[Sam pauses when he feels Bucky tense, but the moment passes quickly enough. With the light touch of fingers along his cheek, he turns his head slightly so he can nuzzle against Bucky's palm, playfully kissing that particular spot on his wrist, knowing just how sensitive the area is.
That feeling on contentment settles down on him once again, and he sighs before smiling warmly at his soul mate.]
Good morning to you, too. Feel like having breakfast already?
[The offer to stay longer in bed goes unsaid, but is clear in the way Sam stretches back out on the bed, all long, languid lines against the white linen. When was the last time they spent the morning lazing about, anyway?]
oh look, new icons
That feeling on contentment settles down on him once again, and he sighs before smiling warmly at his soul mate.]
Good morning to you, too. Feel like having breakfast already?
[The offer to stay longer in bed goes unsaid, but is clear in the way Sam stretches back out on the bed, all long, languid lines against the white linen. When was the last time they spent the morning lazing about, anyway?]