[ Bucky goes still and quiet at first: not pulling away or stopping her, but he's a deer in the headlights, frozen, ready to bolt. In a way, he's still waiting to see if he'll bolt. It still takes a few seconds after Daisy's lips meet his, a moment of hesitation, before he seems to react and kisses her back, long-dormant instincts finally humming back to life after eighty years (eighty years) gone to rust. He leans in and curls his right arm around her where she's finally closed the distance; tries to remember how his mouth works; worries for a second that he literally won't know how to do it; but then he eventually realises that it is, in fact, like riding a bike, and he does remember how to balance this delicate pressure of lips and tongues and teeth and his mouth against hers.
...And his elbow jolts, accidentally knocking over the bowl and spraying popcorn all over both of them, breaking the kiss. ]
Ah, shit—
[ He curses, looks embarrassed, brushes a few pieces of popcorn out of her hair; but then a laugh finally breaks through and his face lights up, and Bucky leans in and kisses her again, and again, movie forgotten. ]
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...And his elbow jolts, accidentally knocking over the bowl and spraying popcorn all over both of them, breaking the kiss. ]
Ah, shit—
[ He curses, looks embarrassed, brushes a few pieces of popcorn out of her hair; but then a laugh finally breaks through and his face lights up, and Bucky leans in and kisses her again, and again, movie forgotten. ]