[Curled close, warm, happy, teasing. These are all things that make the night kind of perfect, and all things that Bucky won't trade for the entire world. Even the thread of challenge that ties them together feels comfortable, something that's warm and happy and filled with lazy possibility — something they can act on when they're ready to move yet something that can wait because there's no rush. For once in their lives, they can wait.
It's a comfortable feeling and goes perfectly with the warmth that is their bodies pressed together.
Bucky's mouth crooks into a smile. Their Brooklyn apartment was the worst, small and cramped and too cold in the winter, too hot in the summer. But it had been theirs, and that's all that had mattered.]
I just might be asking you to do that now, pal.
[Not that their lives will make it easy, and there's no guarantee that they'll see the inside of the apartment as much as they could be out and about doing what they need to do. But why not? It wouldn't be the first time they lived together, and Bucky thinks he adores the idea of sharing their space on a more regular basis.]
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It's a comfortable feeling and goes perfectly with the warmth that is their bodies pressed together.
Bucky's mouth crooks into a smile. Their Brooklyn apartment was the worst, small and cramped and too cold in the winter, too hot in the summer. But it had been theirs, and that's all that had mattered.]
I just might be asking you to do that now, pal.
[Not that their lives will make it easy, and there's no guarantee that they'll see the inside of the apartment as much as they could be out and about doing what they need to do. But why not? It wouldn't be the first time they lived together, and Bucky thinks he adores the idea of sharing their space on a more regular basis.]
Is that too crazy an idea?