( her lips against against that seam brings another fragile fluttering exhale out of him. bucky is unaccustomed to anyone getting close enough to press a lingering touch to that exact spot where flesh gives way to metal, let alone with a kiss, and so he realises — learns — that he's sensitive there, a shiver running down his spine at the contact. he lets himself sink backwards, sagging back against the headboard and drawing karen with him, still cradled in his arms as she slumps onto his chest. he breathes out again, the breath ruffling her sweat-damp hair. still sheathed inside her, but both of them evidently reluctant to move from their positions just yet.
bucky's used to being tired from combat, from running on fumes for hours on end, from brutal physical battle and running for his life, but he's not used to this kind of exhaustion: satisfied. pleasant. simply enjoying the weight of her sprawled over him, his thumb running absentminded circles against her hip. )
Second time's the charm,
( he eventually says, and if she cranes her head to look up, she'll be able to see that faint curve of a smile on his lips. )
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bucky's used to being tired from combat, from running on fumes for hours on end, from brutal physical battle and running for his life, but he's not used to this kind of exhaustion: satisfied. pleasant. simply enjoying the weight of her sprawled over him, his thumb running absentminded circles against her hip. )
Second time's the charm,
( he eventually says, and if she cranes her head to look up, she'll be able to see that faint curve of a smile on his lips. )