[ There are so many missions Bucky’s gone on where he’s been nothing but professional. Where he’s followed the parameters to the letter, barely cracked a smile, and was a stoic, cold, unpersonable pain in the ass until the bitter end because the difference between walking out of there whole and uninjured and getting hurt was staying sharp and on point. But he just doesn’t have it in him for this. HQ would probably say that it’s a sign that his training has broken down too much, that he’s getting soft in his retirement from being Hydra’s well-oiled gun.
Bucky would offer a different perspective. That someone higher up on the chain of command thought it would be a brilliant idea to assign him a “pretend to be married in the city of decadence” with the love of his life and contrary to Zola’s best attempts, he’s only human. There’s no way in hell he’d ever be able to resist this.
The twitching scritch of fingers at his side interrupts the kiss, makes his hips jerk against Steve’s in a way that isn’t arousal and has him huffing out a quiet, breathless laugh before he can stop it. He can’t remember the last time someone tried to tickle him. Literally. Though the sensation produces the now familiar ghost of a sense that it’s something that he ought to know from experience. Long, half-tortured, half-hilarious experience.
Steve shifting his attention from his mouth to his collarbone gives him the opportunity to try to disguise it with a shivery sort of twitch that’s not the least bit feigned. ]
Good. [ His metal fingers dip in, brush against Steve’s side and jerk back in an inverted flinch, waiting for Steve to do it by giving him the space. But a moment later they inch closer again, slowly extending until the tips rest against his skin. ] I like it here.
[ He cards his flesh hand through Steve’s hair, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Vegas is nice. They can be together without attracting attention, sure, but it’s more than that and he knows it. Probably, he ought to keep his mouth shut, but Steve’s lips on his skin has a habit of loosening his tongue and Bucky’s a little blunter now than he used to be. ]
I wish it was real. Us. [ It comes out before he realizes he’s going to say it, but it isn’t a lie, and he’s not going to back away from it. Of all the things he’s ashamed of in his life, his feelings for Steve aren’t among them. ] I like being married to you.
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Bucky would offer a different perspective. That someone higher up on the chain of command thought it would be a brilliant idea to assign him a “pretend to be married in the city of decadence” with the love of his life and contrary to Zola’s best attempts, he’s only human. There’s no way in hell he’d ever be able to resist this.
The twitching scritch of fingers at his side interrupts the kiss, makes his hips jerk against Steve’s in a way that isn’t arousal and has him huffing out a quiet, breathless laugh before he can stop it. He can’t remember the last time someone tried to tickle him. Literally. Though the sensation produces the now familiar ghost of a sense that it’s something that he ought to know from experience. Long, half-tortured, half-hilarious experience.
Steve shifting his attention from his mouth to his collarbone gives him the opportunity to try to disguise it with a shivery sort of twitch that’s not the least bit feigned. ]
Good. [ His metal fingers dip in, brush against Steve’s side and jerk back in an inverted flinch, waiting for Steve to do it by giving him the space. But a moment later they inch closer again, slowly extending until the tips rest against his skin. ] I like it here.
[ He cards his flesh hand through Steve’s hair, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Vegas is nice. They can be together without attracting attention, sure, but it’s more than that and he knows it. Probably, he ought to keep his mouth shut, but Steve’s lips on his skin has a habit of loosening his tongue and Bucky’s a little blunter now than he used to be. ]
I wish it was real. Us. [ It comes out before he realizes he’s going to say it, but it isn’t a lie, and he’s not going to back away from it. Of all the things he’s ashamed of in his life, his feelings for Steve aren’t among them. ] I like being married to you.