"Hey, it was a fantasy. I wanted to be that good, at least for you." Bucky chuckled a bit, glad that they could tease each other during sex, and that it didn't have to be a purely serious affair. He was serious enough the rest of the time anyway. "First time I found out what going down on a girl meant, I pictured going down on you and immediately thought the other guys were nuts for saying they'd never do that for their girls."
"I mean, to be fair, you did surprise me in my tent a few times. They were just... after rough days where we didn't want to be alone." There had been no sex, just curling up together like they'd done since they were young. Like the best friends they were, hiding their real feelings from each other.
Looking back, they were idiots.
His hand moved to grip at the back of Steph's thigh when she wrapped her leg around him, and his thrusts became just a bit sharper. "Recent years my fantasies were just about you telling me you loved me, though." More than anything he had just wanted to get to the point where he felt like his head was on straight enough to be safe to be around her, to just be by her side. Bucky genuinely thought Steph loving him as anything more than a friend was just a fantasy. "But all my fantasies involved you saying you loved me."
"Yeah. But I also just... wanted to be there in case you wanted, or needed, to let off some steam, you know? Or if you even wanted to just, I dunno, brag to your friends that you fucked Lady Liberty or something," Steph admitted with a sad smile. She'd been desperate for Bucky's affections back then, especially back then, when death and the horrors of war were constantly on their heels, when she worried every single day that he was going to die and she couldn't protect him. Desperate enough to be willing to give him anything he needed or wanted, but not desperate enough to make the move and scare him off.
Then her face turned redder as she confessed, with a soft laugh, "After you pulled me out of the river I started to fantasize you'd just show up at my place one day, and you remembered me again. Then we'd fuck hard and rough; bruising, biting, you holding me down or pinning me to walls, stuff like that." Her expression sobered. "Then I just wanted to find you, and for you to remember me, no sex necessary. Then you were gone again and I... I regretted not telling you that I loved you."
Which had led her to telling him in the middle of a battlefield. She had no regrets. Especially because they were together now, naked and having sex and getting married.
Her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, she pulled him down by the hair to kiss him and say, "I love you, Buck. I'll tell you whenever I can, and whenever you like." It was said that actions spoke louder than words, and she'd never been short on action — agreeing to be a test subject for a freak science experiment for a chance to join him on the front lines, rushing into enemy territory to rescue him, giving herself up so he could complete his mission, turning her back on her friends and going on the run because she chose him. But sometimes words still had to be said. "I'll always love you, and I'll always choose you."
"Hey, I would never have gone around bragging about fucking Lady Liberty. I had more class than that," Bucky said, grinning down at her. "Mighta bragged about bagging my dream girl, though." Especially since the guys were well aware of how he felt about her. Hell, they knew when all he had was a picture of a skinny little thing to show them.
Moaning into the kiss when she pulled him down, Bucky began to thrust harder into her, chasing the pleasure he could feel bubbling up low in him. "I love you, too, Steph. Always have, always will."
Leaning down, he gave her a long, slow kiss before pulling back to speak again. "I'm getting close, sweetheart," he said, breathing a bit more harsh. "What do you need?" He wanted her to get off, too, dammit.
"Just a little push, baby," Steph moaned, reaching for Bucky's hand and guiding it to her clit, then using her fingers to spread her folds. She also tipped her head back to expose her neck, hoping that he would take the hint. She wasn't quite close yet, but hitting some of her sensitive points at the same time should do the trick.
A loud groan escaped her once he did. Her injuries and the adrenaline rush from the battle had left her memories of their first night together a bit hazy, but now she was fully paying attention. Fuck, she never expected to ever hear him moaning and panting in pleasure, which were now some of her favorite sounds in the universe. Or that the squelching sound as he slammed into her and her wetness trickling to her ass would be so arousing. Or that she would whimper, "Harder, Buck," and moan so much that her string of 'yes's and 'fuck's would slur together as if she was drunk.
Or that once she hit the edge it would be nothing like the high from her asthma cigarettes or jumping off a plane without a parachute. Crying out, she curled her other leg around him then too, and held on so tightly to him while she trembled that she probably would've crushed any other man.
Bucky had been trying to hold out until he could get Steph to the edge, too, so he followed every instruction she gave him. When Steph clung to him and cried out he let go, moaning her name as he released inside of her.
Once he was spent, Bucky stopped holding himself up, letting his weight rest on top of her. If anyone could handle it, it was Captain America. "Fuck, I love you, Steph," he said between heavy breaths. He wasn't tired exactly; it would take a hell of a lot more than that to get him genuinely tired, but he was... spent really was the word. "We sure do have a lot of sex to make up for, don't we?"
Steph uncurled her limbs from around him and collapsed into the mattress, panting. Bucky's body was a welcome weight on top of her, like a warm blanket, and for a moment she felt like dozing off.
"Love you too, Buck." Eyes still shut, she brought an arm back around him to keep him close. "Shit, that was so fucking good. Worth the wait," she teased, though she would have slept with him in high school had he wanted to.
Her expression was still a little dazed when she opened her eyes to look at him. Trailing her fingertips down his cheek, she whispered, almost reverently, "How did I get so lucky?"
There was no risk of Bucky pulling away from her then. He might not even pull away immediately when their food got there. He was much too comfortable lying on top of Steph as he caught his breath. "At least I didn't know what exactly I was missing out on before," he said with a soft chuckle. "Always knew it would be good, but didn't know it'd be that good."
Smiling softly, Bucky looked back at her with half-lidded eyes. "It's simple," he began, then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You picked me when I was young and upbeat, and you're too damn stubborn to change your mind." He was teasing. Sort of. Half-teasing. Bucky had done the same, but Steph hadn't really been upbeat when they were young.
"Please, you were the only boy worth noticing." Sure, there had been other cute boys, but they were bullies and Steph would rather punch their faces in than kiss them. (Bucky really did most of the punching.)
She hoped for a bit of luck for once, that their food order would take longer to arrive. It was much too comfortable to move, and she liked how deeply and tightly wedged he was inside her. He would have to get used to her wanting it now, and it wasn't just to make up for lost time.
"You're gonna have to make a list of new fantasies now, because those old ones are gonna get crossed out really quickly." Heights might not be an option anymore, but she had an idea for the Ferris Wheel one.
Grinning, Bucky ran the tip of his nose along Steph's jawline gently. "And you were the only girl I noticed." Sure, he'd taken other girls on dates here and there. But he'd turned down any advances they made, hadn't he? And he only really took them out in the first place because folks got strange when a guy seemed fine with staying single.
And it took a while, but not getting serious with anyone else seemed to work out for him. How else would he have ended up engaged to his favorite person to ever live, naked and wrapped in her, in bed?
"I can probably come up with something," he started, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the side of her neck. "But you know I've never been all that creative. That was always your job."
"Hey, I just want you to have the best time." They weren't really at all that different in how they loved each other. Steph wanted to take care of him, to give him the things she couldn't when they were younger and poorer, to make him happy. And not because Bucky might leave her if he wasn't satisfied. They'd stuck by each other's side even when they thought their love was unrequited, didn't they?
She kissed the top of his head. "So where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?" With everything that still needed to be done, they might need two; one for immediately after they make things official at the courthouse, and another once the Avengers stuff had been settled. "Somewhere warm, yeah? I'll wear a bikini, a really skimpy one, and we'll have a private beach and everything."
"I'm already having the best time, Steph." Bucky was with her, that was all he needed.
Okay, that was a stretch. He needed other things, too, like food and sleep and probably some sort of brain scan or something, but he needed Steph. Bucky was pretty sure she kept his heart beating, even if she didn't realize it.
"Oh, you in a tiny bikini on a private beach? Sounds like a plan to me." Closing his eyes, he pictured it as he let one hand drift up and down her side. "I don't know where we'd get one of those beaches, but anywhere would be good with me." He thought about it for a moment before adding, "Hawaii's out. It's getting cold here, so we'd have to go to the southern hemisphere."
"Lots of options in Asia." Steph's eyes had started to close too, her hunger pretty much forgotten by now. "I already looked some up before, in case after Wakanda you wanted to lie low for a while longer without having to constantly look over your shoulder. I just gotta find that list."
It was probably somewhere in this guest room, honestly, since this was where she'd stashed everything remotely connected to him after he turned into dust. There was also a sketchpad or two for sure; she had spent many days drunk sketching, and she'd mostly sketched him, as if doing so would bring him back somehow. Unlike some of her more imaginative renditions in the past, she'd drawn him from her memories, and ended up with so many.
"Don't think we oughta have sex on the beach though," she added after a moment. "Sand gets everywhere." While on the run she'd had several missions with Sam and Nat in the Middle East, and one time they had the misfortune of being caught in a sandstorm.
Bucky couldn't help laughing softly then. "Steph, one of these days you gotta stop trying to throw your life away for me," he said, teasing her. But, honestly, he didn't know where he'd be if she hadn't done it over and over already. "But Asia sounds good. Maybe I'll pick up another language to add to the list." Wherever they settled on, he'd probably go ahead and start looking into the language of the area, at least a little.
"Lots of sex yes, on the beach no. You in a tiny bikini also yes. Got it." Bucky knew it had been five years, but to him, it felt like just three days earlier she'd been landing in Wakanda to pick him up for a giant battle. When he hugged her and made his quip about being a hundred-year-old semi-stable man, he didn't expect that three days--or five years--later he would be talking about their honeymoon.
But that made him think of something. "Hey, if I lost five years, does that mean you're older than me now?"
"Too late," Steph retorted with a grin. "In two days tops I'll even be legally obligated to. In stupid and in health and all that." She was teasing, but it was also the truth. It was too late, because there was nothing Bucky — or anyone — could say or do to dissuade her from throwing her life away for him, if necessary. Especially now that she knew he loved her too.
His question about their ages made her pause. She hadn't really thought about it. Eventually she decided, "I was under the ice for about seventy years and people insisted I was 90, so no, it's 2023 now, you were born in 1917, that's the math." Opening her eyes, she couldn't resist teasing, "Why, older women your type?"
Two days and Bucky could check another one of his fantasies off his list. Less sex-related, sure, but he'd always wanted to call her his wife. "I don't think we can get sick all that easy anymore," Bucky began, grinning. "Maybe we should tell the judge or whoever to change the vows to that."
He couldn't help laughing softly at her answer. "Hey, I was in a freezer for most of that time," he pointed out, tempted to point out that at least he existed during his years frozen, while he didn't exist for the five years. But, he didn't really want to drag the mood down. "Nah, age doesn't factor into my type. My type is just stupid punks from Brooklyn who somehow manage to make people think they're a hell of a lot more sweet and innocent than they are."
"Hey, I'm sweet and innocent." Steph mock batted her eyelashes at him, then, while Bucky was focused on her face, she squirmed just a little under him. To her credit, she managed to suppress the moan that wanted to escape her at how good it felt even if he was spent. His dick was wedged so, so tightly it still managed to hit some of her sweet spots.
"And if you really wanted to date older women," she continued, trying to appear unaffected though there was the slightest breathlessness as she spoke, "I know some really lovely ladies at the nursing home. I could introduce you."
Bucky, on the other hand, did not manage to suppress his groan when she moved around his cock. "Yeah, try convincing someone else of that, sweetheart," he said before pressing a kiss to her neck. "You can't just bat those baby blues and convince me like you can with everyone else. I've known you too damn long for that."
He could hear the breathlessness in her voice when she spoke, making him smirk slightly. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, then shifted his hips a bit. "You really wanna push me off on some other old lady before we even get married?" Bucky knew she didn't actually want that, she was teasing, but he could do the same to her, couldn't he?
"Look, seeing as I'm also your best friend, it is my duty to at least show you what you'll be missing once you take yourself off the market," Steph continued to tease, though it was probably not a good idea because Bucky was rocking his hips some now too. It wasn't that she didn't want another round; she just didn't want to stop when their food order arrived, and it should come anytime now.
She couldn't really bring herself to stop though. She'd missed him so much. Five years was a long time, and she'd been incredibly lonely despite being surrounded by the people she tried to help and the people who tried to help her. She would honestly be fine if all they did was talk and snuggle, but why stop there when they had admitted to loving each other and were engaged to be married?
True enough, her buzzer rang. She groaned in frustration and slumped back into the mattress. "Fuck." She closed her eyes, searching for the will to untangle herself and get up. "This better be our food and not an Avengers house call."
"Sweetheart, I was never really on the market in the first place," he said with a bit of a cheeky grin, a sliver of the man he was before he got his orders back in 1943 shining through. "You just didn't realize that almost everything I did was with you in mind."
When Bucky heard the buzzer, he also groaned as he dropped his head forward to press his forehead into Steph's shoulder. He groaned again as he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, draping one arm across his eyes. "If it's one of your friends, tell them we're busy and you just gave me a new gun I haven't tried out yet," he sighed. "If I go I might just slam the door in their face."
"Neither was I, and neither did you," Steph retorted with a grin, though it wasn't only from amusement at their banter. It wasn't that she was wishing for things to return to the way they were before the war, but she at least wanted Bucky to feel better about himself instead of continuing to carry the weight of his past, as she did. While the past could neither be changed nor undone, they could move forward from it and look to the future instead.
For the first time in a long time, she found herself able to do that again.
Thoughts of the future were all that powered Steph through having to get up for their food delivery order. She was already missing having Bucky inside her, and he'd pulled out only seconds ago. "I'm the one trying out a new gun," she couldn't resist saying, pointedly looking at his cock before grinning at his face. Then she slipped off the bed. "We should have some food while they're hot. No more interruptions after, promise."
She left his shirt for him to wear, dropping by her room instead to grab a dressing gown. She hastily pulled her hair up into a ponytail before moving to get the door and their food.
"That was terrible, and you should be ashamed," Bucky told her, but he was chuckling a bit anyway as he uncovered his eyes to watch her ass as she walked out of the room. It really was a beautiful sight.
Picking up his shirt and underwear, he slipped out of the room and into the bathroom, where he washed up quickly before pulling his clothes on, then wet a fresh washcloth with warm water and carried it out to Steph. "Here," he said as he took the bags from her while the door closed. Kissing her on the cheek, he pressed the washcloth into her hand before carrying the bags into the kitchen to sort everything out. He didn't even know what she ordered, but he was sure he would be fine with whatever it was.
"Bet the delivery person got a thrill outta seeing Captain America answer the door in her robe," he teased, grinning over his shoulder at her.
"Fuck you," Steph shot back with a laugh as she left the room. Okay, she had to agree it was terrible. But swearing at Bucky would never not be funny now, because she would fuck him. Like, a lot. Certainly after they had some food, since they needed to pick up where they left off.
She thanked him for the washcloth and cleaned herself up as she followed him into the kitchen. She'd clean up more thoroughly in the bathroom in a minute, but she didn't want him to do all the preparations. None of it was new, really. Whenever he stayed over at her place when they were younger, he helped with the chores and cleaned up after his own mess. At times he was over so much it was almost like he lived there. She just hadn't wanted him to ruin his prospects for marriage and a better life, not realizing there were already rumors about them secretly cohabitating anyway.
She'd ordered Chinese and twice the serving of everything; the restaurant was owned by immigrants who knew who Steph was but had an unspoken understanding with her to keep quiet about it. It probably helped that she ordered regularly and tipped well. Captain America, supporter of small businesses owned by marginalized folks.
"Not as much of a thrill as you got from seeing what's beneath it," she teased as she stole a piece of spring roll from the plate he was preparing and ate it.
Bucky had had time enough to familiarize himself with the layout of Steph's kitchen (and the rest of the apartment) in the hours between when he woke up and when she did, so it was with ease that they moved around each other, getting their meals and drinks ready to eat. It almost took him back to when they were young and moved around each other just as easily in Steph's small apartment.
Not wanting to just stand and eat, Bucky leaned across the counter to put the plates where he knew the barstools were, then turned and caught Steph around her waist as she passed him, pulling her close. "Hey," he started, grinning at her. "Don't make it past tense like that. I'm never gonna stop getting a thrill out of seeing you naked." Leaning in, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I waited too long to see it in the first place to get tired of it."
Steph really liked how handsy and affectionate Bucky was now that they were officially together. She hadn't realized just how badly she craved being touched, and it didn't even have to be in a sexual manner. Grinning right back, she leaned into him for a minute. "Is this what we're trading the stupid for then?" She wasn't complaining if so.
Despite messing with him by stealing food from his plate and drinking from his glass, she would be quick to refill what she'd taken, or just in general. She thought about how, when they were young and eating together, he would give her extra because he felt she needed it more, and how she could never repay his kindness enough. Now she could. She could buy him whatever he needed, give him whatever he wanted. She was happy to. He deserved it.
She burped embarrassingly loudly, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither did he care that she'd demolished her share of everything. It was nice to be with someone who understood.
She grabbed the plate of little cake slices she got for their dessert. "Wanna have these in the living room while we put something on?"
Bucky had been fairly touchy with Steph when they were young, but back then he still had to keep it within reason, trying to keep it to what buddies would do. Nothing that would give away how he really felt about her. But now that he'd told her about his feelings, and it turned out she felt the same, there was really no reason to hold himself back from touching her any more. At least not while his mood was high and he wasn't fighting off that darkness and depression that was always lurking in him since he escaped.
But he was going to try to hold that back as long as possible.
Chuckling at the sheer volume of Steph's burp, he picked up the plates once they were done and carried them to the kitchen. "Sounds good," he said about eating the cake in the living room before giving the dishes a rinse and then sticking them in the dishwasher.
Once he was done with that, he followed her to the living room and sat beside her on the couch, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. "We can watch whatever you want," he told her simply. "I still don't know shit about movies or TV since the 40s."
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"I mean, to be fair, you did surprise me in my tent a few times. They were just... after rough days where we didn't want to be alone." There had been no sex, just curling up together like they'd done since they were young. Like the best friends they were, hiding their real feelings from each other.
Looking back, they were idiots.
His hand moved to grip at the back of Steph's thigh when she wrapped her leg around him, and his thrusts became just a bit sharper. "Recent years my fantasies were just about you telling me you loved me, though." More than anything he had just wanted to get to the point where he felt like his head was on straight enough to be safe to be around her, to just be by her side. Bucky genuinely thought Steph loving him as anything more than a friend was just a fantasy. "But all my fantasies involved you saying you loved me."
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Then her face turned redder as she confessed, with a soft laugh, "After you pulled me out of the river I started to fantasize you'd just show up at my place one day, and you remembered me again. Then we'd fuck hard and rough; bruising, biting, you holding me down or pinning me to walls, stuff like that." Her expression sobered. "Then I just wanted to find you, and for you to remember me, no sex necessary. Then you were gone again and I... I regretted not telling you that I loved you."
Which had led her to telling him in the middle of a battlefield. She had no regrets. Especially because they were together now, naked and having sex and getting married.
Her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, she pulled him down by the hair to kiss him and say, "I love you, Buck. I'll tell you whenever I can, and whenever you like." It was said that actions spoke louder than words, and she'd never been short on action — agreeing to be a test subject for a freak science experiment for a chance to join him on the front lines, rushing into enemy territory to rescue him, giving herself up so he could complete his mission, turning her back on her friends and going on the run because she chose him. But sometimes words still had to be said. "I'll always love you, and I'll always choose you."
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Moaning into the kiss when she pulled him down, Bucky began to thrust harder into her, chasing the pleasure he could feel bubbling up low in him. "I love you, too, Steph. Always have, always will."
Leaning down, he gave her a long, slow kiss before pulling back to speak again. "I'm getting close, sweetheart," he said, breathing a bit more harsh. "What do you need?" He wanted her to get off, too, dammit.
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A loud groan escaped her once he did. Her injuries and the adrenaline rush from the battle had left her memories of their first night together a bit hazy, but now she was fully paying attention. Fuck, she never expected to ever hear him moaning and panting in pleasure, which were now some of her favorite sounds in the universe. Or that the squelching sound as he slammed into her and her wetness trickling to her ass would be so arousing. Or that she would whimper, "Harder, Buck," and moan so much that her string of 'yes's and 'fuck's would slur together as if she was drunk.
Or that once she hit the edge it would be nothing like the high from her asthma cigarettes or jumping off a plane without a parachute. Crying out, she curled her other leg around him then too, and held on so tightly to him while she trembled that she probably would've crushed any other man.
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Once he was spent, Bucky stopped holding himself up, letting his weight rest on top of her. If anyone could handle it, it was Captain America. "Fuck, I love you, Steph," he said between heavy breaths. He wasn't tired exactly; it would take a hell of a lot more than that to get him genuinely tired, but he was... spent really was the word. "We sure do have a lot of sex to make up for, don't we?"
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"Love you too, Buck." Eyes still shut, she brought an arm back around him to keep him close. "Shit, that was so fucking good. Worth the wait," she teased, though she would have slept with him in high school had he wanted to.
Her expression was still a little dazed when she opened her eyes to look at him. Trailing her fingertips down his cheek, she whispered, almost reverently, "How did I get so lucky?"
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Smiling softly, Bucky looked back at her with half-lidded eyes. "It's simple," he began, then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You picked me when I was young and upbeat, and you're too damn stubborn to change your mind." He was teasing. Sort of. Half-teasing. Bucky had done the same, but Steph hadn't really been upbeat when they were young.
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She hoped for a bit of luck for once, that their food order would take longer to arrive. It was much too comfortable to move, and she liked how deeply and tightly wedged he was inside her. He would have to get used to her wanting it now, and it wasn't just to make up for lost time.
"You're gonna have to make a list of new fantasies now, because those old ones are gonna get crossed out really quickly." Heights might not be an option anymore, but she had an idea for the Ferris Wheel one.
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And it took a while, but not getting serious with anyone else seemed to work out for him. How else would he have ended up engaged to his favorite person to ever live, naked and wrapped in her, in bed?
"I can probably come up with something," he started, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the side of her neck. "But you know I've never been all that creative. That was always your job."
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She kissed the top of his head. "So where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?" With everything that still needed to be done, they might need two; one for immediately after they make things official at the courthouse, and another once the Avengers stuff had been settled. "Somewhere warm, yeah? I'll wear a bikini, a really skimpy one, and we'll have a private beach and everything."
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Okay, that was a stretch. He needed other things, too, like food and sleep and probably some sort of brain scan or something, but he needed Steph. Bucky was pretty sure she kept his heart beating, even if she didn't realize it.
"Oh, you in a tiny bikini on a private beach? Sounds like a plan to me." Closing his eyes, he pictured it as he let one hand drift up and down her side. "I don't know where we'd get one of those beaches, but anywhere would be good with me." He thought about it for a moment before adding, "Hawaii's out. It's getting cold here, so we'd have to go to the southern hemisphere."
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It was probably somewhere in this guest room, honestly, since this was where she'd stashed everything remotely connected to him after he turned into dust. There was also a sketchpad or two for sure; she had spent many days drunk sketching, and she'd mostly sketched him, as if doing so would bring him back somehow. Unlike some of her more imaginative renditions in the past, she'd drawn him from her memories, and ended up with so many.
"Don't think we oughta have sex on the beach though," she added after a moment. "Sand gets everywhere." While on the run she'd had several missions with Sam and Nat in the Middle East, and one time they had the misfortune of being caught in a sandstorm.
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"Lots of sex yes, on the beach no. You in a tiny bikini also yes. Got it." Bucky knew it had been five years, but to him, it felt like just three days earlier she'd been landing in Wakanda to pick him up for a giant battle. When he hugged her and made his quip about being a hundred-year-old semi-stable man, he didn't expect that three days--or five years--later he would be talking about their honeymoon.
But that made him think of something. "Hey, if I lost five years, does that mean you're older than me now?"
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His question about their ages made her pause. She hadn't really thought about it. Eventually she decided, "I was under the ice for about seventy years and people insisted I was 90, so no, it's 2023 now, you were born in 1917, that's the math." Opening her eyes, she couldn't resist teasing, "Why, older women your type?"
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He couldn't help laughing softly at her answer. "Hey, I was in a freezer for most of that time," he pointed out, tempted to point out that at least he existed during his years frozen, while he didn't exist for the five years. But, he didn't really want to drag the mood down. "Nah, age doesn't factor into my type. My type is just stupid punks from Brooklyn who somehow manage to make people think they're a hell of a lot more sweet and innocent than they are."
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"And if you really wanted to date older women," she continued, trying to appear unaffected though there was the slightest breathlessness as she spoke, "I know some really lovely ladies at the nursing home. I could introduce you."
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He could hear the breathlessness in her voice when she spoke, making him smirk slightly. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, then shifted his hips a bit. "You really wanna push me off on some other old lady before we even get married?" Bucky knew she didn't actually want that, she was teasing, but he could do the same to her, couldn't he?
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She couldn't really bring herself to stop though. She'd missed him so much. Five years was a long time, and she'd been incredibly lonely despite being surrounded by the people she tried to help and the people who tried to help her. She would honestly be fine if all they did was talk and snuggle, but why stop there when they had admitted to loving each other and were engaged to be married?
True enough, her buzzer rang. She groaned in frustration and slumped back into the mattress. "Fuck." She closed her eyes, searching for the will to untangle herself and get up. "This better be our food and not an Avengers house call."
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When Bucky heard the buzzer, he also groaned as he dropped his head forward to press his forehead into Steph's shoulder. He groaned again as he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, draping one arm across his eyes. "If it's one of your friends, tell them we're busy and you just gave me a new gun I haven't tried out yet," he sighed. "If I go I might just slam the door in their face."
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For the first time in a long time, she found herself able to do that again.
Thoughts of the future were all that powered Steph through having to get up for their food delivery order. She was already missing having Bucky inside her, and he'd pulled out only seconds ago. "I'm the one trying out a new gun," she couldn't resist saying, pointedly looking at his cock before grinning at his face. Then she slipped off the bed. "We should have some food while they're hot. No more interruptions after, promise."
She left his shirt for him to wear, dropping by her room instead to grab a dressing gown. She hastily pulled her hair up into a ponytail before moving to get the door and their food.
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Picking up his shirt and underwear, he slipped out of the room and into the bathroom, where he washed up quickly before pulling his clothes on, then wet a fresh washcloth with warm water and carried it out to Steph. "Here," he said as he took the bags from her while the door closed. Kissing her on the cheek, he pressed the washcloth into her hand before carrying the bags into the kitchen to sort everything out. He didn't even know what she ordered, but he was sure he would be fine with whatever it was.
"Bet the delivery person got a thrill outta seeing Captain America answer the door in her robe," he teased, grinning over his shoulder at her.
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She thanked him for the washcloth and cleaned herself up as she followed him into the kitchen. She'd clean up more thoroughly in the bathroom in a minute, but she didn't want him to do all the preparations. None of it was new, really. Whenever he stayed over at her place when they were younger, he helped with the chores and cleaned up after his own mess. At times he was over so much it was almost like he lived there. She just hadn't wanted him to ruin his prospects for marriage and a better life, not realizing there were already rumors about them secretly cohabitating anyway.
She'd ordered Chinese and twice the serving of everything; the restaurant was owned by immigrants who knew who Steph was but had an unspoken understanding with her to keep quiet about it. It probably helped that she ordered regularly and tipped well. Captain America, supporter of small businesses owned by marginalized folks.
"Not as much of a thrill as you got from seeing what's beneath it," she teased as she stole a piece of spring roll from the plate he was preparing and ate it.
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Not wanting to just stand and eat, Bucky leaned across the counter to put the plates where he knew the barstools were, then turned and caught Steph around her waist as she passed him, pulling her close. "Hey," he started, grinning at her. "Don't make it past tense like that. I'm never gonna stop getting a thrill out of seeing you naked." Leaning in, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I waited too long to see it in the first place to get tired of it."
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Despite messing with him by stealing food from his plate and drinking from his glass, she would be quick to refill what she'd taken, or just in general. She thought about how, when they were young and eating together, he would give her extra because he felt she needed it more, and how she could never repay his kindness enough. Now she could. She could buy him whatever he needed, give him whatever he wanted. She was happy to. He deserved it.
She burped embarrassingly loudly, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither did he care that she'd demolished her share of everything. It was nice to be with someone who understood.
She grabbed the plate of little cake slices she got for their dessert. "Wanna have these in the living room while we put something on?"
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But he was going to try to hold that back as long as possible.
Chuckling at the sheer volume of Steph's burp, he picked up the plates once they were done and carried them to the kitchen. "Sounds good," he said about eating the cake in the living room before giving the dishes a rinse and then sticking them in the dishwasher.
Once he was done with that, he followed her to the living room and sat beside her on the couch, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. "We can watch whatever you want," he told her simply. "I still don't know shit about movies or TV since the 40s."
i had to now
yesssss
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