( she doesn't think to prod him into that anticipated invitation, not when she's carrying what she is tonight, not when she couldn't stay with him there with only half a story told. it's only once he pages up to her apartment and she, in turn, allows him in that it occurs to her the implication that might've laced itself within her message. and he'd have every right to have thoughts wander there, to teeth and flesh and heated breaths pattering against one another, mouth to mouth — maybe it was too much, too soon to expect he'd come for anything less. or was it anything more?
she doesn't know. he's not that way, bucky, but as it is, can she really say with any certainty at all that there's no part of her — even as fragmented as she is, here and now — that didn't hunger for him?
a familiar knock at the door, a moment and twin set of locks slipping from their watch, and the moment it's open and he's there before her, again, she suddenly feels a tinge of something childlike and vining for asking him over at such an hour — and yet, what's more... relief. )
Hi. ( a breath, faint as her smile, lips snared beneath her teeth as she steps aside to invite him in.
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she doesn't know. he's not that way, bucky, but as it is, can she really say with any certainty at all that there's no part of her — even as fragmented as she is, here and now — that didn't hunger for him?
a familiar knock at the door, a moment and twin set of locks slipping from their watch, and the moment it's open and he's there before her, again, she suddenly feels a tinge of something childlike and vining for asking him over at such an hour — and yet, what's more... relief. )
Hi. ( a breath, faint as her smile, lips snared beneath her teeth as she steps aside to invite him in.
always. )