-- 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' --."

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

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[punchedhitler]

[Well.

He puts his hands up the back of Bucky's shirt]

I remember wanting to go outside.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, y'practically kicked me in the face to get out the door, I remember that too.

[punchedhitler]

[Sheepish]

You wouldn't get out of the way.

[But he presses a kiss against Bucky's neck]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ With a content noise, rubbing a hand down his spine. ]

I was tying my goddamn shoelace, jerk.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's hand echoes Bucky, except that Steve's is moving under Bucky's shirt, skin-to-skin]

I told you I was sorry.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing into his shoulder. ] Yeah, yellin' it down the street. [ But it's diffused the situation, and Bucky feels happy knowing Steve is here, is okay, wriggling a little like Crepe would when they pet her. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's hand gets a little stronger, the touch less brushing and more massaging]

You wouldn't have stopped if you hadn't seen anything but the inside of a sickroom for three weeks.

[But now he's laughing, too]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Humming, because it feels nice, okay? ]

Hey, I wanted you free too. Nobody'd go exploring.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's face is still in Bucky's neck]

That's because no one else wanted to keep up with you and your crazy ideas.

[yourbestguysgun]

Good thing I had you then, huh?

[ Tangling their legs together so he can be completely fucking on top of this cuddling business. ]

[punchedhitler]

Yeah.

Good thing you have me.

[Present tense. He shifts his legs obligingly.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ At this point he's pretty much koala hugging Steve, but who'll tell? ]

Y'gonna come out and play with me, huh?

[punchedhitler]

[Not Steve]

Anytime.

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't think there are any abandoned houses for us to climb in though.

[punchedhitler]

Kind of late for it tonight anyway.

[yourbestguysgun]

I didn't mean now, dummy. That would involve getting out of bed.

[punchedhitler]

I don't know if I'll be able to go back to sleep.

[yourbestguysgun]

That's okay. [ Running his fingers over Steve's shoulder. ] You don't have to.

[punchedhitler]

You can.

[He moves his face to look at Bucky]

Go back to sleep.

[yourbestguysgun]

An' let you work yourself 'round in circles? Nope. M'up now.

[punchedhitler]

Come on, Bucky.

At least one of us should sleep through the night.

[yourbestguysgun]

It's overrated.

[punchedhitler]

[He hears that stubborn, and he actually want to out-stubborn Bucky tonight.

Instead he shifts under him so that he can angle their faces together for a kiss]

[yourbestguysgun]

You can't kiss me to sleep, you're not the anti-sleeping beauty.

[ Except Bucky is happy enough to kiss him again, so. ]

[punchedhitler]

I'm not trying to kiss you to sleep, Bucky.

[The kiss is very good, though.]