[Bucky's brows furrow together, a soft and confused crinkling that shows that, for a second, he doesn't understand what Steve's talking about.
Steve says it fondly, like it's a good thing, but Bucky doesn't remember ever doing this before. He realizes pretty quickly that he's referring to the last time he'd been in Wonderland. Him, but not him, the different version of himself that Steve had fallen in love with. Bucky doesn't know if it should bother him, but he kind of thinks of it like everything else - just because he doesn't remember it happening, doesn't mean that it didn't.
He'd be insecure if it weren't for Steve handles it all. Bucky's not a replacement, just older and different, but still him. He doesn't like not knowing how Steve wants to be touched or kissed, or being so far behind when it comes to any of this, but they're working through things one at a time and he'd always thought love would be something like this.
Breathing gets a little difficult as fingers drag down both arms, his metal arm only sensitive in a detached kind of way, but as he lets his eyes fall shut he can almost feel it. Warmth and pressure, Steve's hands carving out insecurities with each pass.]
Yeah, me too.
[Bucky cups the side of Steve's face, pausing just to look at him, cement in his mind Steve's expression and the color of his eyes, the pink of his kiss bitten lips. He leans in to press their foreheads together, then their mouths, tugging gently on Steve's lower lip.
His hands grow impatient, shifting to drag rough fingertips across Steve's sides and stomach, pulling at his shoulders to get him to lean up into Bucky. He wants more, though he doesn't know of what or how much. Steve treats him like he deserves all this and, if only for the night, he wants to feel like he does. He doesn't know what to do or where the lines are, but Steve does and Bucky will soon, too.]
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Steve says it fondly, like it's a good thing, but Bucky doesn't remember ever doing this before. He realizes pretty quickly that he's referring to the last time he'd been in Wonderland. Him, but not him, the different version of himself that Steve had fallen in love with. Bucky doesn't know if it should bother him, but he kind of thinks of it like everything else - just because he doesn't remember it happening, doesn't mean that it didn't.
He'd be insecure if it weren't for Steve handles it all. Bucky's not a replacement, just older and different, but still him. He doesn't like not knowing how Steve wants to be touched or kissed, or being so far behind when it comes to any of this, but they're working through things one at a time and he'd always thought love would be something like this.
Breathing gets a little difficult as fingers drag down both arms, his metal arm only sensitive in a detached kind of way, but as he lets his eyes fall shut he can almost feel it. Warmth and pressure, Steve's hands carving out insecurities with each pass.]
Yeah, me too.
[Bucky cups the side of Steve's face, pausing just to look at him, cement in his mind Steve's expression and the color of his eyes, the pink of his kiss bitten lips. He leans in to press their foreheads together, then their mouths, tugging gently on Steve's lower lip.
His hands grow impatient, shifting to drag rough fingertips across Steve's sides and stomach, pulling at his shoulders to get him to lean up into Bucky. He wants more, though he doesn't know of what or how much. Steve treats him like he deserves all this and, if only for the night, he wants to feel like he does. He doesn't know what to do or where the lines are, but Steve does and Bucky will soon, too.]