"Then I can't be a prince, I'd have to be the fool." Bucky trailed his fingers up along her back, tracing the center of her spine lovingly. She really was beautiful beyond all measure. From the front. From the back. It didn't matter. It seemed to flow from her insides to the out.
He crawled onto the bed, and held a hand out to her. "Hey, I got what I wanted. What do you want?"