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2016-05-07 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[The truth is that all he's had to himself for decades is the inside of his capsule, so the idea of decorating is still a little daunting. Steve did find an old Howling Commandos picture, though, and that's sitting on the desk near where Wanda floats the garnishes.]
I should thank you. Most everybody else seems to not know what to make of me.
[Bucky pulls over his desk chair and offers it to her, even now a little taken aback by the fact that Wanda is floating around his room.]
[ Rafa's grin is wicked. He is far from worried about needing protection. He, of course, does not carry any weapons. He could if he wanted; he's well trained in a large variety of them, but the strongest weapons he has are the ones that are part of him. For his part, he hopes they see some action. It has, truly, been a long time since he's really hunted.
They make their way inside, and William moves - thankfully - off to the bar. Rafa moves around the inn until he finds the best table. The men there don't seem impressed with his suggestion that they leave it. The larger of them puts a hand on his shoulder, and moves as though to steer him away. Rafa, who is as solid as marble when he wants to be, moves nowhere at all. He simply reaches up, takes hold of the man's hand, and crushes every bone in it without hesitation. He smiles while he does it, and the act is so quick that the man doesn't have time to scream until it's done.
Both of them vacate the premises after that, and Rafa slides contentedly into their booth. He ignores the curious eyes resting on him, and instead summons one of the waiting staff. ]
I would be obliged if you could send over the stable boy. We've left horses outside which need particular care.
[ There are no horses, and the woman likely knows it, but no one would be keen to deny Rafa after that little display. The boy is sent over quickly enough, so that by the time William returns, he is already seated beside Rafa in the booth, and Rafa's gentle arm is around him. Rafa looks up, eyes warming with a smile aimed at William. ]
Jonathan here wished to keep us company. I could hardly refuse. Sit, William. And thank you for the drink.
[ Rafa reaches for his, though it's not the drink he'd intended. His arm is around that particular experience. ]
[ She lets herself take the seat, her feet finally hitting the floor. Wanda still doesn't sit in it properly though, instead drawing her legs up to cross them, the hem of her skirt falling over her knees. ]
It is hard, but you only have to show them the person underneath. [ She thinks he might understand her. They have both been weapons. They are both still people. ] If that fails, buy doughnuts.
Still, when he arrives at the table his eyes are bright and lively, curiosity sent Jonathan's way. If his gaze lingers on Rafa's arm over the boy's shoulder, well, that's his business entirely. ]
I'm afraid I didn't get you a drink.
[ And he clearly isn't going to, either. Instead he's sitting down across from his friend, his hand wrapped around a tin mug. His next question is directed Rafa's way. ] So, what do you think?
[He tries not to glance at her legs when she folds herself into the chair, he really does, but there's still some old Bucky Barnes inside of him that can't help it. The look doesn't linger, though, he hopes.]
That's the trouble. I'm not sure what there is underneath.
[At her last words, he laughs. And to be honest, he's not sure exactly when the last time was he laughed so spontaneously.]
Donuts, huh? Do they work that well for you?
[ She sounds sure of it even if her voice is gentle. Wanda knows what it's like to be an experiment, to survive to see a new life and to not be sure what that means for the person they were. He will manage it, he is strong and he is loved. ]
It did. There is some truth to the key of a heart being the stomach. Tony likes ones with red and gold sprinkles.
Of course he does. They're probably named after him.
[Stark is still one of the hardest for him to wrap his head around. He's so like Howard, just... more. He shrugs, leaving Tony a mystery for later.]
Speaking of stomachs...
[He picks up the bottle and tilts it in her direction.] Still up for this?
I have heard much about Coney Island. Do you know I have never been on a rollercoaster? [ The first time Steve had told her about them, Wanda had felt a pang in her heart. Pietro would have been a fan, she is sure. ]
[He gives her a slight smile, turning the glass over and over in his fingers. The smile on her face is bright and warm, things he can't help but find he wants more of.]
You should go sometime. The old ones like they have there are the best. You always feel like things are just on the edge of out of control, but in the most exciting way.
[Bucky sets the glass down next to the limes and salt and fills it with the clear liquid.]
Who's first?
Wanda leans forward a little on the seat, thoughtfulness crossing her face. ] You first. You can show me how.
[Nodding, he picks up the lime and the salt shaker, moving closer to Wanda and looking her over. It's not that he's never noticed how pretty she is, but the circumstances just seem to make him much more aware.]
As I understand, we use a little lime to get salt to stick somewhere on your skin, and then you hold it in your teeth. The other person licks off the salt, drinks the shot, then sucks the lime out of your mouth.
[A very complicated system, but he gets the point of it. Which leaves him holding a line wedge...]
Where do you want it?
[ It seems the most agreeable place to start. Part of her knows that the act of licking salt off a person's body isn't exactly innocent, but she thinks if he did not want to he would tell her. Besides, this is always in the terrible teen movies they keep foisting off on Wanda to give her cultural examples and so what else is she supposed to do with that knowledge?
Eagerly, she rises from the chair to hold out her arm for him. It's bare, save for the thin strap of her dress and her bracelets and so she turns her wrist to expose the underside of both forearm and bicep. ]
[He takes Wanda's arm and holds it closer, swiping the lime across it, right near the crook of her elbow. Bucky hands her the lime for her to hold it in her teeth, then shakes a little salt on her skin. It's a hell of a lot of work for one shot, he thinks, but maybe once it's done, he'll get the attraction.]
Ready?
[Standing up, Bucky drags his tongue over the spot, tasting just a hint of Wanda's own skin under the salt. He quickly grabs the shot glass, downs the liquor, then closes his mouth over the lime, his lips grazing Wanda's as he takes it from her.]
Well.
[ There's colour to her cheeks now, as well as the smile that creeps to life. ] Your turn. Where would you like it?
Yeah.
[He rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, exposing a bicep. Bucky points to it.]
Here?
Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]
[He sees that little wrinkle and smiles. The taste sort of is an acquired one, and even he's not sure he exactly likes it as much as he enjoys the effects. Wanda's statement he gives some thought.]
I think the point is to get close to someone you don't necessarily know. That and the spot for the salt is usually a little more... suggestive?
[ See, that's where her mind was originally. But she wants to treat Bucky with a little more care than her ridiculous teen movie musings. ] We know each other. [ Not as much as she would think she knew Steve, but enough. ] And I have seen you in the gym. [ Now her eyes light up in amusement. She's teasing him and i's obvious. ] I am familiar with your abs.
[She's teasing him. She's teasing him and he likes it, because it means Wanda sees him as a person, maybe even as a friend she's comfortable enough with to do so. Even Steve walks on eggshells around his sometimes.
He gives her a look, though, that says plainly that he's up to any challenge, implicit or not.]
Okay, then since you're so familiar with my anatomy, let's even up the score.
[He fills the shot glass and reaches for another lime wedge and the salt shaker, waiting for Wanda's response.]
Will this do?
[ Maybe it's a dangerous game to be playing, but Wanda cannot help herself. She has spent too much of her life being careful and quiet. Bucky never backs down and maybe she wants some of that too.
Taking the lime from him, she swipes it along the curve of her breast, a challenge in her face. ]
[He's been neither fool nor distracted enough to miss the fact that Wanda is a beautiful young woman, and he'd be lying if he denied letting his mind wander in her direction. But to have them skirting the edge of those thoughts was unexpected and thrilling.]
Nicely.
[He shakes the salt onto her skin and waits for Wanda to hold the lime. When he drags his tongue over her breast, he definitely covers more territory than the salt did. The tequila burns just right on its way down and when he takes the lime from her mouth, the contact of his lips lingers.]
Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
Are you sure? I did mention abs originally.
[She's not the only one feeling the temperature in the room rising. Electricity is prickling all across Bucky's skin, something between them growing in intensity.
He pulls at his shirt to raise it, then stops. The hell with it, he thinks, and yanks the garment over his head. He takes another slice of lime and uses it to draw a wet line right up the center of his muscled stomach.]
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