We share the orange. [ Steve assured him, endlessly endeared by the innocent way his Bucky lit up, as if this was something wonderful, something to look forward to. And perhaps to him it is; and Steve was amazed, looking through Bucky's eyes.
He'd loved that gesture of affection in turn, the way Bucky returned it in his own way, thoroughly aware of the fact that the other could so easily rip his throat out if he hadn't felt the same for him.
He sighed softly, happily, struck by that sweet, alluring laughter before he started peeling, the citrusy scent lingering. He gave Bucky the bigger portion -- the merman was always hungrier than he was. Steve kept him close, happy to be held. ] You know, I never which came first, the fruit or the colour. What do you think?
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He'd loved that gesture of affection in turn, the way Bucky returned it in his own way, thoroughly aware of the fact that the other could so easily rip his throat out if he hadn't felt the same for him.
He sighed softly, happily, struck by that sweet, alluring laughter before he started peeling, the citrusy scent lingering. He gave Bucky the bigger portion -- the merman was always hungrier than he was. Steve kept him close, happy to be held. ] You know, I never which came first, the fruit or the colour. What do you think?