Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[endsinafight]

[Bucky exhales slowly, more grateful than Steve realizes for his easy forgiveness. It had been the only time he'd ever voluntarily left Steve's side. He turns his head and presses a kiss to the other man's cheek.]

I won't. You're stuck with me now. End of the line, right?

[He draws back to look at Steve, eyes filled with promise.]

You and me.

...I'm sorry I'm a troll.

[stillcantdance]

[Steve swallows, and it's his turn for a tight chest. The phrase has a different meaning for him now, after the helicarrier--not just the you don't have to do it alone it was originally, or even the definition he gave it when he told the Winter Soldier to finish his mission. It's what brought Bucky back, what made him remember, or begin to remember. What got through.

He'll never forget the anguished, tortured expression on Bucky's face in that moment. Never.

But the sweeter, promise-filled look Steve is getting now helps.

Steve leans in again and kisses him, still slow and a little uncertain, not because he isn't sure but because it's impossible now not to be aware of what a big step this is, and how irrevocable.

...and only a few seconds after their mouths meet, just as he's relaxing into it again, the music changes. It's not heavy metal this time; it's "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas, who Steve has never heard of, but it only takes a few measures for him to groan and bury his face in Bucky's shoulder.]

Remind me never to ask Shuri for help ever again.

Trolling level: expert lmao

[endsinafight]

[He sees the look on Steve's face change and he pauses, holding his breath as he recalls the last time either of them had uttered that phrase. Oh. Oh. He looks down for a moment, closing his eyes and about to apologize again -- for different reasons this time -- when Steve kisses him again, soft and sweet, slower than before.

He shifts his hand to rest on the side of Steve's neck as he returns the kiss -- which quickly gets interrupted by -- weird sounding music and panting?

...and a woman singing about a hump.

What.

He can't help but laugh.]

I gotta figure out how to get some of this off here.

I CAN'T HELP IT I'M SORRY the milkshake song is on there somewhere too.

[stillcantdance]

Fast. Top priority. Hang on--

[He reaches over (not disengaging himself from Bucky) and grabs the ipod, presses the track skip button a few times until he finds something they know. "Only Forever", Bing Crosby. Yeah, that'll do nicely. That song was everywhere in 1940, you couldn't get away from it. Back then he'd found it more painful than anything else, but it fits this moment. A lot better than the last number, that's for sure.]

Right.

[He leans back into their hold, places a hand back on Bucky's face and kisses him again, this time with conviction, and when he breaks it off it's deliberate, so he can look right in his face.]

Now, before something else happens: yes, you and me, to the end of the line. Yes I've known for a while, yes I'd love to have a place here with you, yes everything. And above all, yes, we're going to program this damn thing so it only plays the things we want.

Maybe Anaconda by Nicki Minaj? :P

[endsinafight]

Definitely. There's a lot about the 21st century I kinda like, but the music definitely ain't what it used to be.

[He hooks his arm around Steve's neck to hold onto him while the other changes the music again. He and Shuri are definitely going to have to have a conversation about what actual music is, and it's a tossup as to whether she liked said music they kept having to skip or if she'd just been trolling them. Probably the latter.

All thoughts pause when Steve kisses him again, though, and he returns it just as intently, holding his breath when Steve starts answering all the unspoken questions. He can't help the smile that stretches across his face, can't help the hint of actual goddamned giddiness it makes him feel.]

Guess I might have to be taking her up on her offer of a new arm.

Definitely. And a lot of Wakandan music, of course.

[stillcantdance]

[This time Steve has a chance to beam back, some of that giddiness flowing over to him. They'll talk about all the serious things more too--he'd like to--but for the moment he's happy to just be grateful. And thrilled, and amazed, and all the good things.]

You don't have to, not for me. Though I guess it would make dancing easier. Not that we're doing much of that.

[Have they done any, or has it just been an extended, musical sort of hug? Though he did warn Buck that he's never learned to dance.]

Of course lol

[endsinafight]

[Having a functional left arm would certainly make life a lot easier in some ways, even if it was painful physically. He has a pretty high pain tolerance, at least. The usefulness would outweigh the pain.]

Would make the dancing easier, but also construction. Cooking. Lotta other stuff.

[He smiles and leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Steve's mouth.]

[stillcantdance]

If I move in, will you cook for me?

[Could he stop Bucky from cooking for him is a better question, and they both know it, and Steve's grinning about that when Bucky kisses the side of his mouth. And then it's so easy to just turn his head again and do it properly, again.]

[endsinafight]

[He smirks at the question, pinching Steve just under his rib cage.]

If you're lucky maybe.

[Bucky's eyes close when Steve turns his head and kisses him again, moving his arm to slide up against the other man's back to keep him close.]

[stillcantdance]

I'm already lucky.

[He only barely manages the words before their mouths find each other again, proving his point. The arm he's got around Bucky's waist pulls him in closer, harder. Even if the music changes to something dreadful again, he's not letting go this time.]

[endsinafight]

[A couple hours later finds him at the stove, stirring the stew that he'd planned for a bit later, but his stomach is already growling, like it thinks he's run a marathon. Music is still playing quietly as he works, moving to the fridge and pulling out the fixings for sandwiches to go along with the soup.

He glances to where Steve is sitting at the table and he smiles a little.]

Wanna cut up some tomatoes for the sandwiches?

[He could do it, but it would be messy. Most vegetables aren't quite as mushy as tomatoes and since he only has one hand at the moment, it's easier to ask for help than to try it himself.]