dysmorphics | it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

Steph ended up actually dozing off for a while, long enough to wake up with a start when Bucky speaks up again. She settles back into him easily though, comforted by the feel of his body next to hers and his hand rubbing circles on her back.

"I was thinking we could order something a little fancy. You know, to celebrate," she answered, a hint of sleep still in her voice. "But only if you wanna. I can make soup if you'd prefer that instead." Soup was comforting, and they both needed comfort after everything he'd told her. Celebrating could wait, if he didn't have the energy for it.

Bucky couldn't help chuckling softly at the way Steph started. "Sorry, didn't realize you fell asleep," he said, tilting his head so he could press a kiss to hers.

After thinking about it for a moment, Bucky stated, "I don't want you to have to cook anything tonight, sweetheart. What kind of fancy were you thinking? Steak and wine or do I need to try to look up some kinda French restaurants or something?" He'd never had French food, and he didn't speak French, but it's one of those things that people always said was fancy. "Unless you had something else in mind."

He loved it when Steph cooked, but they'd had a full day. Not just the shopping, which was admittedly a lot for Bucky, but also Bucky finally telling her all about the time between when she came from and the present. And, most importantly, they were engaged now, dammit. As soon as they got her legal status worked out, he was going to officially make her his wife.

"Steak and wine, yeah. We got some candles for the atmosphere." Steph wasn't particularly picky, perhaps just self-conscious about the price of things, but she'd long learned and gotten used to the fact that Bucky preferred to let her decide, so she made herself do so. She knew he wanted her happy and that he would gladly defer to her wishes, though now she wondered if that had anything to do with how he'd been stripped of his free will over the last how many decades. "If you're okay with that? If not, we could always do Christmas dinner." Which was a safe choice. They'd had it time and again since she liked it so much.

"We can watch a movie after." That was how she pictured their dates back then, that was if he ever asked her out anyway; dinner, then either the cinema or the dancehall. Now they were doing everything at home, but she actually preferred that, even without taking his aversion to crowds into consideration.

"Steak sounds good to me. I like steak," he responded simply. It was one of those meals that was considered really fancy when they grew up, too. And, while it was much easier to get in the modern day, Bucky still didn't think to get it out of nothing more than habit.

Maybe he should suggest steak for dinner sometimes.

"Steak followed by a movie sounds pretty perfect to me, actually." It might not sound like the fanciest or most celebratory of evenings to a lot of people, but it was definitely up Bucky's alley. Besides, if they were at home instead of out in public, it would make it easier for Bucky to just toss Steph over his shoulder and carry her off to bed if they were in the mood afterwards.

Or they could just stay on the couch. It was their apartment; there were zero rules about where they had to be when they had sex.

"Good." Steph was worried that their conversation had put Bucky in a morose mood, though she would understand if it did. It would've just been awful timing, that's all, considering they hadn't even gotten to celebrate their engagement yet. Steak, wine and a movie though? Perfect.

They snuggled on the couch until it was time to prepare for dinner. While Bucky took care of their order, Steph busied herself in the kitchen and dining room. She set the table and decorated it with candles. She even sacrificed some of the flowers she had in a vase on the windowsill of the kitchen to scatter some petals over the tablecloth. Who said they couldn't have nice things in the comfort of their home?

She returned to the living room to get the record player going again, this time popping in Marvin Gaye's Trouble Man. She'd found it among Cap's collection and liked it. "Just the food now," she said when she straightened up, grinning at her fiancé.

"It's going to be a little while before the food gets here," Bucky said as he set his phone aside, then stood and crossed the room to Steph. Leaning down slightly, he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close as he let his chin rest on the top of her head.

His mood might not have been what it was when they got home, but Bucky was definitely feeling better than he had before Steph napped on his chest, and he had some quiet time. But it was good that he finally had his past in the open. He could stop worrying that the things he'd done--the things he'd been forced to do, he reminded himself for the millionth time--would be too much for her and she'd run off like his best friend had. Maybe not for the same reason, but that worry had been in the back of his head the whole time she'd been with him, nonetheless.

But they'd talked it out and then they'd rested for a while, now it was time to move past it and celebrate the fact that she agreed to marry him for some insane reason.

Reaching down, Bucky snagged her left hand to bring it up and press a kiss to her fingers again, right at her new ring. "I've always wanted you to be Mrs. Barnes. You know that, right?"

Steph watched Bucky kiss her hand, then she looked up at him with a warm smile. "I know now." Yeah, he'd told her before that he'd wanted to marry her and planned on asking her when he got home from the war, but she couldn't really make herself believe it. Force of habit, for one. And there was the fact that, up until recently, she'd been worried that he would still choose her counterpart if she ever came back.

It was amazing how a little ring could add that much stability and certainty. It certainly helped heal the old wounds of insecurity in her heart. Trust wasn't the issue, after all she trusted him with her life; but she had been on the receiving end of him supposedly wanting her but dating all those other women anyway. A tangible reassurance in the shape of a ring worked wonders for that.

"I've always wanted to be Mrs. Barnes," she affirmed, because she felt that it had to be said. "I just... you remember how I struggled with my health back then. And how I... can't really get pregnant." She swallowed down the lump in her throat at the reminder. "It wouldn't have been fair to saddle you with me. For me to just die. Or get really sick and you'll end up having to take care of me the whole time. I didn't have much to bring into a marriage, and you deserve so much better."

She felt less guilty these days about being a burden, at least.

She reached up to cup his cheeks with both hands. "I still don't have much now. Just my love. I... I'm glad you think it's enough."

"Hey," Bucky started before picking Steph up and turning to set her feet on the coffee table so they could stand more eye-to-eye, then brought his good hand up to gently brush her hair out of her face. "Your love's all I've ever wanted, Steph. It's more than enough."

Standing close, he locked his blue eyes on hers. "First off, I don't need kids. Didn't need them when we were young, and now I'd be a shit dad with everything I've got going on up here," he tapped the side of his head with a metal finger. "I might not have physical ailments, but I'm sure I've got plenty of mental stuff going on that I didn't used to. There's, uh, this thing they told me about back in Wakanda called PTSD. During the war it was called Shell Shock and they just expected people to shake it off and get over it. Turns out it doesn't work that way. Anyway, I'd be no good raising a kid."

Bucky sighed and dropped his hand from her hair to take hers and lace their fingers together. "Second, I've always known there was a chance I'd end up having to take care of you, or lose you, but that was a chance I was prepared to take." But medicine was so much better now than it had been when they grew up, and Bucky was confident that they'd have a good, long life together.

Depending on one other thing, at least. "Besides, we don't know how the trial's gonna shake out for me anyway." Bucky could be locked away forever, or worse. His hands ended a hell of a lot of lives, after all.

It was a testament to how frequently Bucky just picked Steph up that she didn't make any sound of protest when he did. Her gaze remained locked on his face, trusting him to be careful with her. He always was.

"We'll be together, no matter what," she vowed. Cap wouldn't let him be locked away, Steph was sure. If they didn't win the trial, he and Steph would just have to run. Despite her good intentions, she didn't want to spring that up on him though, especially after the whole incident with Cap and learning that he didn't have a choice in anything for so long. So she squeezed his hands and said, "I would run away with you, if it comes to that. But if you feel strongly against it... we'll just find another way."

She did not suggest they run now; he would just look guilty if they did. But if after they exposed the truth, he still got locked up, well, that was another thing entirely.

Bucky couldn't help his warm grin at her words, understanding the promise for what it was. "We'll figure it out if we need to," he said simply as he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her close, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm not losing my dream girl now that I've finally gotten her to agree to marry me." He'd waited a hell of a long time for that yes, after all, having decided to propose back before he shipped out, and decided he needed to at least tell her how he felt just before that cursed draft letter showed up.

Picking her up again, Bucky quickly turned before setting her back on the ground, but continued to hold her against his body as the music played. "But that's shit for us to worry about some other time. Tonight you look beautiful, we've got a fancy dinner on the way, and we've got good things to celebrate."

Sure, her dress and hair had gotten a little rumpled and mussed from the way they curled up on the couch for a while, but Bucky didn't care. She was always beautiful.

Steph was smiling, glad that Bucky was on board with the plan, even if it was as vague as 'staying together'. She was even more glad that his mood to celebrate had returned. Could he fault her for wanting him to enjoy his engagement? Even if it was just dinner and a movie and kissing.

"You haven't even seen what I'm wearing under my dress. It goes with my new ring," she couldn't resist teasing now that he was feeling up to celebrating again. She wasn't trying to start anything, only to bring a smile to his face. He deserved to be happy. Especially after everything he'd had to go through.

He might not have been in as good a mood as when they got home, but Bucky was definitely in better spirits than he had been just a short while ago, and it was because of his fiancée. She was like a balm for him. No, she wouldn't just solve all of his issues, but she definitely helped soothe a good chunk of the pain he dealt with on a regular basis.

Now, whether he would end up having confession-based nightmares or good engagement dreams later that night, that would be a coin toss, and he had no way of knowing how that would go later.

When she mentioned having something nice under her dress, however, that was enough to distract him. At least for the moment. "You telling me you let me take you out on the town wearing something sexy under there?" he asked, a smirk stretching across his lips as one brow lifted over his blue eyes. Bucky did love when Steph wore sexy little things for him. "I might be tempted to lift that skirt and take a sneak peek."

Bucky had mentioned before that he'd considered just bending her over something in the apartment, lifting her dress, and taking her wherever they were. It hadn't been a lie. But he also didn't need to do anything like that, either. It had just been an idea.

But then Steph would have to straighten up and potentially try to go about what she was doing with come running out of her, or rush off and clean up, and Bucky wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Did Bucky really think that his tiny fiancee, who liked being covered in his cum, was going to mind walking around and doing whatever in their apartment with it trickling down her legs? Not at all. Steph actually thought that was pretty hot, even if they'd never done it before.

"Yeah, well, we were on a date," she answered, grinning up at him. "I had to be prepared, in case you wanted me to try some clothes on and you could see my underwear sticking out." Changing rooms were fortunately by gender, or else she might be tempted to invite him inside the booth with her and there would be no telling what might happen from there. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out if she was an exhibitionist.

She squinted, her smile turning more into a smirk. "Do you wanna take a peek? You said the food's gonna take a while yet."

"So I could see- Steph, sweetheart, were you wanting me to catch a glimpse of your underwear while we were out shopping?" Bucky asked, his brow still raised, but a chuckle slipped out of him as well. Sure, one of his favorite fantasies when he'd been younger had been getting his best friend off on the ferris wheel, but he didn't actually think she'd be interested in something so potentially public. Even something as tame (by these modern standards) as letting him get a glimpse of a sliver of her underclothes. "You really are my kinky little minx, aren't you?"

Letting his hands wander down to grip her rear through the dress she wore, Bucky stole another quick kiss from his fiancée. "You wanna bend over and show me what you're hiding under there?" he asked simply, his mind already running through different pieces of furniture he could bend her over.

And to think, he used to be considered a gentleman.

Steph couldn't even pretend to look embarrassed. Especially not when Bucky was calling her his little minx. And the kinky part, well, it wasn't like she could deny it, not anymore, not after everything they'd already tried and everything they still wanted to do.

"Where?" she asked without even a second's hesitation, still grinning up at him. She had stockings on, as it was early spring and cold, but they were thin and sheer and he wouldn't have any problem if he just wanted to look. Or even if he wanted to do more than look. Stockings were so easy to rip.

On his birthday they both realized just how much he liked her ass, so she got blue lace panties that not only showed off that off, but was also revealing up front and felt like wearing nothing. Okay, yeah, she was never escaping the kinky little minx allegation. He liked it though.

Bucky's first thought had been to bend her over the kitchen table, but with how nice she'd set it up for their dinner, he quickly changed his mind about that one. There was no need to mess it up after she went and made it so pretty for them.

Instead, he led her over to the couch and had her bend at the waist to lean over the back a bit. "How's this?" he asked once she was positioned, then let his hands slide from her waist down the sides of her thighs.

"I've always loved this dress on you, you know," he said with a grin as he began to slide the skirt up her legs. She knew he loved it on her, of course. That was probably why his younger counterpart had thought to send it with her things. "But I also loved to imagine myself taking it off of you, or just pulling it up like this."

Once he had it up and bunched around her waist, Bucky couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the sight of her. What she wore under it couldn't even be called panties--not really. It could only even be called underwear at all because of the way it was worn under her clothes. "Fuck, Steph," his voice came out a little scratchy from the surprise, while he ran his good hand over the round cheeks of her ass. "You were walking around the city with your pussy out like this?" Sure, she had on tights, but those were pretty much nothing. He wasn't sure they would even stop a breeze.

For someone who didn't like being told what to do, Steph easily did whatever Bucky asked, and this time she bent over as instructed. She couldn't really see what he was doing in this position, but it still turned her on to feel where he was touching her.

There was also the anticipation. She'd picked a really racy set of underwear, and she eagerly awaited his discovery and reaction. He wasn't going to be upset, was he? Kinda shocked, maybe. After all, she might as well be wearing nothing.

He didn't disappoint. The way he said her name with that little scratch in his voice sent a rush of heat straight into the furnace between her legs. They hadn't even started fucking and she was already getting her money's worth for the lingerie. "Why not? It wasn't like anyone else could see. This is all for you, darling."

There was a heated grin on Bucky's face as he ran his hands over her ass again. Not only did he not expect to see his beautiful fiancée wearing lingerie like this, but he also didn't know it existed in the first place. But, it made sense. Let a woman look and feel sexy but give easy access at the same time.

Bucky was definitely a fan.

"These tights aren't special or anything, are they?" he asked with a brow raised, yet didn't wait for an answer before gripping them and tearing them at the seam, exposing her even more than she already was.

"Were you wanting me to fuck you in these?" he asked, running his finger teasingly over the edges of her folds. "You know you don't have to dress up to tempt me, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean I don't like it."

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