#winterfalcon13

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But did he have to do it on their fucking vacation? 

Sam woke Sharon early in the morning by wiggling out of her hold to get out of bed. Sharon groaned. Sam was usually the middle spoon in their trio, sleeping with Sharon curled around him and Sam curled around Bucky. She liked how warm Sam was. It was nice. She had come to get used to it. She reached out for the nearest source of warmth; the source being Bucky. Bucky tended to run hotter than Sam, due to the serum, and he was a little hotter than Sharon liked. But this morning, she circled her hands around his waist instinctively and Bucky wrapped his arm around Sharon, kissing the top of her head. Sharon sighed happily and sleepily opened her eyes. She couldn’t go back to sleep with Bucky’s warmth, even if she liked cuddling with him. She was staring at Bucky as she opened her eyes, Bucky who was already awake. 

Sharon smiled and leaned up for a short kiss, one which Bucky reciprocated gently. Neither Sharon and Bucky had morning breath (Sam had it, though, much to his displeasure) but they still disconnected after a short while, both of them turning to stare at their boyfriend. 

Their boyfriend who was getting ready for some reason. 

“It’s a nice day for a swim,” Sam said, ditching his sleeping shirt. Both Bucky and Sharon stared at Sam’s chest, the two of them always appreciating the sight of a shirtless Sam. As much as they liked to tease Sam for waking up early to work out, they liked the results of said working out. “You two should join me,” Sam offered, although he knew they’d decline. 

He rolled his eyes when he caught them staring and pointed towards his eyes, signaling, “my eyes are up here, preverts.” 

Sharon and Bucky turned to smile at one another, Sharon biting her lip and Bucky raising an eyebrow. Silently, they came to an agreement. 

“You should join us back in bed,” Sharon said, rising from where she was leaning on Bucky to get on her knees and grab Sam’s hand. The look on her face was the one Sam had affectionately nicknamed ‘seductive smirk’. 

Bucky nodded at Sharon’s statement, leaning forward as well to catch Sam’s other hand. “We have plans for you,” Bucky purred in a low voice, tugging at Sam’s hand. 

Sam looked at both of them, hesitating. He stared at their twin pleading eyes and glanced at both of his hands, Sharon and Bucky intertwining his fingers with theirs and stroking their thumbs up and down his fingers. “You two are menaces,” Sam complained, and then, giving one look at the ocean view through the window, he sighed. 

“Okay,” he relented.