[It's unfair almost, how well Steve seems to be able to read him. That's supposed to be Bucky's thing! But he's not even really complaining because it's just so nice to linger together, warm and soft and happy and leaning into Steve, learning what he likes and delighting in how Steve's learning him as well. So much that they know about each other already and this is new and more than a little exciting. His smile curves long Steve's skin, a precursor to pressing a lingering kiss to the spot — just out of happiness, just because he can. It's nice.]

Then I guess I'm just gonna have to keep challenging you, aren't I?

[Which is just a part of who they are, really. The fact that they're exploring intimacy doesn't change that very basic tenant of their friendship.

Turning into those soft caresses, Bucky presses a kiss to the palm of Steve's hand before turning eyes on him once again. And the idea those words spark is wild, it's crazy, it's—]

Let's do it then. Stay a week — stay longer than a week. Let's just... explore each other. Figure this thing out.

[Sexually, platonically, and everything in between. Every shade and nuance of what they've become, every memory pieced together from their past and laid against their present, every way their new bodies fit together. It's worth exploring and it's worth doing together. And a week away from the world (barring the world falling apart)? That's definitely something Bucky wants to explore.]