[<,small>Bucky is so damn rusty at this; he can't even remember the last time he kissed anyone. The hand on his jaw and lip slides to the back of his head and scratches. Oh that feels amazing and he mirrors Sam's actions, curling his fingers along the back of Sam's head near the base of his neck. He relaxes into the touch and as Sam tilts one way, Bucky tries to follow him, only leading their noses to bump. Oh maybe he's supposed to go the other way. He tilts and their lips slot together like a lock and a key.

In the back of his head, the broodlink is humming as his mind bursts with more flowers. The snow melts away and birds dnce along the limbs of the trees.]