-- 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. :) ]

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[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.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Kissing makes me want to do the opposite of sleep, just so you know.

[punchedhitler]

What's that?

[Here, have another one]

[yourbestguysgun]

It keeps me up. [ And then as though figuring out his own double entendre, Bucky arches an eyebrow, smirks a little. ] Well.

[punchedhitler]

[There's a laugh - it's brief, one small ha.]

Yes.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Patting Steve's side. ] Shh, I know what I'm talking about.

[punchedhitler]

No, Bucky.

[He reaches up Bucky's shirt again, this time to tug it off]

Yes.

[Said with a hint of, come on, stupid underneath]

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh. [ Oh. Getting with the programme from thereon in is a good thing, right, because Bucky just drags him in for a kiss again. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve smiles, his hands going to Bucky's face to cup them while he presses a kiss back]

Bucky.

[Maybe he should call him James, but the through doesn't cross his mind]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Instead of responding he just keeps the kiss nice and deep, hands sliding down his sides to slip underneath his nightshirt. Steve's got so much of him now, but Bucky likes to keep his hands low on his stomach for a moment, a pleased through bubbling through him. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He nips at Bucky's bottom lip, turning them suddenly so he's on top, his legs too tangled to properly straddle Bucky's hips. He makes a small pleased noise, whisper low.]