"One-" Bucky lets out a sinful groan, out of breath. "At a."
"A little to the left," Nat says.
"T-uh-ime." The word barely escapes huffs, watching Nat bound on the mattress.
"You've got to do it with care." Steve pinches his ass.
Bucky huffs, repositioning himself. "Easy for you to say, Mr. I'm-just-going-to-watch."
"Focus!" She throws a mars bar at him, rocking her body back and forth, impatient.
"Tsk." She is dominant like that, and he can swear his body just went past overdrive 15 minutes ago. His heart jolting, his body contorting and his arms straining to get the picture set on the damn wall. What's worse, she won't let anyone see the painting- too personal, she says.
"Scoot to the right," Nat says when Bucky turns to face her for the zillionth time.
He strides to her, plopping on the duvet. "This is hopeless, Nat."
"Come on" Nat whines in protest, barely kicking him off the bed.
Steve chuckles, approaching the painting. "Yeah, come on grandpa."
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Bucky rolls his eyes as he turns to Nat with her a half grin, who- lying on her back, eyes closed, with the mid afternoon rays of light stroking her face- looks almost gentle.
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Ha, as if. "What do you have under there, anyway?"
"I told you it's-"
"Jesus, Nat." It isn't Bucky who interrupts her. It's Steve; confused, frowning Steve.
"Is that edible underwear?" Bucky tilts his head.
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