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Steve/Bucky, i'll give you the world on your back
Date: 2014-10-17 09:11 am (UTC)He’s addicted, whether he wants to admit it or not.
Bucky hums a soft contented noise as Steve runs his hands over his back, nails lightly scratching at the skin there. Once upon a time, Steve had not been allowed to do any of this, for Bucky had not wanted him to see the scars there. Over time though, they built a trust, a foundation that Bucky could believe in.
Now he allows himself to be fully exposed, naked and honest in front of Steve and is rewarded with the touch that he craves.
There’s movement behind him and then the ticklish feeling of something brushing lightly against his skin. It’s not Steve’s hands but he doesn’t move. It takes him a moment to realize it’s a felt tip pen but when he does, he blinks.
“What’re you doing?”
“Nothing,” Steve murmurs into his ear, making Bucky shiver. “Don’t move, okay?”
He does as he’s told and it feels like he’s there for hours. It’s not bad though, he doesn’t mind it and the feeling of the pen on his skin becomes more comforting that he suspects it should be. The soft noise even started to put him to sleep before he finds Steve’s hands in his hair, gently playing with it.
“You done,” he mumbles, blinking into awareness again.
“Mmmhm.” Steve leans down, pressing a quick kiss against his temple. “Got a picture and everything.”
He puts his phone at an angle that Bucky can see and he finds himself staring at an expansive garden done in black. It’s stunning and strange, wild and overgrown and when he looks more carefully, he realize just what Steve had done.
He’d taken the scars there, the ugly marks that Bucky had been so ashamed of, and created something beautiful out of them.
He sucks in a breath, looking up at Steve for a moment, before moving to pushing himself upright and press a grateful kiss against his lips.
“Thank you.”
Steve only smiles, hand moving to cup Bucky’s face and return the kiss.