That's okay. [He'd be flattered, even. For once he doesn't seem so self-conscious about all his scars, letting her lavish his body with a kind of attention it's not used to receiving since they stopped poking needles and sticking scalpels into him.
He made an obscene noise when she started kneading a couple of knots out of his upper back. The pain isn't so pleasant but the relief that follows makes it worth enduring. It must be a sad and sorry sight, being so touch-starved and craving this, even though she might be in similar shoes.]
We'd never get out of bed. [And that's not a bad thing, to Bucky. They would just be trapped in this cycle between bed and shower, getting clean and getting dirty over and over again. His hands linger on her hips, and he keeps one eye shut as water drips from his hair and rolls down half his face. Yes he can feel the beginnings of a stirring of what he wants, but he's trying to take things slow, rubbing her sides up to where he's taking her hand and rocking his hips against hers in a slow and silent dance.
He's just checked by brushing his thumb over her fingers that they're not pruning yet. Plenty enough time to stroke her chin, cup the side of her face and kiss her again.]
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Date: 2021-12-17 05:20 pm (UTC)He made an obscene noise when she started kneading a couple of knots out of his upper back. The pain isn't so pleasant but the relief that follows makes it worth enduring. It must be a sad and sorry sight, being so touch-starved and craving this, even though she might be in similar shoes.]
We'd never get out of bed. [And that's not a bad thing, to Bucky. They would just be trapped in this cycle between bed and shower, getting clean and getting dirty over and over again. His hands linger on her hips, and he keeps one eye shut as water drips from his hair and rolls down half his face. Yes he can feel the beginnings of a stirring of what he wants, but he's trying to take things slow, rubbing her sides up to where he's taking her hand and rocking his hips against hers in a slow and silent dance.
He's just checked by brushing his thumb over her fingers that they're not pruning yet. Plenty enough time to stroke her chin, cup the side of her face and kiss her again.]