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[life-spire]

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[foxy-sierra]

Inktober #6- Bouquet

[lostsouldierbye]

@bouqueue​ :  "We have to keep running into each other like this, people are going to talk." She's working her way into dibs now. Let her call dibs, Bucky. The sex is great and she has all kinds of toys.

‘ You’re not exactly helping me to keep a low profile. ’ He’s sure --- if she hasn’t found reason to tell someone about him already --- his presence is being rippled around town. Sooner or later, the news would reach the ears of the people he’s trying to run recon on. Maybe he’s getting tired of recon anyway, waiting for leads to fall into place. Fujiko was an unexpected variable that he had not accounted for --- and he has no real read on her, doesn’t know whether she’s harmless or more trouble than it’s worth playing along with her games for. ‘ Shouldn’t you have bodyguards, or something ? ’ It doesn’t feel right to leave her defenceless like this. 

[withoutawar]

She's got her chin in her hands, and a look in her eyes that's a little dangerous as she leans into the table - and closer to him. "You're staring." sent by @bouqueue .

His eyes immediately dart up to her face, and not far behind, his cheeks flush red the same as the tips of his ears. His gaze had slipped for a second, but it was a second too long and she was quick to call him out. Her . . . figure . . . was there in his periphery, contrast of skin against the darker clothes she wore making it relatively easy for him to know how much was exposed, in case his first glance upon arrival slipped his memory. 

‘ Sorry, ’ he says, meek and more ashamed than embarrassed. ‘ They’re --- I mean you’re --- sorry, you were saying ? ’

[whsprhouse]

@bouqueue​     /     starter call

            "I WOULDN’T ORDER that if i were you.” izzy’s hoarse voice cuts through the chatter in the bar as he turns to the man next to him who’s eyeing a goblet of deep read something that’s just been slid down the counter to a man at the other end. “rumor has it, it’s mostly blood. not sure you wanna know what kind jackie uses.”                

[lostsouldierbye]

@bouqueue   :   It's summer. It's hot and humid. The kind of weather that makes you feel sticky immediately. It's not great weather to be working in, especially when your primary form of hydration is beer and coffee. David makes it work though. And by 'makes it work' I mean, he's shirtless, covered in grease and sweat, and - I mean, he's working. But he's also shirtless, again. Have fun James.

      Bucky’s at the shop. Where else would he be ? Occasionally, he makes himself useful. He’s good for heavy lifting. He’s not bad with the machines either, if David talks him through it. He knows how moving parts work and he’s had to be resourceful over the years. Today, he’s got his custom Škorpion with him, in need of a clean and lubrication. He keeps to the back of the shop because he knows David doesn’t deal anymore and probably doesn’t need the kind of attention a guy messing around with restricted use guns in broad daylight would bring. 

      When he wanders out front to grab himself a bottle of water from the fridge is the first time he notices David. Sun looks good on him. Dirt and sweat and hard work looks good on him. Bucky pushes the fridge door closed slowly, then leans against it, still taking in the scene of David working steadily beneath the hood of an 80s Ford. Attraction wasn’t the first thing that happened between them, but it sure as hell had crept up on him over the months, starting pretty early on without rhyme or reason. Before the first time they’d fallen asleep next to each other, before the first time they’d made it to a bed. Not like that. He sighs. It’s never like that, is it ?    

      For the most part, Bucky keeps his hands to himself. He’s been punched in the face for showing an incremental ounce of affection, so he plays it more carefully now. It’s not really a problem either --- he has a well controlled dick, or just a lazy one. But even he’s not lazy or immune enough to turn away from a sight like this. So he downs the entire bottle of cold water to quench his thirst, crunches up the bottle and pits it into the trash, then heads into the back to find something that needed to be torn apart or banged back together because finessing the innards of his gun was not going to keep his mind off of wanting to lick the sweat clean off of David’s neck. 

[psticide]

“I love my wife.” In a very platonic life partner way.

[psticide]

“So, my darling wife has been hard at work with the enemy. How is your success so far?”

Kai thinks himself a genius setting her loose upon those pitiful men. He had an inkling they wouldn’t know what to do against a woman like her, respect or not that he hadn’t deigned them the interest of meeting them himself; it was the more diplomatic move to have her handle the affair. His ego would get the better of him -- they both knew that. This arrangement allowed him to spend more time in his lab, something he ultimately preferred. 

“I take it you’re having plenty of fun with them.”

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