[It shouldn't be so easy. Shouldn't feel so natural to lead the conversation this way. They tease one another, sure. Like to push and pull at each other with with both words and actions. But it's never weighted like this. Never tucked away from prying eyes, under the cover of a relationship that doesn't exist. Never this tense, this close to a breaking point that he never knew existed.
Between the rush of water and the rising steam, the closeness of their bodies and the sentiments hidden beneath their words, it's impossible not to give as good as he gets. Too difficult to turn his back on the opportunities here and get back to business.]
Just gotta work out the right places to push.
[He ends up pressed in close at that, the space between their fronts wiped away as he pins Sam in place with his body. Whether there are cameras in the bathroom or not, he isn't taking any risks here. Isn't giving the ones monitoring them any reason to start doubting their cover story.
(Is willing to use the excuse. A way to stay close without Sam pushing him away...)
It's a step beyond anything they've done in public, and he knows it. Is likely further than he should be pushing it while they're still tucked away in the relative privacy of these four walls. But as long as Sam is willing to play along, he's more than happy to take advantage of the moment.]
Think you can figure out how to get the best response?
[ Sam would like to think he tries. Tries to throw Bucky a small but sharp and pointed glare, one that communites 'what are you doing' with a 'what the hell' implied. It's just that... It's just. Bucky presses close. Pins Sam between himself and the wall, and there's nowhere to hide the way this affects Sam. The way his breath goes a little deeper, the way his pupils widen, the way his muscles relax into it almost on instinct. It'd be different if they were bickering, if they were pretending to trade barbs, if they were still at odds with one another even.
But they're not, and in their game, Bucky gives Sam everything he's been wanting and needing, and the best Sam can do at this point is not let it ruin him completely. Just a game. Just a ruse. Bucky pushes, and Sam doesn't push back, but proverbially lets Bucky overbalance right into him.
The way Sam relaxes to the point where Bucky's closeness is all that's keeping him upright is easily explained away by simply engaging in that ruse, of course. He's not actually yielding to Bucky, just pretending to be a husband gladly yielding to something intimate. The way his fingers tangle fully into Bucky's hair, too. Never let it be said that Sam Wilson doesn't know to give as good as he gets, legs shifting to accommodate for Bucky to take up as much space as he wants, eyes unable to flick away. It's all explained away, except perhaps for how easily it comes to him.
And the silent 'What are you doing' feels more curious and appreciative than laced with the intended sharpness, even to Sam. ]
I'm better at giving responses than getting them. Think that's where you shine.
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Between the rush of water and the rising steam, the closeness of their bodies and the sentiments hidden beneath their words, it's impossible not to give as good as he gets. Too difficult to turn his back on the opportunities here and get back to business.]
Just gotta work out the right places to push.
[He ends up pressed in close at that, the space between their fronts wiped away as he pins Sam in place with his body. Whether there are cameras in the bathroom or not, he isn't taking any risks here. Isn't giving the ones monitoring them any reason to start doubting their cover story.
(Is willing to use the excuse. A way to stay close without Sam pushing him away...)
It's a step beyond anything they've done in public, and he knows it. Is likely further than he should be pushing it while they're still tucked away in the relative privacy of these four walls. But as long as Sam is willing to play along, he's more than happy to take advantage of the moment.]
Think you can figure out how to get the best response?
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[ Sam would like to think he tries. Tries to throw Bucky a small but sharp and pointed glare, one that communites 'what are you doing' with a 'what the hell' implied. It's just that... It's just. Bucky presses close. Pins Sam between himself and the wall, and there's nowhere to hide the way this affects Sam. The way his breath goes a little deeper, the way his pupils widen, the way his muscles relax into it almost on instinct. It'd be different if they were bickering, if they were pretending to trade barbs, if they were still at odds with one another even.
But they're not, and in their game, Bucky gives Sam everything he's been wanting and needing, and the best Sam can do at this point is not let it ruin him completely. Just a game. Just a ruse. Bucky pushes, and Sam doesn't push back, but proverbially lets Bucky overbalance right into him.
The way Sam relaxes to the point where Bucky's closeness is all that's keeping him upright is easily explained away by simply engaging in that ruse, of course. He's not actually yielding to Bucky, just pretending to be a husband gladly yielding to something intimate. The way his fingers tangle fully into Bucky's hair, too. Never let it be said that Sam Wilson doesn't know to give as good as he gets, legs shifting to accommodate for Bucky to take up as much space as he wants, eyes unable to flick away. It's all explained away, except perhaps for how easily it comes to him.
And the silent 'What are you doing' feels more curious and appreciative than laced with the intended sharpness, even to Sam. ]
I'm better at giving responses than getting them. Think that's where you shine.