[ He feels that spike of nervousness, faintly, and it's only after he's brushed Bucky's hair away that he connects it. Shit, of course sudden movements towards Bucky's face would make him nervous, would make him expect something else. He doesn't pull away, doesn't ask about it - at least not at the moment, not before he can figure out how.
It's nice, though, imagining them on a beach. Sam can't remember the last time he went to one for fun. He opens his mouth to reply to that question, very nearly shooting off the first response he thinks of, before he catches himself and shakes his head. ]
(If this was a date, here's where I'd tell you something dumb like "it does when you're with me" and try to impress you, or at least make you laugh.) [ He shoots Bucky a little grin, quick and playful and just a little bit flirty before it settles into something softer. ] (I still wanna make you laugh, but since this is you and me - why don't I tell you something real?)
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It's nice, though, imagining them on a beach. Sam can't remember the last time he went to one for fun. He opens his mouth to reply to that question, very nearly shooting off the first response he thinks of, before he catches himself and shakes his head. ]
( If this was a date, here's where I'd tell you something dumb like "it does when you're with me" and try to impress you, or at least make you laugh. ) [ He shoots Bucky a little grin, quick and playful and just a little bit flirty before it settles into something softer. ] ( I still wanna make you laugh, but since this is you and me - why don't I tell you something real? )