[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 — 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 heΒ 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 this— whatever it is. ]
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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 — 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 heΒ 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 this— whatever it is. ]