[When those arms circle around him, it feels like home. Like a plant seeking sunlight, Bucky leans into the touch against his back. Has anyone ever been as loved as he feels right now? He closes his eyes and just soaks in the warmth of it for a long moment.
He lets Steve’s voice wash over him, a gentle wave that soaks him to the bone. Those things are easier for him to hear now, than when he first wrote that letter, but the added reassurance still helps. It always does.
Bucky lets his eyes flutter open and he’s greeted with that soft-eyed, earnest face that still makes his stomach fill up with nervous flutters.]
I love you so much… [His voice is a soft whisper, a quiet secret shared only with Steve.] I’m so glad that you have so much faith in me, even in those times when I feel so lost.
[Suddenly overwhelmed with the emotion stirring in his chest, he buries his face into the crook of Steve’s neck, voice gone, words lost, but, God, the love pours out of him in other ways.
His hand slides gently down the back of Steve’s neck to settle between his shoulders, where he can curl his fingers into the material of his shirt. He squeezes Steve gently in a hug, but it’s more of a question than an action, a silent begging to be squeezed back as tightly as possible— it’s something they’d figured out works really well between them. Finding the little, silent cues that allow him to ask for things, even when he has no idea how to voice them had done wonders for both of them.
Maybe it’s brain chemicals flooding into him that make it feel so good, he really doesn’t know, but there’s just something so satisfying and comforting in a really tight squeeze that only barely doesn’t steal his breath. It grounds him in a way nothing else can.]
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He lets Steve’s voice wash over him, a gentle wave that soaks him to the bone. Those things are easier for him to hear now, than when he first wrote that letter, but the added reassurance still helps. It always does.
Bucky lets his eyes flutter open and he’s greeted with that soft-eyed, earnest face that still makes his stomach fill up with nervous flutters.]
I love you so much… [His voice is a soft whisper, a quiet secret shared only with Steve.] I’m so glad that you have so much faith in me, even in those times when I feel so lost.
[Suddenly overwhelmed with the emotion stirring in his chest, he buries his face into the crook of Steve’s neck, voice gone, words lost, but, God, the love pours out of him in other ways.
His hand slides gently down the back of Steve’s neck to settle between his shoulders, where he can curl his fingers into the material of his shirt. He squeezes Steve gently in a hug, but it’s more of a question than an action, a silent begging to be squeezed back as tightly as possible— it’s something they’d figured out works really well between them. Finding the little, silent cues that allow him to ask for things, even when he has no idea how to voice them had done wonders for both of them.
Maybe it’s brain chemicals flooding into him that make it feel so good, he really doesn’t know, but there’s just something so satisfying and comforting in a really tight squeeze that only barely doesn’t steal his breath. It grounds him in a way nothing else can.]