( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

[chatona]

the 'fake married' meme

be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you are pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over?

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[libertes]

[ They’ve always meant to fit together, it’s true. Steve would attest to it. From boys, to teenagers, to young men, to adults. Steven Rogers and James Barnes were meant to be together. Not even time or serums or psychotic groups hellbent on world domination can change that. Circumstances may split them up more than they’d both like, but two halves of the same soul will always find their way back to each other. And Steve knows now that nothing’s going to change the basic core of them.

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be and no one else he’d rather be with. Bucky’s always been the one he’s wanted.

Right now, hard as it is, he’s not going to focus on waxing poetically about the stars in his eyes, but instead focus on the man beneath him that has fire on his tongue and ice in his touch. Which, as it turns out, is really pretty easy.

He wishes Bucky would touch him more, but he doesn’t want to force anything. It isn’t a secret that Bucky struggles with his left hand and whether or not he wants to use it in situations like these. Steve wants him to feel comfortable with it, encourages the use of it whenever he can, but he understands the hesitancy with which Bucky operates. So, as much as he’d like to just tell Bucky to put it on him, he wants to feel it, or even just physically put Bucky’s hand on him, he doesn’t. Instead he just attempts to not smile as Bucky bites his lip, but that turns out to be some sort of impossibility.

It’s hard not to when they’re in carefree moments like these. They’ve really never been afforded something like this. Even if they are on a mission right now.

Steve ducks down again to capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss, soft and lingering. One hand rests against Bucky’s side, fingers idly moving in a small tickling sort of motion. Not pulling away fully, he bumps their noses together. ]

Guess we’re in agreement then. [ Steve isn’t a smooth guy by any sense of the term, but he makes the attempt as he transitions from kissing Bucky’s mouth to moving down to his neck and further along to his collarbones. ] We’re just not leaving.

[misdated]

[ 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.