[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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[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.]