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[Yeah, he's really selling it hard, he knows. He snickers and squirms a bit while lying next to her again, finding a comfortable proximity and a space for his left arm to tuck into while he drapes his right arm over her. It's a little odd for him, finding comfort in holding and being held after so long of being anxious when people so much as get within touching distance. He's still worried about mid-sleep disturbances, but he's visibly relaxed now, settled in with half-lidded eyes slowly fluttering close just listening to her breathe.]

It's settled then. You're coming along... [Muttered quietly with his eyes still closed, brushing his thumb over her hip in a slow rub that's a sure warning sign that he's falling asleep. Not so much a date, if the mosquitoes are coming along - and the two boys, the fireflies, and any other insects planning on joining them - but with Bucky it's easier to just do things than to try and use words or figure this kind of complicated stuff out. He'll save the brooding over what exactly they're doing or what it all means and all the rest of it for much further down the road. He can kick cans pretty far if he puts his mind to it.]

I guess I'm going then.[ She had to chuckle at that, he just proclaimed it to be so, so what else could she say? What else would she want to say? ] But I'm getting some kind of comfortable mattress thing to sleep on because I don't care for rocks in my back.

No bad dreams for you tonight.[ She leaned her head in close to whisper to his temple. ] Hear me dreams? I got him and you have to go through me to get him. [ She pressed a soft kiss to his temple and settled in easing down and letting her eyes close. Her body felt deliciously tired and with the sort of sore she loved to feel again. She could already tell she'd sleep heavy and well with his warmth in her bed. ]

[Yeah, she's probably going to feel this in the morning too. Rocks in her back would be the least of her worries if they decided to do anything more than make out like teenagers in a tent - and they'd have to be real quiet about it too. But he just makes one of those 'probably agreeing to her request' type of hum-grunts (not to be confused with that 'whatever you say' scoff-grunt or the classic 'leave me alone' growl-grunt even though sometimes they sound very similar) and slowly his hand trails down the length of her arm as he unconsciously gravitates even closer towards her.

He'd like to believe it was so simple to ward away the nightmares. To be fair though, he's never had someone try to protect him from them before. Not the way she's promising to. It brings a twinge of a small smile to his lips and he gives her hand a wordless light squeeze.

Whether she's got the secret to dreamless sleeps or whether she wore him out enough to do the trick, he'll just have to spend the next few weeks figuring out, especially after he wakes up in her unfamiliar room and somehow doesn't have a panic about where he's been sent, to do what, and how much time he might have lost.]

She's not one to get wild and freaky with her kids in the same tent or near enough that they could hear everything. She'd feel weird about it. Hell her husband passed when both of the boys were still young enough that it hadn't been an issue really. But now she'd feel strange about it.

Still, there were lots of other things that could be done and kept ore quiet. She had good hands and a better mouth, if they decided they wanted to have some fun there were definitely ways. It shocked her that she was already actually thinking about plans with him, with them all together. She'd never done that in all the years she had been widowed.

Sarah had dated off and on but it had just been... weird. She didn't like the bar scene to meet someone, and online was just some kind of trash fire more often than not. This was so easy it almost scared her, she was just falling into it as she belonged there. It didn't linger on her mind for too long before she drifted off to sleep.

She woke with warm sunshine creeping across the bed and warming the blanket over her toes. She gave a delicious stretch and oh yes there was another body in her bed and responsible for the lingering ache in her thighs. Sarah grinned and rolled to the side to look at him.

Mornin', you want some coffee? [ She moved to start getting out of bed already running through ingredients for breakfast. ]

[Despite not having spent much time in here at all, Bucky knows where he is. Who he's with. He might not know what time or day it is but he knows they're both safe and most likely alone and that's ultimately what matters.

His idea of a morning usually involves lying tangled up in sheets sticking to his skin for too long, closing his eyes and contemplating whether he should bother getting out of bed - is it Dr. Raynor day? Otherwise, should he even bother with the whole day or just lie there alone with his demons and his unsettling discontent?

Clearly that's not her idea of a morning and in an attempt to appear in as good of a headspace as he claims to be, he puts in the effort to roll over with a long, reluctant groan and try to encourage Sarah to come back into bed with an outstretched hand.]

Coffee can wait until 11, can't it? [Nothing says 'come baaack' like a bit of flailing and clawing at thin air.]

[ She laughed but it was cut off midway through for a yawn. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand, a little after eight. She could afford to relax a little while longer she supposed. ] I suppose it can wait a while.

[ Taking a day off wasn't her usual or a late day as it was in this case. But the boys weren't here to need breakfast and she could let herself relax some and enjoy the novelty of someone in her bed.

Her mornings were usually a hustle and bustle of activity, get the boys up and ready for school, make lunches for them and whoever else might need them. Get those things squared away and done before heading to the boat for a day's catch. It felt almost a little naughty to be just laying there and indulging, but that might have been what gave her the smile she had when she snuggled back down into place under the covers.

She wasn't tired really, but she took the time to look at him, hair mussed from sleep and face without the worry lines he carried during the day. God, it made him look so much younger. Seeing him like this made it hard to remember who he was under it all and how long he'd been around.

Eventually, she'd need to get up, use the restroom and brush her teeth from the cottonmouth of drinking that she'd woken with. The task for the day was to drink lots of water. She was mildly amazed she didn't have a hangover but assumed the activity of the previous night might have burned through some of the booze and actually helped with that. ]

But we're going to wake up eventually. [ She reminded him. ]

[He's a bad influence on her, clearly, and she probably knows it. It would be different if the boys around - they can't go to school hungry and Bucky would have even offered to go with them, answer their million questions on the way there. But if it's just the two of them, he's definitely going to try and get her to slow down, take it easy for one morning.]

Yes ma'am. [He shifts his head in the pillow again, half his face buried in the pillowcase, and cracks a smile at her. He couldn't recall having a nightmare and she isn't looking at him terrified, or bruised, so it must have been an uneventful night. That happens to be the best kind, in his book, and he'll take his small wins wherever he can find them.

He lifts the covers using the back of his arm, making sure she's settled in again properly before lowering the sheets back down over her. They're most definitely not cuddling. She ain't got time for that, and he's too aloof to indulge in something like that, but he's definitely close enough to tuck his head in close against her chest and just listen to her breathe.]

Are you okay? [Bucky probably means to ask something more like are we okay, but that can probably wait.]

[ He slept like a rock as far as she knew, he didn't wake her and she slept well enough to not get up for anything minor. But the appeal of a warm bed and warmer bed partner was too tempting to turn down.

She saw the grin and matched it with her own, she liked seeing him smile. Sarah stroked fingers idly up and down his arm. ]

I'm ok, you? [ The question struck her as strange but it was something he felt the need to ask so she wanted to make sure he was too. ]

Yeah. Yeah I'm-- actually good. [He doesn't expect her to know that he hasn't been good in a while. Or at least, he always says he's good regardless of how he feels. Right now though, he's a kind of honest and vulnerable with her that would almost be borderline uncomfortable if he didn't... like her so much.]

This is nice. [A quiet admission that he turns a little bit to confess to the ceiling to. He lets her keep his arm because her light touches are equally nice, if not nicer.

He feels like she would regret taking him up on the offer if he made breakfast, but he does want to do something for her other than encouraging her in these loathsome, bad habits of rolling around in bed all day having a proper lazy morning.]

I'm not a good cook, but. I should help you in the kitchen.

Good is... good. [ She didn't have to know the details to know Bucky was haunted, Sam had told her enough and she'd seen how he slept in the past, or more accurately how he didn't. Though he'd seemed to be starting to relax more when he was around the house and the kids. ]

[ Sarah made a sound of agreement allowing herself to relax into an easy rest. He started it now he had to deal with the fact that she was going to take advantage of it. ]

You can help, might even learn something. The biscuits take work but they are worth the effort. [ The gravy was just standard, for someone who had been making it for years anyway. She'd made this countless times since she was a girl, but it would be interesting teaching him. ]

[This old dog might even surprise her with a couple new tricks. You never know. He lifts his head a bit even though he can't see her properly from that proximity and that angle, and then he settles back down again. His hand keeps an idle, aimless sort of stroking, fingertips caressing the lower part of her arm before moving towards the outside of her leg.]

Where'd you learn to make biscuits anyway? Old family recipe? [He's had plenty of great biscuits during his time and plenty of dry, brittle, forgettable ones too. Like anything else, he imagines it's easy enough to make a passable one, but to make a good one that's soft and flaky and buttery, she's going to have to give him orders and be strict about him not fooling around with the dough.]

I eat out a lot. [Which means that sometimes he doesn't eat at all. If it wasn't for Sam checking in on him every once in a while and some of his routines, he'd probably go for days without even leaving the apartment.

Anyway, cooking for one is a chore, even if he could do it well.] Maybe you'll wean me off pizza three times a week. [He cracks a smile and ducks his head again, nestling in close.]

[ She nodded, enjoying the feel of his touch across her skin. God, it had been a long damn time since she'd felt that especially in a quiet moment like this. ] I learned from Grann, I used to help her cook sometimes. Especially Sundays when we'd get everyone together.

[ Those were good memories, Grann and Grampe passed when she was young, her parents after Sam had enlisted. It was just her for a while. Probably why she had no problem rushing into marriage and it wasn't a bad decision for her, he was a good man. And she got two beautiful boys. There was just so much that she'd lost and it might seem silly that she missed the loud house full of talk on Sundays.

So that settled it, she was going to turn up the music and make breakfast for them. Whenever they decided to get out of bed. ]

You know that's no way to live, right? You need better food than what usual take-out is. [ He'd probably wind up going home with a care package of food. ]

Hey, you sleep ok? I don't think you woke me up at all.

[He can only imagine the roar of life that the walls would have tried to contain when the whole family was around back then. He's never had a big family of his own to contend with, but the thought of it was always nice. It was something worth fighting for other people to have. Made everything worthwhile.]

Cooking for yourself feels like a hassle. [It's an excuse, he knows. It certainly doesn't help that he lives in a place where he can get takeout anywhere anytime he likes - theoretically, anyway.]

Maybe you're right. Maybe I haven't really been living. [She hasn't yet met his therapist but if Sarah can talk some sense into Bucky, they might just turn out to be good allies.]

I slept okay though. [That's the first step to living, maybe. Or at least it's the first step to normalcy. The kind of uneventful sleep that most people probably take for granted.] Sometimes I... don't. [He doubts she wants to hear all about it so he just idly plucks at a bit of loose thread in the blanket before sliding his hand back to rubbing her leg again.]

Must have been something you said. [He looks up at her again with a teasing little smile.]

Or maybe you just got some real good exercise before falling asleep. [ She snickered, because clearly a woman as mature as Sarah Wilson would never giggle like a teenager.

But she was smiling when that little bubble of mirth finally ended and she looked at him. No fear, nor reservation, there was nothing in her eyes that said she was holding back or afraid. Whatever this was, and not feeling the need to stick labels on it maybe helped, she was all in for it. ]

You should come down more often though, get some real food, spend time with people who don't want to fight you or make you fight. I think it'd be good for you. [ She really did too. She thought that for Sam as well but that was more like talking to a brick wall. Eventually, he'd figure things out but he had his hands full right now with the changes to his status. ]

You know the boys talk about you two at school? Mmhmm. You've made them pretty popular. Nephews of Captain America and friends with the, well they call you Bucky. We don't really use the title here much. [ The boys knew what they needed to know about his past and she was content to leave it at that. If he wanted to tell them more that was his story to share. ]

Mmm. 'Exercise.' [Is that what they're calling it? Don't mind Bucky indulging in an old little flareup of a playful streak then, as he wraps his arms around her and tries to roll her down onto her back, plant a kiss on her chest as he moves to get on all fours, admiring her from above. He doesn't spend a lot of time looking at anyone up close.]

Yeah. I should... start doing things that are good for me. [He's not sure he'll ever be free from the fight. At the end of the day he's an acquired government asset. Whatever anyone says about him going back to the civilian life and finding something workable during peace time and all that, he knows will be short-lived until the next major incident.

But there's no fight right now. And the people here are nice, welcoming. Sarah is... ...well. Nice and welcoming also. He could have a Wakanda away from Wakanda, and it could be a place like this.]

They can call me whatever they like. I'd still take them to school and make them look cool. [Assuming their friends aren't scared of him, that is. He knows his own bad rep better than anyone else, but he's met with members of the local community before, and they should know he's just another of the Wilsons' family friends. He won't bring them any trouble. Knowing the kids though, there'd probably be dozens of them keen to try to yank his arm off.]

After you and I um... finish some unfinished business first, of course. [He dips in low for another kiss.] Like uh... breakfast. [Was that what they were talking about before? He forgot.]

[ Forgive the little laughing scream she made when he moved them. She was still laughing and smiling when she ended up looking up at him. A nod and her hands slid up his arms and continued on into his hair. ] You really should do more things that are good for you.

[ She already knew how the kids at school would react to him, and how proud A.J. and Cass would be thrilled to have him there. The boys adored him and had often talked about Bucky with that unreserved wonder and a little idol worship. Not that they weren't still boys but there was a little of that wow still happening. ]

[ She knew there was a different kind of wow with her as he bent in for another kiss and she lingered in it, fingers carding back through his hair. ] Mmmhmm breakfast. But I'm gonna want a shower first.

[He's no Captain America, or Iron Man, or any kind of idol they can put on lunchboxes and cereal packaging. He's not even all that interested in being one of those kinds of larger-than-life figures. That they think Bucky's cool enough to hang with them is more than enough for him.

He goes a little weak in the knees when her hand slips into his hair and a soft little moan gets muffled against her skin. No, this is a little dangerous. She might get him in the mood for more than just playful snuggles and rolling around in bed.]

Mmm yeah. Shower. Guess I should let you go. [He doesn't want to, but reluctantly he'll shuffle to the side so she can make her escape when she's ready to get up. She hasn't seen him having one of those days where he ends up sitting for hours on the shower floor, but today isn't likely to turn out that way if this morning is anything to go by.]

You could do that. [ Sarah nodded and stroked his cheek before sliding out of bed and stretching her back with a pop. ] Or you could come with me. Assuming your waterproof.

[ She smirked and shrugged letting him know that was his decision to make and he was welcome to make it either way. But she needed to get clean. Her morning rituals were quick and based on years of doing the same thing, teeth brushed, face scrubbed, hair covered and into the shower. One of the hazards of old houses was old plumbing, shed had to fix hers as much as she'd had to work on the boat but a few years back she had to splurge on a new water heater when the old one went out and she had never regretted it since.

She basked in the steamy water and soft scent of flowers and spice that made up her soap. The heat and spray of the shower worked wonders to loosen up her back and unknot the muscles and aches that came from her 'exercise' the previous evening. A pleasant reminder of how nice that had all been. ]

I'm not, really. I might shrink and short-circuit. And then you'll have to drag me out and throw me on top of last night's trash. [He's only joking of course. Tempting as it is to just stay in bed while she gets cleaned up, he lasts for a few minutes maybe just lying there listening to the water start to run, and then he pushes himself up with a groan.

Yeah he should probably grab a new toothbrush - find a space for it? Is this going to be A Thing? Or maybe just take it with him and not make it A Thing (not...yet? anyway) - shower, put last night's clothes on.

He gets as far as the brushing his teeth part, and then he kind of wants to join her in the shower. And if she lets him, he also kind of wants to give her a minty kiss while she's under the spray of the hot water. And did he mention that he also kind of wants to rub her hips and nuzzle a bit and not care about getting soap in his mouth?

He figures there'll be plenty of time later to keep his hands to himself and actually make himself useful instead of just piling the distractions on. Right now is a good time for those kind of-maybe-should spontaneous intimacies.]

[ It wasn't much of a surprise to hear the sink running and only slightly more surprising when he stepped into the shower with her. She welcomed him into the steam and heat with arms going around his shoulders.

A series of fresh, flavored kisses have him held close. Skin slippery with soap easy in the press and slide against each other.

She hoped this would be A Thing, waking up with him this morning, and falling asleep with him the previous night, had been wonderful. Further nights or days would be a precious addition. ]

This is nice.[ She sighed to both his touch and his mouth on her. ]

[Water rolling down his hair running down his face keeps his head bowed as he groans and takes his kisses nice and slow with her. By no conscious effort did his hands move, but they do end up gravitating lower and lower until he's grabbing and squeezing her ass, playfully nipping at her upper lip.

It's easy to forget they're in a small, confined area until his knee awkwardly hits the wall. The kissing stops abruptly and he laughs it off before dipping in close, kissing and sucking gently on a spot he's fixated on on the curve between her neck and shoulder.]

I'll let you out, after your fingers prune. [And not a moment before that. He's not done nuzzling and kissing and rubbing - although he should probably make those hands useful and at least put some soap on them. The thought occurs to him belatedly, but she's already smelling nice, and he's not sure which bottle to attack. Maybe he'll let her take the lead on that one, if she wants him to.]

Mmm. We should do it the other way around next time. [He steals a few more kisses and bumps his forehead against hers gently.] Have sex in the shower and... make out in bed.

God, I missed this. [ She managed between kisses, her head tipped back when he moved along her neck and shoulder making her shiver in all the best ways. ]

Fair warning then, you might get me going again. [ Her hands slid over him as well, around his back and up to his shoulders, back around and across his chest. She took a bar of soap mild and clean smelling and ran it over his chest and shoulders.

Strong fingers worked his shoulders and up along the back of his neck. Heat and steam aided to let her soothe his muscles as tense as they were even now when he was as relaxed as she'd ever seen him. ]

We could always try it that way and see how it goes. [ She grinned at him turning, them so he was more directly under the spray. ]

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.]

She's not rushing anything either, it's been a while for both of them and there was no reason at the present time to feel like this needed to be hurried. So instead she just kept working on him, though she did pause long enough to pour some body wash in her hands, it wasn't floral or fancy, just simple and clean smelling.

She lathered up his skin and suddenly things were not only hot and wet but also very slippery between them. Which was in her mind at least all sorts of interesting. Sarah used her body along with her hands on him the presence of soft curves against him and warm strong hands running over him adding soap to his skin.

Maybe every once and a while getting out of bed is overrated. [ She snickered and used her thumb along his jaw to draw his face up as they both seemed to get the same idea at the same time and leaned in for that kiss. Neither of them was pruned yet but she was quickly finding the shower a bit confining for the sort of movement things could lead to.

Still, that was a ways off, she just enjoyed the kiss and deepened it further. ]

[Oh no, she's right, getting each other going is definitely not one of their best ideas, especially now that they're both wet and slick and can't keep their hands off each other. He rubs his hands over her stomach and behind her back, fingers trailing up towards her shoulderblades and settling back down on her waist and hip.

She draws a low growl out of him as she kneads a stiff knot out of his back and rubs a foamy spread down over his scarred side.]

I think I'm rubbing off on you... [And he's pretty sure that makes him a bad influence. His grip tightens in her side and he pulls her flush against his body, grinding his hips eagerly against hers and not particularly caring when he gets soap in his mouth from biting kisses down the side of her neck.]

This is a... This is-- mmmh. [He's not sure if getting out of the shower is the right thing to do. Feels rather wrong at the moment. Maybe he's thinking too much with the wrong head though.]

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