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Beau Taplin  (via perrfectly)

CIVIL WAR

He gave a slight shrug. Men in flannel shirts weren’t entirely to his tastes, but they weren’t terrible. Her question, however, drew his attention from that thought and he looked at her again. “Hm, I don’t know. Dark colored, lacy, that sort of thing.” His brow rose slowly and he worked quite hard to keep a small smirk from his lips. “Why?”

“Nothing. I’m just curious,” Wanda replied with a shrug. That was true, she was curious, but it also wasn’t a completely honest answer. A conversation like this made her feel a little bit more daring and reckless, and now there was a small thought in her head - could she seduce him? But for that she needed more information on what he liked and preferred.

“I’m pretty sure I’d be fine carrying you around,” he said, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. He shivered slightly at the feeling of her fingers grazing against his skin. He picked her up quickly and walked over to the couch. “See?” He settled down and set her on his lap. “I really just want you on my lap all the time.”

Her breath hitched as she felt his lips softly brush against hers. Even though they had been flirtatiously playing around like this for a while now and there had been a few quick kisses in the lips, this still made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Wanda had to hold in a small squeal as he picked her up like she weighted nothing and she wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck to hold onto him. “You’re nuts,” she chuckled drawing back a little, arms still remaining on his shoulders. “You would get bored of me quickly.”

When she said she thought she found it, Bucky felt like doing nothing more than shirking back, pulling away from her. It hurt, though he couldn’t tell why. It wasn’t a physical pain, but he felt desperate to draw back. But he fought against that, he needed to if they were going to get anywhere. He shifted closer to her and his hand that had been on her arm fell to rest at her hip. His hand gripped at her hip firmly, using that to distract himself from what was going on in his head. He nodded quickly. “Go ahead,” he breathed out.”

She could still feel his subconsciousness resisting her and it was making everything harder. “You need to trust me if you want this to work,” she said in a soft, concerned voice letting her hand slowly fall and land on the side of his neck, thumb softly brushing his jaw in a comforting manner. Maybe such physical contact was not the best idea since they were nothing more than a friend of a friend to each other, but Wanda felt like it was what she had to do to make him ease up a little. “Let me in. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” she said and once again raised her hand to continue digging in his mind. Maybe it worked, maybe not and something changed in her, but it was now a bit easier to get to the seemingly random memories and she carefully began to tear up the connections between Bucky’s memories and the Russian words he gave her a few moments before.

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but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 

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“Girls, obviously,” Bucky replied, shaking his head slowly. “Men look terrible in lingerie.”

“And how about men in flannel shirts? No?” she tried to keep the casual expression on. “And, umm, you said lingerie.. What kind of lingerie exactly?” Wow, Wanda, so smooth, she thought to herself as she tried to inadvertently find out what exactly he liked the most and if she had it in her closet.

“Well,” he began, nose nudging gently against her cheek. “I was planning on claiming a few more spots.” He pressed a few quick kisses to her cheeks and then her jawline. “And then I could just bring all of you around with me.”

“Oh really?” she questioned crossing arms under her chest, but as more kisses followed, she couldn’t help but let them fall down and softly place them on his hips, a bit nervously nibbling on the lower hem of his shirt fingers slightly touching his skin from time to time. “Wouldn’t that be a bit... unhandy to bring me with you wherever you go? I’m quite heavy for a girl.”

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“Hey,” he said, leaning in and licking her nose again. “No wiping off my claim.” He kissed the tip of her nose softly. “It’s my nose now.”

"Oh, sorry Mister!" she called scrunching her nose as he licked it again refraining from wiping it clean once more, the small kiss helping her with it. "So now you're going to walk around claiming things like a little kid? And what are you going to do with my--, oh, sorry, your nose? It's still attached to me." She led out a soft laugh leaning with her back against a wall.

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