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CW: Masturbation, discussions of grief, more zombies, descriptions of asthma attacks, zombie dismemberment and murder, hints at WS!Bucky, Steve and Bucky save the day... and...
THREESOMES. Shower sex, soft dom!Steve, soft dom!Bucky, body worship, praise kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), Paris 😏
This is 9,187 words of angst and smut. Please vote and comment. Part of this chapter takes place during the sex scene of the last chapter, if that makes sense? It's just from Steve's POV, and then switches to Reilly's.
Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rollin' in the graves? Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain't you my baby? Ain't you my baby? - Hozier, "NFWMB"
While Reilly and Bucky head inside the bathroom, Steve gets to his feet and steps into the apartment. She's stripped the sheets and blankets on the bed and the place smells significantly cleaner. He heads for the kitchen, his commlink still on the counter. Steve looks around and pops it into his ear, turning it on. He hasn't talked to Tony or Sam in two days. They have to be worried.
"Sam? Tony? Do you copy?"
"Well, well, well, look who it is!" Tony chimed in. "You too good to call us? We were worried sick about you. Do you know what's happening out there?"
"Yeah, you sound real worried and not patronizing at all."
"Well, you know, patronizing is how I show people that I care about them. It's— Sam, what did you call that? A love language?" There's a pause. "No, you did! I heard it! Stop throwing things at me!"
"Stop being an idiot, then!" Sam bellows.
Steve rolls his eyes.
"Tony, I don't have a lot of time. They don't like my using the commlink."
"Oh, the Manchurian Candidate and his little girlfriend don't want you to stay communicating with your boss?"
"You're not my boss," Steve growls. "What's the plan?"
"The plan is you get your patooties into a safe place out of the city and we can get the Quinjet to you."
"Yeah, there's a problem with that. Bucky and Reilly aren't really willing to venture outside."
"Why?"
"We still have running water, we still have food, and those things haven't gotten in here."
"Yet," Tony reminds him.
"Yeah."
"I can't land that thing in the middle of the city, it'll get swarmed, Steve."
