from_the_outside | [WWII AU] you and your baby went to town

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

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you know I've decided the guys in your time are all idiots, right?" He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

"The entire squad and more would back me up on this."

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from_the_outside

"That's fair, honestly."

She tips her head into his touch, her smile crooked and wry. "I haven't had a lot of luck with them. It's nicer to think they're idiots than that there's something wrong with me."

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nerves_of_ice

"Angel, there is nothing wrong with you," Bucky assures her, and leans in to give her a gentle kiss.

"Nothing at all."

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from_the_outside

She returns his kiss, her smile still quirking across her lips. "I don't know about that," she teases. "But it's nice you believe it."

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nerves_of_ice

"It's easy to believe," he tells her. "Because it's true." Bucky reaches to try to coax her into his arms.

"Lie down with me?"

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from_the_outside

"Always," she murmurs, and comes into his arms, letting him guide her down to the sheet, which smells like hay and now also like the both of them. She winds a leg around his, running her ankle lightly up and down his calf as she relaxes.

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nerves_of_ice

He holds her close, coaxing her to rest her head on his shoulder, and goes back to petting her hair and her back in long, lazy strokes.

"I want to ask more questions, but I don't know what to ask," he laughs, after a moment. "And I also just want to be here with you, like this."

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from_the_outside

"It's nice just lying here with you," she murmurs, smiling.

"If you think of anything, let me know. But I don't mind just being here, like this."

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nerves_of_ice

"Okay." He keeps petting her back, slow and steady.

"Do you have any questions for me? Anything you want me to tell you about?"

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from_the_outside

"Well, it's funny." She shifts to pillow her head on his shoulder, nudging her face into the crook of his neck. "Because I actually do know about you already, a little. Just like I know about the other Howling Commandos."

Sharon presses a kiss to his throat, then moves back to look into his face. "But there's so many details I don't know. What were you like as a kid? What makes you really mad? What was the most ridiculous thing you've ever done to impress a girl? I want to know it all."

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nerves_of_ice

"You might do better to ask Steve that last one," he laughs. "I'm sure he'd have an opinion or two about it."

"Let's see, what was I like as a kid? Probably like most kids, I guess. Older brother, that you know. Loved baseball and running and all - still do." An idea strikes him, and he grins down at her.

"I thought for a while I'd try to go pro, with baseball or boxing. But I wasn't that good at baseball, and boxing didn't seem like it'd be a good long-term career."

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from_the_outside

"Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face," she teases, and runs her fingers through his hair from forehead to crown, leaving waves in her wake.

"Baseball, huh? What position did you play?"

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nerves_of_ice

He makes a face at her, at that, then focuses on her question as he tips his head into her touch.

"Pitcher, a lot of the time," he tells her. "I have pretty decent hand-eye coordination, turns out. The rest of the time I usually played shortstop."

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from_the_outside

"First base, for me," she tells him, laughing at the face he'd made. "Sometimes left field."

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nerves_of_ice

His face lights up. "Oh, really?"

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from_the_outside

"Mm-hm. But softball, more than baseball," she tells him. "I haven't played baseball since I was a little kid."

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nerves_of_ice

"Still." He sounds as delighted as he looks.

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from_the_outside

"Still," she agrees, amused. "And I definitely love going to games."

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nerves_of_ice

"Hey, wait, in your time are the Dodgers - no, you probably can't tell me that." Bucky cuts himself off and laughs. "Never mind. Oh, man, I'd love to take you to a game, if I could."

It's an impossibility for so many reasons, he knows, but just for a moment he lets himself entertain the idea.

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from_the_outside

She grins, bright and delighted, at the mental image. "I'd love that," she agrees. "Cold beers, hot dogs, and baseball? Do dates get better than that?"

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nerves_of_ice

He laughs again and kisses her hair. "You'll have to tell me. Give me a hint," he teases. "What's your dream date?"

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from_the_outside

"This one's right up there," she teases back, before thinking about the question as she idly traces patterns on his skin.

"Toss-up," she says, finally. "Between a fancy night out, all dressed up to go dancing and have a nice dinner, but maybe getting late night pizza instead, or something really simple like going to a beach, strolling along a boardwalk, playing games and acting like kids."