Bucky / Clint
Sometimes it was still hard to believe that there were people who actually were happy to see him. That sounded like a depressing thought but Clint had been one of those people pretty much since they met up at that convention and walked around together. It felt good. It felt different. It meant the world.
Bucky did get it, the whole like-like thing and where they stood. He was happy with the progression of things. While he'd grown into the whole not-holding-back-his-feelings headspace after everything with Steve, he wasn't rushing. They couldn't guarantee they'd be here tomorrow but that wasn't a reason for him to tell Clint he was in love with him before his heart was ready to really go there. They were enjoying the hell out of each other and it worked. They'd get there, hopefully, but for now the like-like thing was perfect.
"If it is, then lucky me," he said, and turned so he could face Clint a little better. "Lucky, lucky me." He brushed his lips against the skin just below the other man's ear. "You'll have me all night."