[oom] an indentation in the shape of you

[from_the_outside]

Her room is closer. If he had to get up to take care of the goats, she'd walk them back down to the little hut by the lake, but K'Senge will still come by in the morning, and her room is closer.

"Follow me," she says, and steps back to take his hand in hers, then walks with him through the quiet halls of the Citadel until they reach her door. She unlocks it and draws him inside, then closes it firmly behind them again. 

Her heart is racing, anticipation chasing sweet fire through her veins as she puts her arms back around his neck. "Welcome to my humble abode," she murmurs, smiling, and kisses him.

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[nerves_of_ice]

"Uh-huh," he replies, as he tilts his head into her touch, very slightly.

"Now I just have to figure out what to do with it."

[from_the_outside]

"There's always the goats," she says, grinning. "And bead sorting. And it sounds like Shuri's got some big plans for your arm."

She takes her hand away and drains her water glass, then puts it on the side table, right near where that cracked glass art still hangs, before turning back to him. "But you can start all that tomorrow. I bet I can help you figure out what to do with the rest of tonight."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I bet you can, too," he murmurs, as the corner of his mouth quirks up in an amused smile. "Do you have any ideas?"

[from_the_outside]

She leans forward to nudge her forehead against his, grinning slow and amused.

"Kiss me and find out," she invites.

[nerves_of_ice]

There's no possible way he could refuse.

Bucky tips his head to the side and leans in to capture her mouth with his in a slow, lingering kiss.

[from_the_outside]

She returns his kiss and kisses him again, and again, and once more for good measure. They aren't the scorching hot, desperate, needy kisses of earlier; she takes her time, relearning the shape of his mouth and coaxing out the sounds he makes that she loves so much.

When the last one breaks she only pulls far enough away to look at him, her eyes warm and fond. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" she asks. "Or do you want to wake up to your first morning as a free man down at the hut? Either way, I'm staying with you," she adds.

Just in case there was any question about that at all.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Here," he decides, after a moment's thought. It's easy enough, as long as he pushes considerations of preference aside.

He doesn't know what shape the hut's in, and the middle of the night's not the time to figure that out. K'Senge had promised to look after the goats until Bucky himself came to relieve him of duty, so they'll be okay, too. And he's not going to ask Sharon to get dressed and drag her out in the dark of night just to leave the Citadel.

[from_the_outside]

She makes a considering sound and gives him an amused, faintly skeptical look. "Are you sure?" she coaxes. "The hut's all ready for you. I've been keeping it up since you went under. And I wouldn't mind a walk out there; it's a beautiful night."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hesitates.

Visibly.

[from_the_outside]

That hesitation is all she needs to know she was right.

"Just let me get cleaned up," she says, and kisses him once more before sliding off the bed and heading into the bathroom. It takes her a little more time than usual to wash the makeup off, but she hops into the shower and is in and out in less than ten minutes before heading to the wardrobe to get dressed.

Light pants, a tank, some sandals, and she's back to her usual self. It's cool, so she throws on that pretty cream-and-gold cloak Bucky bought her third day here, and holds out her hand to him with a smile. "Come on, baby. Let's get you home."

[nerves_of_ice]

By the time she's out of the shower, he's dressed, the bed's made, and he's taken care of the water glasses. He goes to the window to wait, and stands there, looking out at the night.

He'll call Natasha in the morning. Steve'd said he'd come down then, so he can ask if anyone's told her yet. She needs to know. He needs to be the one to tell her, even if she's already heard.

He's still standing by the window, lost in thought, when Sharon comes to him. He takes her hand and twines his fingers with hers, smiling a little.

"Lead the way, baby."

[from_the_outside]

She tugs gently and walks with him back out of her room, along the quiet halls of the Citadel, and out into the clear cool night. The stars are so thickly scattered in the sky and the moon is so bright that there's more than enough light to see by. The grass is fragrant underfoot, and she can smell lakewater and turned earth as they get close.

The little hut is just as he left it, except for one thing: instead of one throw folded on the chest at the foot of the bed, there are two.

[nerves_of_ice]

He spots the change immediately and looks the question at Sharon.

[from_the_outside]

She shrugs and shrugs off the cloak.

"I use it more down here."

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles, just a little, and very ruefully. "At least this time I know not to try to bring it back."

[from_the_outside]

She smiles back and shakes her head. "Pretty sure I know better now," she tells him. "So I can take it back up with me tomorrow if you want."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I don't mind it being here," he tells her, and moves to take the cream-and-gold cloak to hang it from a small hook.

[from_the_outside]

"Okay," she says, simple, and goes to sit on the edge of the bed, toeing off her sandals as she does.

It's good to see him back in this little space. The hut had seemed lonely without him. "Tired?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"A little."

He comes to sit beside her on the bed.

"Are you?"

[from_the_outside]

"Yes," she tells him, straight-faced. "It's late and not all of us spent the last three weeks napping."

She leans to nudge his shoulder, her expression teasing and fond. "But I'll stay up with you if you're not ready to go to bed yet."

[nerves_of_ice]

He's not, but he doesn't know why. It doesn't make sense.

He tugs at a lock of her hair and smiles back at her. "No, let's call it a night," he says.

[from_the_outside]

She studies him for a second, considering whether or not to take him at his word, and nods. "Okay."

Leaning over, she kisses him gently, then gets up to get undressed, folding her clothes neatly on the seat of one of the chairs.

At some point she should see how much Steve told him about the mission... but not now. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow, or even later.

[nerves_of_ice]

He follows suit, then pulls back the cover and sheet for them. Morning will come soon enough - it's only a few hours away, and everything else can wait until then.

(It'd come either way, he reminds himself. Might as well get some sleep first, while he can, before he begins to untangle what the future now looks like.)

[from_the_outside]

She slides into bed and waits for him to join her before settling at his side and pillowing her head in the hollow of his shoulder, her arm coming over his stomach.

"Nice to have you back," she murmurs, smiling as her lashes droop. "My other pillows seem very sub par now by comparison."

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles at that and settles his hand gently on her arm.

"Good night, Sharon."