Which means I am gonna force you to rewatch it someday, by the way. It's genuinely one of my favourites.
[ #priorities, Bucky!! But even he seems to acknowledge it a moment later, his grin turning self-conscious, knowing β the movie, for all that it's a fave, ranks somewhere pretty far low on the list of considerations from last night.
Which. Speaking of. ]
But yeah, we did get, uh, pretty distracted.
[ He still doesn't know how to say it, so maybe this will say it for him. He carefully sets his coffee aside on her endtable, and then scoots closer on the bed in order to lean in and catch Daisy's mouth in another kiss, trying not to knock over her own coffee cup in doing so. Stealing a moment, before the doctor walks in again or the plane lands or HYDRA attacks again or the day just marches relentlessly onwards and he loses his opportunity or his nerve. ]
[Daisy teases, her smile growing as her stomach flutters in excitement. They're making plans to see each other again, so clearly she's not the only one who feels something here.
He only furthers prove that when, suddenly, he's scooting closer to her. Heart hammering in her chest, Daisy's eyes fall to his lips just before he leans in. Cup of coffee resting against her lap, Daisy reaches up with her free hand to cup the side of his face, smiling against his lips before she kisses him back.
Coffee breath be damned.
Daisy pulls back for a minute, realizing she's still holding onto the cup and reaches over to place hers next to his own.]
Really don't want either of us to get burned.
[Daisy says, her face flushed as she laughs before leaning into kiss him again.]
[ She hadn't intended it, but those words hold a meaning on so many levels even beyond the coffee.
Really don't want either of us to get burned. They could both be hurt so easily by this β unaccustomed to romantic relationships, to vulnerability, to placing your heart in someone else's hands, to risking this with each other after their respective wounds. He hadn't dated seriously even back in the old days, before the war. He'd been more carefree and that had meant no commitments, just glancing fleeting entanglements.
Now, today, everything came with strings and with baggage. A kiss means more. Means unbricking those longstanding impenetrable walls.
But Bucky doesn't want to think about it. Can't even begin to define what this newfound possibility is between them. Don't want either of us to get burned. So he avoids the two cups of coffee they'd set on the table, and he kisses her, and Daisy leans back into him, and together they can start to fall into thisβ whatever it is. ]
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[ #priorities, Bucky!! But even he seems to acknowledge it a moment later, his grin turning self-conscious, knowing β the movie, for all that it's a fave, ranks somewhere pretty far low on the list of considerations from last night.
Which. Speaking of. ]
But yeah, we did get, uh, pretty distracted.
[ He still doesn't know how to say it, so maybe this will say it for him. He carefully sets his coffee aside on her endtable, and then scoots closer on the bed in order to lean in and catch Daisy's mouth in another kiss, trying not to knock over her own coffee cup in doing so. Stealing a moment, before the doctor walks in again or the plane lands or HYDRA attacks again or the day just marches relentlessly onwards and he loses his opportunity or his nerve. ]
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[Daisy teases, her smile growing as her stomach flutters in excitement. They're making plans to see each other again, so clearly she's not the only one who feels something here.
He only furthers prove that when, suddenly, he's scooting closer to her. Heart hammering in her chest, Daisy's eyes fall to his lips just before he leans in. Cup of coffee resting against her lap, Daisy reaches up with her free hand to cup the side of his face, smiling against his lips before she kisses him back.
Coffee breath be damned.
Daisy pulls back for a minute, realizing she's still holding onto the cup and reaches over to place hers next to his own.]
Really don't want either of us to get burned.
[Daisy says, her face flushed as she laughs before leaning into kiss him again.]
poss a wrap? β€οΈ
[ She hadn't intended it, but those words hold a meaning on so many levels even beyond the coffee.
Really don't want either of us to get burned. They could both be hurt so easily by this β unaccustomed to romantic relationships, to vulnerability, to placing your heart in someone else's hands, to risking this with each other after their respective wounds. He hadn't dated seriously even back in the old days, before the war. He'd been more carefree and that had meant no commitments, just glancing fleeting entanglements.
Now, today, everything came with strings and with baggage. A kiss means more. Means unbricking those longstanding impenetrable walls.
But Bucky doesn't want to think about it. Can't even begin to define what this newfound possibility is between them. Don't want either of us to get burned. So he avoids the two cups of coffee they'd set on the table, and he kisses her, and Daisy leans back into him, and together they can start to fall into thisβ whatever it is. ]