[WWII AU] you and your baby went to town

[from_the_outside]

Waiting for Bucky's day off has been as difficult as waiting for Christmas used to be when she was a kid. And it doesn't help that they just don't seem to be able to manage time alone together after the mission – not enough of it, anyway. A few stolen kisses here and there are all she gets, even as she feels like she's burning up from pure want.

When he finally tells her, grinning, that he's gotten another R&R day, she spends the next few days in a haze of relieved anticipation. Not just at the thought of finally being able to touch him, but just because she loves spending the time with him. She knows it's a bad idea, knows it's only going to hurt so much worse down the line, but she can't stop herself, and she doesn't want to.

She doesn't ride with him into town this time. Instead, he'd told her to meet him at the little chapel he'd shown her earlier. Wilkins is happy to give her a lift, after she spends extra time and care on her hair and makeup and clothes – the civilian outfit he likes so much and which Lorraine had tried to ruin. 

She's right on time as she walks into the little chapel and looks around for him. "Bucky?"

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[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes, please." Bucky grins at the picture she makes, her hair falling over her shoulder and the basket in front of her, then offers her the wine glass.

[from_the_outside]

She finishes spreading the cheese on a roll, then offers it to him, grinning right back.

"Trade you," she teases, and reaches for the wine with her free hand.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Deal," he laughs, and trades her before he sits beside her on the bed and picks up his own wineglass.

"Finding anything interesting in there?" He hopes so, anyway.

[from_the_outside]

"All kinds of things," she tells him, amused. She pulls out a tiny pot of honey and makes a pleased sound, then unscrews the cap to drizzle a little over her own bread and cheese.

"Do you want some of this?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He holds out his bread and cheese to her with a winning smile. "It'll be sweeter if it comes from your hand," he teases.

[from_the_outside]

"You cheeseball," she laughs, but she sets her wineglass carefully to the side so she can reach to pour a thin stream of the warm honey over his bread and cheese, too.

[nerves_of_ice]

He winks at her and takes a bite once she's finished. "Mm." Bucky flicks his tongue over his upper lip, capturing a stray droplet of honey, and smiles.

"Like I said. Sweeter this way."

[from_the_outside]

"Good," she laughs, fondly amused, and bites into her own bread, then washes it down with a sip of the wine and a small sound of contentment.

"I know I said it before," she tells him, after a few more bites, each one the perfect combination of sweet and salty, crunchy and creamy. "But this is really perfect, baby. You knocked it out of the park."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm glad," he murmurs, and sets his glass down so he can indulge himself by brushing her hair back over her shoulder and letting it fall through his fingers.

"I wanted today to be special for you."

[from_the_outside]

"I can't imagine any way it wouldn't have been special," she tells him, tipping her head lightly into his touch.

"Because I get to be with you."

[nerves_of_ice]

His slow smile is almost achingly sweet. Bucky curves his hand around the back of her neck and leans in to kiss her.

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back, and smiles against his lips.

"Sweet," she murmurs.

[nerves_of_ice]

His laugh is a soft breath of warmth against her mouth. "Have more," he invites, and kisses her again.

[from_the_outside]

She huffs a laugh and accepts his second kiss, then leans back, teasing, and takes a sip of her wine. "Bad enough that I can't keep my hands off you," she scolds, teasing. "Let me finish my snack before you start that again."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky throws his head back and laughs. "If you say so, angel."

He finishes his own food and picks up his wineglass again, then shifts to lean sideways on the bed.

[from_the_outside]

She grins and bites back into her bread and cheese, then offers him the apricot she'd taken out earlier.

"Want a little fruit?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He shakes his head. "Maybe later." Bucky takes another sip of wine, luxuriating in the sight of her.

[from_the_outside]

She tucks the apricot back into the basket and lowers it to the floor, then finishes her own snack and lifts her wine for a sip, watching him back with warm dark eyes.

"Do you mind if we just hang out here today?" she asks, after a moment. "The town is nice, but I want to be able to spend as much time with you alone as I can."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shakes his head. "I don't mind at all," he murmurs, and then mischief flashes in his eyes.

"As long as you're not worried about getting bored."

[from_the_outside]

"Not even a little," she laughs, and gives him an arch glance of her own.

"I'm sure we can find some way to pass the time."

[nerves_of_ice]

"We'll think of something," he promises, solemnly. Bucky takes a sip of wine, then leans forward and reaches to brush his fingers lightly over her knee.

[from_the_outside]

A few goosebumps scatter across her skin at his touch, which somehow still feels just as electric now as it did before they spent the last few hours exploring each other.

She smiles and sips at her wine, then uncurls one leg to nudge the tip of her toes against him. "What did you do on your days off before I showed up?" she asks. "Is there anything you're missing out on you want to do?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm not missing out on anything," he assures her. "Mostly I explored the town and talked to people. Sometimes I hung around and read. A lot of the time I didn't take them... until Steve figured out that's what I was doing."

[from_the_outside]

"I can't judge," she tells him. "A lot of times I don't take my vacation, either."

There's always something else she needs to do, or work to catch up on, or skills to hone. She lifts her glass. "This is as close to a vacation as I've gotten in a while."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It just felt wrong. I mean, we're in the middle of a war, you know?" Bucky shrugs.

"Steve felt the same way. I think it was Peggy who threatened to jerk a knot in him if he didn't at least try to relax. She pointed out that the day would come when we weren't able to take down time, and that we'd be better prepared for everything if we rested and recovered when we could. He passed the same lecture on to me."