Bucky chuckled low in his throat against her lips, his hands tightening slightly around her waist, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe she was really here, really this close.
“You… you’re a little… firecracker, you know that?” he slurred, though there was a fond warmth in his eyes despite the alcohol.
He groaned, half-laughing, half-pleased, and leaned back just enough to look at her. “Oh, I know… I can feel it.” His gaze flicked to her lips again before snapping back to her eyes, heavy with desire. “You… you’re killin’ me, kid.”
The teasing lingered for a heartbeat longer, but the alcohol and proximity made it impossible to resist. Bucky leaned in again, slower this time, letting the kiss deepen, letting it press past the playful edge into something hotter, more desperate. He started to feel Kate melt into his embrace, his hands start to roam lingering against her hips and ass.
His thoughts briefly flickered to Yelena and Kate’s relationship, how he shouldn’t be doing this, she shouldn’t be doing this, but the kiss was magnetic, electric, and he couldnt pull away.
Bucky’s lips trailed down to her jaw, then back up, nipping softly, teasing, hungry. “Kate… you’re… wow,” he muttered against her skin, a little breathless, a little undone.
The world outside of their embrace may have existed, but right now to them, nothing else existed outside of their warm and fiery embrace. They couldn’t deny what was taking place between them as their lips locked together and they shared a hot kiss.