[ He lies quietly afterward, content to hold her and just not think for a few more minutes. If he can hold on to this feeling, he might even be able to catch more than a few hours of sleep tonight. Not here though, they can't risk it, so he pulls her a little closer while he still can.
When Steph looks at him, he tucks some of that fine golden hair behind her ear. It feels less like a dream, now that Bucky knows what she looks like flushed and desperate and euphoric. How she feels, what she tastes like. He watches her right back for a moment, wondering if there's a right thing to say in this situation.
Then he remembers an old point of contention after his supposed 'tomcatting around'. Some of the girls he took out hadn't been shy about sharing the details, and word had come back to Steph eventually. The corner of his mouth lifts into a sly smile. ]
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When Steph looks at him, he tucks some of that fine golden hair behind her ear. It feels less like a dream, now that Bucky knows what she looks like flushed and desperate and euphoric. How she feels, what she tastes like. He watches her right back for a moment, wondering if there's a right thing to say in this situation.
Then he remembers an old point of contention after his supposed 'tomcatting around'. Some of the girls he took out hadn't been shy about sharing the details, and word had come back to Steph eventually. The corner of his mouth lifts into a sly smile. ]
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