Fics like i've been waiting for the sun (to rise where you are)

“Christ,” Steve says without thinking. Reaches out to touch the bruise on Bucky’s throat. “What’d she do, try and eat you alive?” “Oh,” Bucky says, quiet, maybe a little embarrassed. “No, I mean—you know, it was just a little necking.” “Right,” Steve agrees, “necking,” as if he’s ever done anything of the damn sort, and then notices another bruise, lower down, right on Bucky’s collarbone. If he squints he can make out the shape of her teeth, the way she’d set them into Bucky’s skin and bitten down, laid claim, and it makes Steve oddly furious, makes him want to hurt Bucky himself. He digs his thumb hard into the dark bruise on Bucky’s throat, scrapes his nail across Bucky’s skin, and it’s a step too far, he knows that, sorta expects Bucky to say hey, or maybe come on, Steve, what the hell. He doesn’t expect the sound that comes out of Bucky’s mouth: a breathy little gasp that has Steve running hot in a second, and then it’s like the both of them are holding their breath, the air full of nothing but still dark heat and the summer storm still crackling outside.

Fics like i've been waiting for the sun (to rise where you are)

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