[Brooklyn] What are you doing New Year's, New Year's eve?

[from_the_outside]

Her parents had been in full party-prep mode when she and Bucky rolled up to the house, Alpine in his brand-new soft-sided carrier. They'd dodged the caterers and florists and the cater-waiters and found Harrison and Amanda deep in a discussion of which champagne glasses to use. Sharon, recognizing the signs, had given them both a hug and a kiss and promised she and Bucky would be in attendance, then brought Bucky and Alpine up the stairs to her room.

The early sunset had been gorgeous, glowing off the snow-coated woods, but full dark has fallen now. She can hear cars pulling into the drive and the strains of music drifting up from the big room where her parents are greeting their guests. 

She's not quite ready yet, blinking at herself in the bathroom mirror as she applies mascara, her hair in curlers. "How's it going in there, baby?" she calls towards the room. "Does that suit fit okay?"

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[from_the_outside]

She towels off, wishing yet again for the Wakandan tech that had allowed her to dry her hair in a fraction of the time.

Well, she'll just have to sleep with it wet. It's got be to be almost three in the morning by now, and she's exhausted. Once dry, her skin pink and glowing, she hangs the towel up and goes to the sink to quickly brush her teeth. She glances into the bedroom and laughs. "Alpine's got the right idea," she tells him, amused. The little white cat is curled in his bed, snoozing comfortably.

[nerves_of_ice]

"He's a clever guy," he agrees. Bucky finishes cleaning up and pads out to find sleep clothes.

[from_the_outside]

It's just them here, and her parents won't come anywhere near this room, so Sharon eschews pajamas and simply climbs into bed, the sheets cool against her shower-warmed skin. She spreads her hair out on the pillow behind herself to dry, and watches as he moves around the room, her eyes dark and warm.

"Dreamboat," she murmurs, smiling and fond. "Come on, baby. Lie down with me."

[nerves_of_ice]

He finishes draping their dress clothes over the back of a chair and comes to join her. Bucky crawls in beside her and leans in to give her a gentle kiss before he reaches to switch off the bedside lamp.

[from_the_outside]

She stretches under the sheets and waits until the light is off and he's lying next to her before she shifts close, curling next to him.

"Good night," she whispers, settling her hand on his chest. "Happy new year, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

He rests his hand over hers and squeezes gently. "Happy new year, angel. See you in the morning."