( ah, jesus christ. he couldn't even tell you when the last time was he'd gotten to wake up to this, to a beautiful woman stretching herself luxuriantly beside him, her whole body sprawling out in that flex of muscle and bare skin, that little noise in the back of her throat. it's a hell of a sight. when she shifts her weight slightly off his arm, his hand flexes, clenches into a fist, releases, trying to spur the bloodflow back. while he's still numb, he runs a fingertip down the line of her bare arm, thoughtful and contemplative.
karen's skin is warm from the covers and their shared body heat, almost like there's a radiant sun buried beneath her flesh, the warmth of a summer's day beside him. when his gaze moves up to her face — their faces are far too close to each other on those pillows, he's not used to peering at someone so near and within his personal space — his mouth settles into a smile. it transforms bucky's face from its habitual stony glower, makes him seem suddenly years younger, more carefree. )
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karen's skin is warm from the covers and their shared body heat, almost like there's a radiant sun buried beneath her flesh, the warmth of a summer's day beside him. when his gaze moves up to her face — their faces are far too close to each other on those pillows, he's not used to peering at someone so near and within his personal space — his mouth settles into a smile. it transforms bucky's face from its habitual stony glower, makes him seem suddenly years younger, more carefree. )
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