-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

Comments

[punchedhitler]

[Oh.

Oh, Bucky. Steve's turning now so Bucky is on the table, sitting on it, and he's between Bucky's legs, his mouth against the other man's like he's drowning and Bucky is air.]

You're amazing.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Beaming as he hooks his foot around the back of his knee. ] You like hearin' that?

[punchedhitler]

Aren't I supposed to?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrugging. ]

Guess I just didn't know it'd make y'smile like that.

[punchedhitler]

Well.

It does.

[yourbestguysgun]

Then I love you.

[ Grinning. ] And you should kiss me again.

[punchedhitler]

[Okay, have another kiss. He doesn't care if his sandwich is getting soggy or his fries are getting cold.]

Not hungry?

[yourbestguysgun]

For the sandwich? [ Stroking a thumb over the back of Steve's neck, content for the moment. ] Nah.

[punchedhitler]

Should we put it away?

[But Steve really doesn't want to move.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Humming. ]

Probably. [ But is he letting go? No. ]

[punchedhitler]

[They're not watching and Crepe is sneaking and eating their food. Steve doesn't seem to mind]

You're not going to let me move.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope.

[ Amused. ] But hey, your fault. If y'were't so appealin'.

[punchedhitler]

[He just grins and holds Bucky closer, okay?]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Crepe makes a noise of delight underneath the table, Bucky just laughs, wrapping an arm around Steve's neck and leaning in. ]

You should come home early more often.

[punchedhitler]

Maybe I w-

What is the dog doing?

[He looks under the table where she is currently snout-deep in Bucky's sandwich]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Chuckling. ]

Hey, we could bribe her with food into likin' us again.

[punchedhitler]

[He just watches. The sandwich is long gone.]

We're not good dog-owners, are we?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Crepe wags her little tail. ]

She's our baby, she was never destined for behavin'.

[punchedhitler]

[He gets down on all fours to try and take the sandwich from her. She looks confused for a second then sad as he managed to grab it.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Captain America stole your sandwich, kid.

[punchedhitler]

Technically it's yours.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Jumping off the table to scoop her up. ]

I'd share my sandwich with you, sweetheart.

[punchedhitler]

[She wags her tail and kisses Bucky on the face]

You trying to make me jealous?

[yourbestguysgun]

Is it working?

[ She's chewing his collar now. ] Hey Crepe, y'think you can convince him to come cuddle with us?

[punchedhitler]

I'll pick you up like you're a dame, Barnes.