Being Captain America was like having someone rewrite his entire life. Steve Rogers was a story more than a real person. A person to pity and perhaps, for some, admire as the origin of a hero. The fact that Steve Rogers lived on didn't seem to make it into many comics or newspapers. That small, sickly man had died in public perception so that Captain America could save the world. But with Bucky, he lived on. And was just as much of a hellraiser as he'd ever been.
Steve's eyes go dark as he imagines the two of them sneaking in and out of the Ritz. They'd never even dared such a risk before. If they'd been caught before they would have need to sell everything they owned to just pay half the bill. But now when there is no real danger, the idea seems right up their alley. Steve shifts up Bucky's body and lowers his voice as he speaks close enough to have their lips touching.
"I like the idea of that. Those fat cats would have never allowed us to even get in the lobby before. Why should they get our money now? You and I have been sneaky enough out here. We could sneak our way in with the staff. Get a nice suite, if we're gonna be goin' through the effort. Those are more secluded anyway." His grin widens, devilish.
"We can see how long it takes for a noise complaint."
Yeah. That new fact of Bucky's is gonna burn a hole in his imagination until he's able to explore it more. For the moment though, Steve satisfies himself with a hard kiss and a roaming hand skirting back up Bucky's side, against the skin. When he pulls back it's hardly even far enough to stop sharing air.
"Whirlwind. Yeah. I think you're the man with the plan this time..."
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Date: 2022-07-18 02:01 am (UTC)Steve's eyes go dark as he imagines the two of them sneaking in and out of the Ritz. They'd never even dared such a risk before. If they'd been caught before they would have need to sell everything they owned to just pay half the bill. But now when there is no real danger, the idea seems right up their alley. Steve shifts up Bucky's body and lowers his voice as he speaks close enough to have their lips touching.
"I like the idea of that. Those fat cats would have never allowed us to even get in the lobby before. Why should they get our money now? You and I have been sneaky enough out here. We could sneak our way in with the staff. Get a nice suite, if we're gonna be goin' through the effort. Those are more secluded anyway." His grin widens, devilish.
"We can see how long it takes for a noise complaint."
Yeah. That new fact of Bucky's is gonna burn a hole in his imagination until he's able to explore it more. For the moment though, Steve satisfies himself with a hard kiss and a roaming hand skirting back up Bucky's side, against the skin. When he pulls back it's hardly even far enough to stop sharing air.
"Whirlwind. Yeah. I think you're the man with the plan this time..."