Not that Bucky was ever much for the hard liquor. His ma, like most, hated the stuff. A cold beer was his personal drink of choice. His dates liked something a little sweeter, and so it was usually a cheap, fruity wine on his lips when he came home to Steve. He would scold him for having one glass too many half the time, but Bucky would swear the little punk liked the taste of it himself.
He's not so little anymore. Bucky swallows hard and pours himself another, hoping that this one works before Steve gets through the door. Steve's big now, as tall as he is - maybe even a little bit taller. He hasn't figured out what that means yet.]
You're up past your bedtime, Rogers. Need me to sing you a lullaby?
[He smirks, voice pitched low. Bucky's heart is pounding though. It's Steve, and yet it still feels like he's suddenly taking a risk.]
felt an urge idk
Not that Bucky was ever much for the hard liquor. His ma, like most, hated the stuff. A cold beer was his personal drink of choice. His dates liked something a little sweeter, and so it was usually a cheap, fruity wine on his lips when he came home to Steve. He would scold him for having one glass too many half the time, but Bucky would swear the little punk liked the taste of it himself.
He's not so little anymore. Bucky swallows hard and pours himself another, hoping that this one works before Steve gets through the door. Steve's big now, as tall as he is - maybe even a little bit taller. He hasn't figured out what that means yet.]
You're up past your bedtime, Rogers. Need me to sing you a lullaby?
[He smirks, voice pitched low. Bucky's heart is pounding though. It's Steve, and yet it still feels like he's suddenly taking a risk.]