[Oh. Oh. He understood why Bucky pretty much turned to liquid in his hands when he really got to scratching him. Steve squirmed, his tail beating against the ground steadily as Bucky came to him, fingers scratching and his face burying in the ruff of of fur around his neck. Moving was strange, but right, and so easy compared to anything he knew. He kicked all four of his legs and then huffed out a happy sound, staring at paws instead of hands.]
I told you. [Bucky's scratching felt positively divine but he couldn't stay still. Steve twisted, rolling over and shoving himself up against Bucky, sniffing him all over. He smelled amazing -- strong and musky, like moss and bricks. Yipping excitedly before he was licking all over Bucky's face, darting down to investigate the fresh spill of blood with a apologetic whine before jumping back up again, lest Bucky get to clean off his face.] I told you! I promised, Buck!
[Running, well. Running was a mess of limbs and too much bulk asking for immediate locomotion. Unused to be thing this much at all, Steve scrambled away and then back, deciding it was much better to just jump on top of Bucky and clean him up. All the pain was gone. He felt...
no subject
I told you. [Bucky's scratching felt positively divine but he couldn't stay still. Steve twisted, rolling over and shoving himself up against Bucky, sniffing him all over. He smelled amazing -- strong and musky, like moss and bricks. Yipping excitedly before he was licking all over Bucky's face, darting down to investigate the fresh spill of blood with a apologetic whine before jumping back up again, lest Bucky get to clean off his face.] I told you! I promised, Buck!
[Running, well. Running was a mess of limbs and too much bulk asking for immediate locomotion. Unused to be thing this much at all, Steve scrambled away and then back, deciding it was much better to just jump on top of Bucky and clean him up. All the pain was gone. He felt...
He felt fantastic.]