Bucky finds himself holding his breath as Steve mulls it over. It’s an offer that can be anything, honestly. However Steve wants this to go. Hell. Bucky’ll even be just peachy-keen sitting here with him, stealing the minutes that Captain America normally can’t spare.; Steve didn’t run for the hills after that kiss. He’ll take it.
His shoulders slump a little with relief when Steve leans in and plants a soft peck on the lips in answer. Wordlessly, Bucky nods. Steve’s not leaving, he just needs a minute to…deal with the GIs outside? Bucky’s teeth sink into his lip, worry flitting across his face. Jesus, how loud were they talking? What if the fellas heard? Bucky stares at the broad span of Steve’s back blocking his view, but Steve’s actually making use of his bulk now to block the guys from staring into the room.
The worry fades just a little when Steve locks the door and turns back to the bed. It fades even further, diving into relief when Steve decides he’d really like to make himself comfy for the night; shoes kicked off and coat left on a chair. Bucky kicks the sheets off him and makes room for Steve, sliding his legs under him and slinging his arm around his waist as Steve settles back next to him with a creak of bed springs that Bucky’s gonna pray aren’t going through the walls.
Bucky sucks his head and sighs. “Yeah, I know. No way they’d give you one, but me on the other hand…”
Like Captain America was gonna get caught in funny business, and if he was, no way they’d make a show or punish him. But anyone else? No way Bucky wouldn’t get a blue ticket and an dishonorable discharge.
Grey eyes find Steve’s as he looks up at him, while Bucky’s hand curls over Steve’s, palm pressed to the line of knuckles as he gives his hand a squeeze and bumps his shoulder into his side as he lowers his voice even more, just in case. “I know, this stupid, it’s dangerous. But I told you, I’ve been thinking things over lately,” and it’s not like he’s gonna make it past the war, so….
(Bucky keeps his trap shut on that one.)
He goes on. “I’m damn sure. If not now, when? Watching more moments passing us by?”
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His shoulders slump a little with relief when Steve leans in and plants a soft peck on the lips in answer. Wordlessly, Bucky nods. Steve’s not leaving, he just needs a minute to…deal with the GIs outside? Bucky’s teeth sink into his lip, worry flitting across his face. Jesus, how loud were they talking? What if the fellas heard? Bucky stares at the broad span of Steve’s back blocking his view, but Steve’s actually making use of his bulk now to block the guys from staring into the room.
The worry fades just a little when Steve locks the door and turns back to the bed. It fades even further, diving into relief when Steve decides he’d really like to make himself comfy for the night; shoes kicked off and coat left on a chair. Bucky kicks the sheets off him and makes room for Steve, sliding his legs under him and slinging his arm around his waist as Steve settles back next to him with a creak of bed springs that Bucky’s gonna pray aren’t going through the walls.
Bucky sucks his head and sighs. “Yeah, I know. No way they’d give you one, but me on the other hand…”
Like Captain America was gonna get caught in funny business, and if he was, no way they’d make a show or punish him. But anyone else? No way Bucky wouldn’t get a blue ticket and an dishonorable discharge.
Grey eyes find Steve’s as he looks up at him, while Bucky’s hand curls over Steve’s, palm pressed to the line of knuckles as he gives his hand a squeeze and bumps his shoulder into his side as he lowers his voice even more, just in case. “I know, this stupid, it’s dangerous. But I told you, I’ve been thinking things over lately,” and it’s not like he’s gonna make it past the war, so….
(Bucky keeps his trap shut on that one.)
He goes on. “I’m damn sure. If not now, when? Watching more moments passing us by?”