[Along with the rustiness comes a lack of knowledge regarding timing and technique. He slowly pulls his mouth back, but keeps his hand curled at the nape of Sam's neck, unsure of what to do. Sam seems to enjoy kissing him and physical affection, in general, seems to please Sam. A silent question of what do I do now brushes about the borders of the link, even as he clings tight to the taste of Sam's sunshine and the sound of the birds' carols.
Above all the uncertainty, though, Bucky loves the gratitude and sense of joy rolling thrpugh him in waves. awhat started as yet another panic attack changed over in a heartbeat into something new and good.]
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Above all the uncertainty, though, Bucky loves the gratitude and sense of joy rolling thrpugh him in waves. awhat started as yet another panic attack changed over in a heartbeat into something new and good.]