#grahhh...

Hair thoughts

it's rare that bucky indulges in a full spread, so to say. beat face, soft inky bralette straining against the plush of his well toned chest, a slip of skin bare from his taut abdomen to the high hill of his hips. a midnight black pencil skirt hugs the undercurrent of his waistline, obfuscating his groin and the dense meat of his thighs. the skirt tapers off just above his knees, a tantalizing slit crawling up toward his pelvic line. the thin net of stocking beneath ends at a pair of three inch heels, pumps that pinched his toes together.

he's nervous about it, honestly. playing a role for a job was one thing, but going out like this, just for himself, was entirely another.