-- 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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[waitedforyears]

Some stuff, huh? C'mon, Jaime. Just tell me, yeah?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Damnit, Amy.

Bucky covers his face with his hands and groans. ] I want t'know more about sex, okay? Don't even laugh.

[waitedforyears]

[ She's not laughing. Look. No laughing.

She may be grinning, though. ] Should just watch porn. I keep telling you. [ But no. That's not always realistic. ] I'll help, yeah.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Making a soft noise. ]

If I watch your movie, y'gonna stop going on about it?

[waitedforyears]

[ Bucky. Are you okay? ] Yeah. Though I guess proper research'd still be a good idea.

Y'don't have to. [ With a shrug. ] Think you'd like it, though.

[yourbestguysgun]

Okay.

[ Does he sound a little terrified? That's fine, right? ] Okay, show me.

[waitedforyears]

Y'sure? [ This is surprising. He's been protesting for so long.

Still. Getting up to go find the movie. She has it on DVD, okay, it's one of her favourites. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, yeah.

[ It's because he's super drunk and also: ] When I was a dame, me and Steve, we uh - well, we kinda. Y'know. And it was fuckin' amazing. So.

[ Babbling Barnes, makes so much sense. ]

[waitedforyears]

Yeah? [ Peering at him over her shoulder from where she's kneeling by the DVD player now. ] Good for you. 's great, isn't it? [ Amy loves sex. Which makes it even worse that Rory isn't around now, though it's the least of her worries, really. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't -. [ A long pause. ] I guess so, yeah.

[waitedforyears]

You don't what, Jaime?

[ Back on the couch, remote in hand, throwing him a pillow. Y'know, in case he needs something to hold in his lap later on. ] Ready?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Flushing. ] Yeah, jus' let's get on with it.

[waitedforyears]

All right. [ And pressing play.

It's a fairly vanilla and harmless movie, really— just two guys getting off and having fun with it; the usual repertoire of blowjobs, handjobs and then fucking. Nothing spectacular, really, but they're clearly enjoying it and vocal about it and that's what Amy likes best about this one. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's pretty sure his face is on fire, because for all Bucky is a progressive guy, he's still watching a blue movie with a dame, and a movie about two fellas too.

But he's curious, watches it anyway with his arms curled around the pillow she'd given him. It's only when they get going into it properly that is attention really catches. ]

Huh. [ So that's how it's done. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy gives a hum in agreement, but mostly she's trying to be quiet and not make this any harder (heh, harder, yes she amuses herself) on Bucky, who looks like he might pass out because all his blood is in his head. Not quite where she thought it'd go, really. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, this is educatin'.

[ But then he starts to laugh, can't really help it, because this is an odd fucking situation to find himself in and as much as he wants to know, he's also still him.

Leaning into her. ] I still don't get how you even have this.

[waitedforyears]

Giving you ideas?

[ Well. That works, then, and she's leaning back, grinning up at him. ] 'cause it's hot. And the internet's for porn.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh.

[ A pause. ] Maybe. I don't know.

[waitedforyears]

Don't worry, we'll do proper research after. [ Look, she's on a mission now. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Proper research? [ Oh god. ]

[waitedforyears]

Well, yeah. Can't just let you out in the world thinking you don't need lube or stuff.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Wait. ] I'm not trying to be a mechanic, Ames.

[waitedforyears]

[ ... ] yeah, you definitely need some research.