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You've reached Sarah Wilson and Wilson Family Seafood, I'm probably out fixing the boat, or trying to get the boys to school, or packing up the catch for the market or about a thousand other things so I can't pick up the phone right now. So leave me a message and I'll get back to you when I can.

Date: 2021-11-29 02:12 pm (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2021-11-30 03:49 pm (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2021-12-01 05:01 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2021-12-04 07:15 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2021-12-05 03:14 pm (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2021-12-06 04:29 am (UTC)
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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.]

Date: 2021-12-10 01:59 pm (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2021-12-12 02:15 pm (UTC)
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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.]

Date: 2021-12-13 03:20 pm (UTC)
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[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.

Date: 2021-12-17 05:20 pm (UTC)
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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.]

Date: 2021-12-18 02:18 pm (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2021-12-20 05:26 pm (UTC)
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[No there's clearly quite a lot of rubbing going on and before long she has him panting breathlessly and making desperate little whines and moans as the shower pours right over them. He reluctantly lets go of her so he can grope around to turn the tap off.

They're dripping wet but still warm when Bucky tries to walk them a couple steps to the shower wall. He doesn't pin her back to it, knowing it'll be cold, but he doesn't give her much room either, his hand gripping in her hair and scratching the nape of her neck lightly.]


--yes. [Good, yes. Nice, yes. Hot, also yes. He gently nips on her lower lip and bites softly, tugging gently and playfully before he re-engages in a hungry, long and slow kiss.]

I'm-- [He breaks the kiss, steals another chaste one, and his voice cracks a bit from the urgency with which he's rubbing his hands over the outside of her legs.] Just relax, okay. [She might panic if he picks her up and pins his palms to the wall while he fucks her brains out. Getting decked or elbowed is always awkward when you're trying to have sex. So he starts off slow, slipping his arm under one leg and pressing in close enough to rub the hard-on she's given him between her legs. He isn't patient enough to tease for too long before he's trying to push in between her wet folds as deep as he can go in their current configuration, and her encouragement isn't helping with his self-restraint much.

Maybe it's a little greedy but he's got eighty years of lost time to make up for and it's not as if she isn't keen, either.]

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