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#happy cafta anniversary everyone
marvelousescapism · 3 years
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do you think steve ever just kinda kneels in front of bucky and just presses his face into buckys tummy and just lets bucky pet his hair and scratch his beard. like in the morning or something when they're in the kitchen or on their couch or whatever and steve just has to kinda mush himself into bucky. and bucky has to cling to steve and wrap himself around him with every available limb and they just Are together
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well yEAH I DO NOW
Like, Steve and Bucky are Cuddlers™ - physical affection is something they weren't allowed to indulge in back before the war, even behind the closed curtains of their shared apartment it felt like they were always looking over each other's shoulder to make sure no one would catch them in the act.
So now, in a future where they can hold hands on the street - where they can kiss in public and still be safe - they're making up for a hell of a lot of lost time.
Steve will wake up and Bucky isn't next to him, but he doesn't freak out like he would have done a couple of years back. Maybe there's a moment - just a half a second - of panic before he looks around at all the pictures hung up on the wall; pictures from their honeymoon, pictures of their friends pulling silly faces, a few paintings Steve himself made that Bucky was insistent they hung up in the bedroom... and everything feels right with the world again.
Some mornings when Bucky wakes up earlier than him, he'll starfish out and just enjoy the space of their big, comfy bed until Bucky comes back in with his coffee and a breakfast bagel Steve will inevitably steal a bite of.
But this morning doesn't feel like that kind of morning. No, this morning is one of those mornings where he just wants Bucky.
So he'll haul himself out of bed and traipse sleepily into the kitchen where he knows Bucky will be.
And that certainty? The certainty that he knows Bucky's still here, still safe, still alive and milling about their home like nothing bad ever happened to either them? That feeling's up there among the best feelings that Steve knows of.
Up there alongside how it feels to admire how drop-dead gorgeous Bucky looks in the morning light, his bed hair all tangled and tousled, stretching out his muscles as he waits for the coffee maker to do it's thing.
Steve's pretty sure Bucky hasn't noticed him yet, so he just stands there and marvels at how beautiful his husband is, half naked in nothing but those ridiculous Falcon-themed pyjama bottoms - part of a set that he never actually wears the top for. ("I gotta get rid of all the old stuff to make room for all my new Cap merch!" Sam had told him when he'd given them to Bucky on his birthday; "You oughtta be grateful, Barnes, this is practically vintage now! Like you!")
When Bucky turns and smiles at him, all dopey with sleep in his eyes, it has the same affect on Steve as seeing an adorable puppy dog yawn, or hearing a teeny tiny kitten purr; his brain just goes into cute cute squishy cute snuggle mode, and he skips right over to drape himself on top of Bucky. His arms warp loosely around him in a feeble, floppy hug, and he slooowly sinks down onto his knees, where he can nuzzle his face up against his Bucky's perfect, soft tummy.
There's a little bit of podge there now - not much, but enough that it's a little squidgy when Steve presses his face against it - and Steve adores that podge.
He adores it because it just goes to show how Bucky isn't straining his body anymore; he isn't running to the gym every other night to pulverize a punch bag until whatever nightmare he woke up from fades away, and he'll eat almost anything Steve puts on a plate in front of him these days, and isn't sick afterwards. Bucky's healthier than he's been in decades and Steve love love loves that little bitty bit of soft, squidgy belly that proves it.
Bucky just laughs and leans against the counter, petting his hair gently, fingers making his scalp tingle pleasantly.
"Well good morning to you too. You feelin' some type'a way this morning, babydoll?"
Steve just looks up at him, giving him the same doting smile with droopy, heavy-lidded eyes "Mmm... Feelin' in love with you."
And Bucky grins, raking his fingertips ever so gently down from his hair to his chin, scratching idly. "You big sap."
And they're just stuck like that for a while, Steve closing his eyes again as Bucky switches between making a fuss of his beard and his hair until Steve's just so blissed out he's practically falling asleep again snuggling up to Bucky's warm, soft tummy.
Of all the places he’s been in this wide, wide world (and they went to a lot of places on their honeymoon), Steve thinks this right here is possibly the best place on earth.
After a little while Bucky will grumble about needing his coffee and Steve will look up at him with pouty lips and big bug eyes, but he'll pull himself away and stand up. Only long enough for Bucky to turn around, though. As soon as he does, Steve will just flop back against Bucky and snuggle up to him from behind.
And, eventually, they wind up snuggled up on the sofa - Bucky laying back with Steve collapsed on top of him, his face smooshed into Bucky's neck, making happy little noises and kissing him every now and then. And Bucky will cuddle him right back - arms wrapped around his shoulders and tangling their legs together, because, while Steve's like a lead brick while they're cuddling, Bucky is a total octopus.
No bad guys to chase down, no bad guys to run away from, no plans, no nightmares - nothing.
Just the two of them, together, holding each other so close that they practically merge into one. Holding each other as tightly as they want for as long as they want, as morning sunshine pours in through the wide, open widows.
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