Bucky closed his eyes for a just a moment, as her thumb traced his jaw. He settled his hand over hers so that he could nuzzle his slightly scruff roughened cheek against. The sound urging him to turn his face and kiss her palm. "I should have shaved first." He teased.
Raising up, like he was going to collect said tea, he instead leaned forward and caught her lips with his. But it was brief, enough that he wiggled his eyebrows just a little when he was done. "Wouldn't want it to get cold."