"I do," he murmurs, a shiver of his own running through him at the feel of her fingers in his hair. He kisses her again, then kisses her cheek and trails a slow line of kisses along her jawline to her neck and begins to work his way down with infinite care.

As he does, Bucky settles both hands at her hips, running his thumbs gently back and forth over her skin at the edge of her waistband, but deliberately not moving further than that, not yet.