[ He's still sprawled in her bed, and she's still far too close for his heartbeat to be anything but normal, and now Bucky's just looking at her. His expression a little wry, a little fond. He wonders what word she was about to say there before she cut herself off, and he can't help but have that instinctive little flicker of self-doubt — maybe he's a horrible kisser now! it's been long enough that he's not entirely sure! maybe she'll think it was a huge mistake!
But then again, she'd been the one to cross that line first, so maybe he really shouldn't question it this much. Instead: ]
That was nice, [ he says, filling in the blank. ] I'll even forgive you for not paying enough attention to one of my favourite movies.
[ But there's a quirk at the corner of his mouth — he's teasing — and he leans in just close enough to press another kiss to her jaw. ]
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But then again, she'd been the one to cross that line first, so maybe he really shouldn't question it this much. Instead: ]
That was nice, [ he says, filling in the blank. ] I'll even forgive you for not paying enough attention to one of my favourite movies.
[ But there's a quirk at the corner of his mouth — he's teasing — and he leans in just close enough to press another kiss to her jaw. ]