The bruises and blood, he'll feel bad about tomorrow.
His breathing quickens - he's close himself.
Bucky can't properly kiss her, or lavish all over Natasha any longer, even if he wants to. His brain is finally, blissfully blank. Even his revulsion empties out and is no longer mixed in with confusion.
no subject
His breathing quickens - he's close himself.
Bucky can't properly kiss her, or lavish all over Natasha any longer, even if he wants to. His brain is finally, blissfully blank. Even his revulsion empties out and is no longer mixed in with confusion.