Kiss prompts, 17, Wintershieldshock or wintershock You're awesome!
(i went for wintershieldshock, which i haven’t written before. hope you like it!)
“Wait!” Darcy called, out of breath as she skidded around the corner from the bedroom. Steve and Bucky were already at the front door in their tac gear, on the way to answer a call to assemble. They paused at the sound of her voice, turning in unison to face her.
“Sorry, Darce. Tried not to wake you,” Steve said as she approached. Bucky looked her up and down, clearly admiring the borrowed t-shirt she wore. She didn’t know if it was his or Steve’s—their clothing had been a jumbled mess on the floor, and she’d picked up the first thing she saw—but he clearly appreciated the sight. He bit his lip then sighed ruefully, nudging Steve with his elbow.
“We shoulda known better, Stevie,” he said, grinning at her softly. It was a strange juxtaposition, to see such a loving smile on the face of a man who had a sniper rifle slung over one shoulder. “Bed too big without us, doll?”
“Yeah,” she said, ducking her head so that her hair fell forward, shielding her face. She suddenly felt shy, aware of how new it was between the three of them. Maybe they hadn’t wanted to wake her up because they wanted to talk about it, weren’t sure whether they wanted this after all—
Her train of thought was cut off by a large, calloused hand reaching forward to lift her chin. Steve stepped further into her space, Bucky crowding her in on the other side. “I can hear you second-guessing from all the way over here, sweetheart.” His hand moved from her chin to her hair, tucking it behind her ear in a tender gesture. Bucky’s arm came up around her shoulders, providing a reassuring weight on her other side. She was well and truly boxed in, and she loved every second of it. “Buck and I are all-in, Darce. But if you need some time to think about it—”
His hand dropped away slowly, but Darcy didn’t let him get far. Gripping the front of his uniform, she pulled herself to her tiptoes, tilting her face up to his. Steve obliged her, bracing a hand around her back, tangling his fingers with Bucky’s and bending down slightly to meet her mouth with his. It was a hot, filthy kiss, one more appropriate for the bedroom than a goodbye. When she broke away, they were both panting, and his pupils were blown wide with desire. “I’m all-in too, you know,” she murmured, loud enough that they could both hear her. Bucky and Steve’s entwined fingers clenched against her back, and a brilliant smile lit Steve’s face.
With one last peck to his lips, she turned to meet Bucky’s heated gaze. He grinned down at her, waiting. “You need a reminder of what’s here waiting for you, Buck?” she asked, reaching for him. He didn’t hesitate. Stepping forward, he bent and lifted her completely off the floor, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist. Steve stepped up behind her, bracing her between them, but her eyes never strayed from the man in front of her.
“Like I could ever forget, doll.” But he still leaned forward to press his mouth against hers. It was sweet and tender, like he intended to carry it with him on the mission, tucking it away for when things got tough. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pouring all the feelings she couldn’t say out loud—not yet—into the kiss, and he returned in kind.
They broke away reluctantly when Steve cleared his throat. “I hate to do this, Darce, but we really gotta go.” She dropped her legs to the floor, stepping away so they could all gather their composure. With a chagrined grin, Steve stepped forward to press one last kiss against her mouth, then headed to pick up his shield where it rested against the door. Bucky did the same, brushing his lips against her mouth and then her forehead, eyes closed against the storm of emotion she could see swirling through him.
“Try to get some more sleep, Darce,” Steve said. “We’ll be back before you know it.” He hesitated, wanting to say something else, but decided against it and opened the door. Bucky followed his lead, throwing her one last half-hearted wink as he headed out the door.
Maybe it was best to follow Steve’s advice, she thought. She had a hell of a homecoming to plan.
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