Steph laughed. Of course that had been the plan. She'd thought long and hard about a good way to surprise Bucky, one that did not involve spooking him by jumping out of the shadows and yelling, "Happy birthday!" The Google didn't have any concrete answers, but her random searches led her to a picture that gave her a crazy idea. Thus the gift box. It felt on brand for them rather than just strutting out in a nightie and dancing on a pole.

(She had, however, considered taking pole dancing classes.)

"Yeah, I ordered this special for today." She was grinning up at him, making it impossible to miss the way her breath caught when he pinned her hands above her head. It was his birthday, yet he was giving her what she wanted? God, she loved him.