"I mean, I want to get off but not before you do," Bucky says. Her touch feels good enough that he's closed his eyes and he knows his face must look content and relaxed for the first time in a long time. He doesn't do a lot of relaxed in his life. He's always hypervigilant, always watching to make sure they're safe. He doesn't have to here, though, and it feels amazing.

Her fingertips are soft against his skin until her nails dig into his thigh a little and the mix of sensations is enough to make him moan a little even if he didn't really intend to do it. She's gonna undo him before he even gets a chance to undo her and he doesn't think that's particularly fair.

"I haven't been with someone I wanted to be with since before the war," he says softly. "You're the first person who's touched me that I wanted touching me, that I wasn't forced to touch or that touched me when I didn't want it. It's...amazing."