Bucky didn’t notice the slip-up. But then, he was used to Steve being close like this. How often had they woken up by now with their noses nearly touching. One morning, his knee had ended up between Steve’s legs. He’d apologized, of course, but his face had been red the whole day. It was a small space between the beds and the way both of them moved in their sleep, it wasn’t unusual for limbs to get tangled now and then. At this point, it was expected. Bucky didn’t mind. Steve’s morning breath wasn’t the worst thing he’d smelled. And maybe he liked the few seconds before Steve woke up before he had to peel himself away-
“I can get it,” the brunette was already rushing to his feet. It wasn’t much of a task, turning off the lights, but there was already so much that Steve did for him. The least he could do was not rush him out of his warm spot on the floor just to put out the lights.
Getting back to their spot in the dark was easy. He knew his way around in the dark. If he pretended to trip over Steve’s legs though, that was his own business. He tumbled down and pulled himself under the blankets, quick as a bandit. When his eyes fully adjusted, he sought out the faint outline of Steve’s face in the dark.
“Warm enough?” He had to ask. Even if he was barely able to keep his eyes open. He stretched himself out and then conveniently pulled himself closer by just an inch.