"Better than okay. Just feels like I've got a glove on," Bucky says, leaning in and kissing her before he says something stupid like thank you or please or some unintelligible noise. He tugs his teeth against her lower lip and slides his left hand up higher, gripping the softness of her thigh under a hand that hasn't felt sensation since the 40s. It's amazing and terrifying and wonderful all at once.

He cups her breast in his right hand, kneading lightly as he kisses her as if his life is dependent upon it and it probably is. He's never felt so alive in his life. Who knew that one little spell could change everything like turning on the lights in the dark recesses of his mind.

"Gonna haul you up those stairs any minute now," he murmurs, breathing heavy as he pulls away from the kiss. "Just gotta get over how good it feels to finally feel something in the left after so long. You're driving me insane."