. It was something he'd only ever imagined. A lot.
"I'm still shit at French, sweetheart," he began, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose against hers. "But I'm pretty sure you just called me an idiot." That was one of those words that was similar in a surprising number of languages, not even just romance languages.
"But as long as you know I'm your idiot, it's fine." He kissed across her jaw again, then whispered in her ear, "Te las sฤ mฤ numeศti cum vrei."
[Romanian *I'll let you call me anything you want.]
"What? No way," Steph said with an incredulous laugh. Guess some things never change. Like being in love with your best friend, and Bucky being shit at French.
He looked happy now though. And he hadn't been earlier, not with Cap's shocking departure. Steph was glad to see it. She would do anything to make him happy โ now including, apparently, protecting him from herself.
"I don't know what that means, but holy shit, say it again." And here she thought he couldn't get any sexier. He could definitely make her wet just by whispering into her ear like that.
"No French, no Italian, no Spanish," Bucky shrugged. Two of those languages would have been useful in 2023 New York, but, oh well. He could communicate with more people than most.
Using a combination of the wall and his metal hand to hold her up, he looked at her again. His natural hand came up to run through her hair as his eyes locked on hers. "Cu sau fฤrฤ ser, eศti cea mai frumoasฤ femeie pe care am vฤzut-o vreodatฤ." She might not be able to understand him, but there was a very good chance she would be able to tell that he meant whatever it was he said.
[*With or without the serum, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.]
Steph considered that Bucky might be shitting her, just saying anything since she didn't understand a single word anyway, but it didn't matter. He could recite the colors of the rainbow in German or whatever and she would still melt into a helpless puddle. Who wouldn't, with the way he was looking at her? There was an extra intensity in his gaze now too, something she wasn't sure the Bucky back in '43 had... yet.
"And here you said you didn't have it in you anymore, old man," she teased. He was being very charming right now. If she didn't already have her legs around him, or if she wasn't already pinned to the wall, she'd have gone right to it. So she just touched her fingers to his lips and said, "I think you've outdone yourself."
Chuckling softly, Bucky pressed a soft kiss to the pads of Steph's fingers. "You must bring it out of me," he told her simply. "It's either that, or the fact that I'm actually allowed to tell you how I feel about you now." No one had more practice with bottling things up than he did. Not even Steph, considering she'd only been alive for a whole 25 years.
"I gotta make sure your eyes stay on me, though. The other Steph's got some interesting friends that are gonna want to meet you," he said, perking a brow at her. "The one I know best is a king. Hell, another one of her friends is an actual Norse God." If anyone could turn Steph's head, it would probably be Thor. Bucky didn't actually know him, had never spoken to him, but he'd seen him on the news enough to know he could probably turn anyone's head.
He was looking... a bit rough at Stark's funeral, though.
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At the mention of his hair, though, Bucky's hand came up to run through it. "I... haven't exactly cared about things like haircuts in a long time," he said, frowning just slightly. "Just kinda trimmed it some when it started to get too long while I was on the run. And the muscles, that's just the serum. I didn't work for them or anything." His cheeks reddened slightly when she called him a dreamboat, and he grinned a little. "I haven't let myself go too much?" Once upon a time, Bucky took care of his appearance. He always wanted Steph to notice him, but never realized she already did.
All that care went out the window the day he stepped on that ship to England, though.
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"Aged like fine wine," she teased a little more, daring to touch his hair and bury her fingers in it. "But I'll still love you even if you did. That's not why I love you." She loved him for his kindness, for his loyalty. He made her happy when every single day of her life was a struggle, and he believed in her when most people wrote her off or made her feel small. He was a good man, a rarity in a cruel, ugly world, and she adored him for it. That he was also hot was just a nice bonus.
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It almost felt like it healed a little something inside of Bucky to hear Steph say she loved him. That she'd always loved him, the way he'd always loved her. "I sure hope this means you're my girl now," he said, voice soft as he watched her.
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Steph was aware, of course, that there were parts of this Bucky she would have to get to know and accept, but she wasn't concerned. Not even with the knowledge that he'd once been a ticking bomb at the command of bad people, that he'd done things heinous enough to be put on trial. She would follow him to hell and back, if she had to. That had been what she was trying to accomplish before Cap crashed in and brought her to him, saving them both from further heartache.
In case her answer wasn't clear enough though, she shifted to straddle him and playfully tugged his head back by the hair just a little before kissing him. In a way, she was laying claim too. Cap had her chance and forfeited it; there was no taking back now. Besides, Bucky did say he liked her moxie.
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But then, of course, there was a knock at the door.
Groaning again, this time with annoyance instead of excitement, Bucky broke the kiss and easily moved Steph off of his lap and onto the empty space beside him. "Dinner," he told her simply before pressing a kiss to her forehead, then getting up and padding over to the door. He could hear someone on the other side of the door speaking Romanian and a quick look out the peephole verified that it was, in fact, the delivery guy, he was just on the phone with someone.
Opening the door, Bucky greeted him in his own language (which seemed to surprise the delivery guy) and did the usual annoying small talk that one had to exchange with a delivery person. It wasn't until Bucky was taking the two large bags from the man that he started to give Bucky that haven't I seen you somewhere before? look, which prompted Bucky to say, "Bine, ei bine, mulศumesc, omule. Noapte bunฤ," before closing the door quickly and carrying the food to the kitchen.
"Dinner's here," he called out to Steph.
[Google translate: "Alright, well, thanks man. Have a good night."]
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Then there was a knock on the front door and he pulled away, depositing her on the couch. She didn't even have time to protest. Touching her fingertips to her lips to trace the path his tongue had traveled, she watched and listened to the exchange, and found herself surprised. He could speak something other than English? He barely passed French in high school, and even mostly copied off of her.
She got to her feet and followed him to the kitchen. "Hey, that was amazing. You learn all that during the war?" Not even thinking about it, she moved around the counter to help him set things, only to realize the overhead cupboards were a little too high for her to reach. Damn it, how tall did Cap get? The plates and utensils were in the exact compartments she'd have placed them in too, they were just out of her reach. Hands on her hips, she stared up at the cupboards and huffed.
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Though knowing all those languages had come in handy several times since his escape. It helped him survive on the run, most of all.
When he noticed Steph huffing at the cabinets, he smirked a bit. Sure, he could grab the plates for her. That would be the sensible thing to do. But it had been so long since Steph was tiny like this, so instead he just grinned as he slipped up behind her, picked her up as though she weighed nothing, and held her aloft so she could reach the dishes herself. "Looks like I need to order some stepstools, huh?"
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"Who needs a stepstool when I can just climb you?" she retorted as she grabbed some plates, grinning to herself because she also meant that in another way. It was nice to be able to do that now, instead of having to worry that he might notice her staring or shoot her down and break her heart.
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"I just ordered family-sized portions instead of individual plates," Bucky began as he looked over the spread of boxes. "I have to eat a lot more now than I did before the serum. But I got the roast beef, mashed potatoes, extra gravy, and some green beans. It's all still hot, too."
As he let Steph handle making their plates, he took the lava cakes and, thankful that they had been sent in something oven-safe, slid them into the oven before selecting the warm option. From the picture, they definitely looked like something that should stay warm until it was time to eat them.
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Then they had the lava cakes and she made a sound like she'd just had an orgasm. (Or close enough. That would be for Bucky to make the comparison later.) "I gotta have this recipe," she said, licking chocolate off her fingers. "This is so good. So good."
Force of habit had her clearing the dishes as soon as she was done with her food, taking them to the sink so she could start washing them. "Hey, do you know if she has any booze?"
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He couldn't blame her though; it was amazing.
"I'll teach you how to look things up on the Google later. You can look everything else up, so I bet you can look up recipes, too." Bucky himself was forever looking things up on the Google when he didn't understand something people were talking about.
"Uh... She might? I'll check." Bucky followed Steph into the kitchen and started checking cabinets before finding a bottle of vodka in the freezer. "Will this do?" he asked, holding it up with a perked brow. He knew that small Steph didn't have much tolerance for liquor at all.
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For now, though, she had other ideas. "Yeah, I just thought we should have a toast." She smiled sheepishly at that. "You know, celebrate the good things." She didn't expect him to get over Cap leaving so soon, but she was here now, wasn't she? And she wanted to believe that Cap would succeed and that the Bucky of her past would find happiness too. He deserved that. Not a life of pain and being used by others for their nefarious goals. It wasn't fair.
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Bucky grabbed a couple short glasses from the cabinet and poured maybe a finger of vodka in each. Not much. Then, upon thinking about it, grabbed an orange cream soda from the fridge to pour into the glasses as well, masking the vodka taste a good bit, filling the glass about half way. "This good enough?" he asked as he picked up the two glasses and held one out to Steph.
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She thought of Cap as she drank. How she believed she was doing the right thing, how she wasn't letting herself stop and just be... happy. Instead she was probably running around Europe right now (time travel was weird like that) and fighting Nazis all over again. Steph would do it too, if that was what made Bucky happy. But apparently it wasn't. He would rather give up an arm than move on without her. What a dumbass.
God, she loved him so much.
She finished the vodka, coughing from the burn that last drink gave her throat, then said, almost urgently, "Can we get back to what we were doing before the food arrived?"
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She had been wrong with the way she just assumed she could make his life better. Bucky felt bad for that other version of himself, knowing that as long as he thought Steph was missing or dead, he would never really be happy, even if he never had to go through the torture Bucky had been through.
But that wasn't the point then, just something for him to dwell on later.
Instead, he took Steph's empty glass and set it, along with his own, in the sink before turning back to Steph with a grin. "Yeah?" he began before stepping close to her and picking her up again, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he started to carry her back to the living room. "You wanna remind me?"
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She would laugh once she'd learn Cap had a reputation for being the good girl. Bucky was about to learn that Steph wasn't all pure and innocent, despite never having been with anyone before.
At his urging, she took his face into her hands and kissed him. This time she was first to swipe her tongue across his lip and into his mouth when he groaned.
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Plus, that little squeal? Bucky liked it.
Bucky took a couple of steps, coming to a stop when he had Steph's back pressed against the wall, kissing her back deeply. It was the first real taste he'd ever gotten of her, and it was like tasting heaven. He shifted his hands so he was holding her up by the backs of her bare thighs instead of around her middle.
Eventually, he broke the kiss with a half-whispered, "Fuck, Steph," before kissing across her cheek and down the side of her neck.
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(She would have to redraw those. This Bucky was a whole new level of hot. She didn't even realize she was into this sort of physique until she saw him. But maybe because it was him, and she loved and craved for him in whatever form.)
"Buck," she whimpered, legs tightening around his waist as her hips shifted restlessly. Then he was nuzzling the side of her neck and, moaning, she tilted her head back until the crown of it rested on the wall. Her right hand slipped to the back of his head, fisting his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder, fingertips digging into his flesh.
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He bit gently at the curve of Steph's neck before sucking a mark onto it, the caveman part of his brain wanting to lay claim to her in a way he'd pictured many times as a teenager. So often he had thought about how easy it would have been to cover her pale neck with hickeys, but at least he only left the one instead of a half dozen.
Kissing back up to her ear, he whispered a soft, "I love you," into it before nipping at the lobe. He just wanted his mouth on her, dammit.
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"I love you too," she returned with a ragged breath. God, she loved having his mouth on her. "Tellement, espรจce d'idiot," she added in French, remembering what he said about knowing more languages now and thinking it would be kind of cute.
[ *So much, you dumbass. ]
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"I'm still shit at French, sweetheart," he began, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose against hers. "But I'm pretty sure you just called me an idiot." That was one of those words that was similar in a surprising number of languages, not even just romance languages.
"But as long as you know I'm your idiot, it's fine." He kissed across her jaw again, then whispered in her ear, "Te las sฤ mฤ numeศti cum vrei."
[Romanian *I'll let you call me anything you want.]
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He looked happy now though. And he hadn't been earlier, not with Cap's shocking departure. Steph was glad to see it. She would do anything to make him happy โ now including, apparently, protecting him from herself.
"I don't know what that means, but holy shit, say it again." And here she thought he couldn't get any sexier. He could definitely make her wet just by whispering into her ear like that.
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Using a combination of the wall and his metal hand to hold her up, he looked at her again. His natural hand came up to run through her hair as his eyes locked on hers. "Cu sau fฤrฤ ser, eศti cea mai frumoasฤ femeie pe care am vฤzut-o vreodatฤ." She might not be able to understand him, but there was a very good chance she would be able to tell that he meant whatever it was he said.
[*With or without the serum, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.]
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"And here you said you didn't have it in you anymore, old man," she teased. He was being very charming right now. If she didn't already have her legs around him, or if she wasn't already pinned to the wall, she'd have gone right to it. So she just touched her fingers to his lips and said, "I think you've outdone yourself."
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"I gotta make sure your eyes stay on me, though. The other Steph's got some interesting friends that are gonna want to meet you," he said, perking a brow at her. "The one I know best is a king. Hell, another one of her friends is an actual Norse God." If anyone could turn Steph's head, it would probably be Thor. Bucky didn't actually know him, had never spoken to him, but he'd seen him on the news enough to know he could probably turn anyone's head.
He was looking... a bit rough at Stark's funeral, though.
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