[ 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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[ 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.