"Any time, sweetheart," Bucky teased her, letting his hands wander down to grope at her ass again. Was he an ass man? Maybe. But at the very least he was a fan of her ass, and he always had been. Even when she had been small--even though clothes back then didn't exactly show it off the way modern clothes did.
"Really, though, if you wanna go to France so you can be the one doing all the translating, we can. I don't want to talk to anyone, so it's kinda stupid that I'm the one that can do the translating in too many countries." It was a weird sort of irony, really. When they were young and he was friendly, he was shit at everything but English and some German.
Steph had hated all the jokes and comments about her ass, even if it was an objectively nice ass, but she had no problem whatsoever with Bucky groping or staring or commenting on it. "That's a very dangerous statement to make," she teased as she grinned up at him. She'd had a nap, and there were snacks waiting for after. If it wasn't for the fact that he liked what they were watching, she would have no second thoughts whatsoever.
"Oh, no, we can't have a proper tour of the world with just France, so you're gonna have to do the talking to the locals, honey." He gave her an opening and she couldn't resist taking it, so here they were. "I'm happy to help with just picking out pastries at the bakery. Would you like a croissant or a baguette?"
"Hey, according to the government, I'm a really dangerous man, so I guess it fits." Bucky was teasing, of course, and there was a grin on his face as he did so, even as he let his eyes close.
He did love her ass, though. A lot.
Besides, there were other points to be made. "I don't know about that, though," he started, the grin shifting into a bit of a smartassed smirk. "France, Canada, Haiti, Monaco, Belgium, Seychelles, Madagascar... there's a lot of places that have French as an official language." There were more places than that, really, but Bucky thought he was doing good enough to remember that list.
"I do like a little danger," Steph quipped back, but because Bucky had closed his eyes again, she didn't push for anything, instead just snuggled back up into him. "Just not the saving the world kind, I'm retiring from that now. Your kind of danger, though..." She purposely left her statement at that, knowing that he'll get it.
She let out a laugh at him listing out all those places that use French as their official language. "Smartass. But, fine. Don't complain about feeling left out though." To tease him some more she purposely rattled off random words in French, waiting for one to elicit a reaction.
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"Really, though, if you wanna go to France so you can be the one doing all the translating, we can. I don't want to talk to anyone, so it's kinda stupid that I'm the one that can do the translating in too many countries." It was a weird sort of irony, really. When they were young and he was friendly, he was shit at everything but English and some German.
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"Oh, no, we can't have a proper tour of the world with just France, so you're gonna have to do the talking to the locals, honey." He gave her an opening and she couldn't resist taking it, so here they were. "I'm happy to help with just picking out pastries at the bakery. Would you like a croissant or a baguette?"
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He did love her ass, though. A lot.
Besides, there were other points to be made. "I don't know about that, though," he started, the grin shifting into a bit of a smartassed smirk. "France, Canada, Haiti, Monaco, Belgium, Seychelles, Madagascar... there's a lot of places that have French as an official language." There were more places than that, really, but Bucky thought he was doing good enough to remember that list.
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She let out a laugh at him listing out all those places that use French as their official language. "Smartass. But, fine. Don't complain about feeling left out though." To tease him some more she purposely rattled off random words in French, waiting for one to elicit a reaction.