Steve melts against his touch like a dream come true. Bucky’s smiling as he presses into the kiss, savoring the taste of Steve’s mouth and the coarse hair against his palms as he cups Steve’s jaw. It’s when they part (but just barely), that Bucky husks out a low laugh against Steve’s lips.
“What a world, huh? Jealous of yourself.” Bucky nuzzles against his cheek, draping his arms along Steve’s waist and holding him close, heart aching at the misery half sitting in Steve’s voice. The world’s done a number to this version of Steve, and Bucky’s got no clue how to fix it. What Bucky can do in that moment is make sure Steve doesn’t go for a second without a reminder that Bucky’s right there with him. His hands roam unhurriedly along Steve’s body, while he presses soft kisses down the hollow behind his ear down along the thrum of his pulse, before they come together once again in a fierce kiss like they’re gonna imprint this moment no matter what happens.
If there’s anything Bucky’s learned on the front, it’s that good things don’t last long. Whatever good you found, you held onto it as tight as you could, ‘cause it could get taken the next moment. And something in Bucky’s gut knows this can’t last forever; two times crashed together in a way they were never meant to be. After all, there’s the fight back home. Steve and the Commandos. His family. And death waiting for him before the War’s one…and what if him being taken out is the only thing that saves Steve or the boys?
The Steve back home is somehow still (mostly) an optimist. Now Bucky, he’s not a pessimist. Just realistic. And the bill’s gotta come due somehow, right?
“Maybe something we both need to hear. But… I will. Promise,” Bucky whispers. Especially when his own days are numbered. Bucky nudges Steve, and rolls them over, sheets rustling, perched with his thighs framing Steve’s lap as he leans down over him. “And until then, maybe you can show me all the fun stuff the serum can do.”
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Date: 2022-06-03 03:32 am (UTC)“What a world, huh? Jealous of yourself.” Bucky nuzzles against his cheek, draping his arms along Steve’s waist and holding him close, heart aching at the misery half sitting in Steve’s voice. The world’s done a number to this version of Steve, and Bucky’s got no clue how to fix it. What Bucky can do in that moment is make sure Steve doesn’t go for a second without a reminder that Bucky’s right there with him. His hands roam unhurriedly along Steve’s body, while he presses soft kisses down the hollow behind his ear down along the thrum of his pulse, before they come together once again in a fierce kiss like they’re gonna imprint this moment no matter what happens.
If there’s anything Bucky’s learned on the front, it’s that good things don’t last long. Whatever good you found, you held onto it as tight as you could, ‘cause it could get taken the next moment. And something in Bucky’s gut knows this can’t last forever; two times crashed together in a way they were never meant to be. After all, there’s the fight back home. Steve and the Commandos. His family. And death waiting for him before the War’s one…and what if him being taken out is the only thing that saves Steve or the boys?
The Steve back home is somehow still (mostly) an optimist. Now Bucky, he’s not a pessimist. Just realistic. And the bill’s gotta come due somehow, right?
“Maybe something we both need to hear. But… I will. Promise,” Bucky whispers. Especially when his own days are numbered. Bucky nudges Steve, and rolls them over, sheets rustling, perched with his thighs framing Steve’s lap as he leans down over him. “And until then, maybe you can show me all the fun stuff the serum can do.”