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"But you're keeping the uniform, right?"

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Who was she?

[ Steve had never stopped thinking about Bucky, his boy from Brooklyn, so very strong and handsome and so very not human. He's had plenty of time to get used to the fact that his best friend and now lover is a breed of demon, a stunningly beautiful one that fed on others to survive.

Seeing him like this, so strong and so compelling and so warm, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt. Still, he could never bring himself to turn from Bucky, no matter how horrific it is -- and a small, traitorous part of him twinges at how Bucky must have pleased this woman and thought about him all the time. He takes his hand, threading small fingers through his as he looks up at him, biting his lip. Dinner can wait. ]

Did you think of me when you were doing it with her?

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Her name was Gloria. I didn't get more than that because it didn't matter.

[Callous perhaps, but he had needed her for one purpose and that alone. He had drawn her in easily and shown her the time of her life before she had passed, and he spared her no more thought than that. She was a food source and certainly warranted no more of his attention now that Steve was here and looking well.

He squeezed Steve's delicate fingers between his own, using the new hold to draw the blond to him so that he could curl his arm around Steve's waist and hold his lover against his body. He was giving off considerable heat, burning in the energy he had acquired.

Yet, the question had him looking scandalized.]

Lord no! I would never sully the memory of what we do together with her. I only think of what we do together when you are here to perform with me. I am loyal to you in that way, Steve. No one fills my head with happiness like you can.