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WHAT Christmas in July
WHERE Every-fucking-where
WHEN Day 141 & 142

[IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. It's . . . well, time doesn't really work well here anyway, but it's been 'a while' since the last 'festive activities' so that's what's happening, right here, right now.

It's still warm enough for shorts and t-shirts, but there's also big fat snowflakes falling from the sunny sky, making piles of it that are pleasantly cool and don't seem to melt. Skating rinks! Palm trees and cacti decorated with pretty sparkly lights! Do we even have those? We do today.

Besides that, you can do whatever you want to, to get into the #mood:

Mistletoe? Mistletoe for kissing, for cuddling, for whatever?
Mysterious gifts with your name on them that turn out to be a long-lost item from your childhood?
Blankets that you get trapped under until someone joins you in there to cuddle?
[insert your fun here]

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[Bucky hums softly against his mouth, keeping things from going too deep while they're out in public.

there's real affection in the kiss when she pulls away]

There it is. One kiss.

. . .

[s-stares at her, cheeks going very pink]

[BUCKY LIKES ME]

[Bucky likes you. Idiot.]

Hey? What's that look for?

. . .

Bucky likes me ♥

Of course I do...

['-']

You didn't realize that?

I just—felt it.

You felt it. [well, that's... sweet, actually...]

We'll, it's true. I do like you.

That makes me happy.

[brushing his hair back from his face]

Good.

[leaning into that touch. affection, affection, give Vasily affection]

Mm-hmm.

[thirsty. but yes, affection]

You okay?

Edited 2018-07-14 20:28 (UTC)

[imagine describing Vasily with the word "thirsty," you don't say]

Doing better by the minute?

Good answer.

I thought it was pretty suave.

Edited 2018-07-14 23:30 (UTC)

Suave? Oh, that might be taking it too far.

[laughs! rubbing his nose against hers]

Bucky's bullying me.

Lil bit. [she smiles, bumping his nose]

What if I were to steal another kiss?

Oh! I won't tell anybody.

[she catches his lips again, since he seems to want affection so much

it's shorter than the first one]

Our secret.

[it's like petting a needy cat. he loves attention, craves affection]

[he doesn't even have anything cutesy to say to that, he's just blushing and delighted]

What now, princess? Should I turn you loose?

Oh, if you have to . . .

I don't have to do anything.

Well . . . what do you want to do?

[Bucky continues to be bad at wanting things. It's a problem.]

I don't know... maybe play a game.