Re: In Person: Bucky B/Natasha R
[It could all wait, and if it tried not to wait, he'd shoot anyone who tried to interrupt. Good thing no one planned on it. Also that his side arm was over on the dresser anyway. Bucky didn't care. He didn't care about any of it. His metal arm went down to touch her hip, and it could be gentle too, something no one expected, not even him. It was a weapon, but only if its owner wanted it to be, and all he wanted it to be now was another way to pull her close to him.
He was trying to keep himself in check, his passion could be intense, but gentle and sweet was hard for him. He wasn't used to nice. His scars said as much. His fingers mussed her hair, tangling in the red strands, and he tried to remember to breath as he briefly broke the kiss again.] I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you here. [Because she was Natasha, yeah, but because of this her. Also. Gorgeous. He'd have to be blind not to think of it.]