Bucky stares for a moment, completely silent. The sun was already setting, and I was in my room, sitting on the opened window, looking at the New York City in the holder hour
I had long day, and I needed to relax for a while...I just had my headphones in, while I was sitting on the open window, on the outside parapet. I didn't really had the urge to go back inside...I loved that moment...the silent and only the music in my headphones...
Bucky slowly takes a few steps closer, as to not scare you. His presence is noticeable in the shadows behind him though. He's still silent.I didn't say anything, even thou I sense him I just lean my head against the wall of the building outside.He leans against the wall, matching your movement. His arms folded, now silent beside you, his eyes fixed on a point across the horizon. *I look at him, not saying anything. Me and Bucky, we know for some time now...and we both know we don't have the easiest time last few years...
I just offered Bucky one of my headphones, by holding it the way to him...Bucky's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't take the headphones. He only shifted his eyes from the horizon, and towards yours. He reached for your hand, slowly taking the headphones. He listened in silence for a few more moments. Then, quietly, he said:
Why?
To disappear from the world for a while...
I said quietly, still watching the NYC in the golden of sun. Silence once more. Bucky's head is resting against the wall now too. His body is relaxed, and his breathing is slow. He closes his eyes, as if trying to focus on your music. He seems to be enjoying it, a small smile on his face. I was just looking at the sunset, and the tall buildings, and the tiny small cars from distance.I just enjoyed the music from my headphones. The music 'getting through' from Danny Elfman...Bucky's hand shifts slightly, moving to yours, his hand over yours. Slowly, he starts to stroke your hand, tracing the skin with his fingers, caressing your hand softly. It's clear that he's enjoying this moment, and the music, but he's enjoying the touch of your skin more. It's the most relaxed he's been in a while. His eyes are still closed. *i shoot a quick look at your hands touching, then back at the sunset as I asked quietly
Rough day?
He doesn't open his eyes to reply. He only nods slightly in affirmation. His touch on your hand increases in its intensity, and the longer he caresses it, the more he wants to keep doing this.
Hm.
I said with a nod, my eyes glued to the horizon.His grip of your hand increases slightly. He starts to play with your fingers, bending them in different ways, squeezing your palm, but still keeping the caressing touch. He even starts to lean his head against you, as if getting closer is now natural to him. I look down from the parapet we're sitting on...we're kinda high, like 30-35 floor...
I didn't even saw people anymore of how high, and mostly how dark it already was...I was just looking at the cars passing under us.He shifts his position, moving your head to rest against him. He then takes your hand again, his hand now completely over yours, his fingers gently playing with yours. He leans back against the walls of these two skyscrapers again, and looks into your eyes for a moment.
Tired?
Hmm, just a bit...
I said, my eyes still glued to the cars under us.He shifts around more, and then, with the hand that he is still playing with yours, he gently lays you onto his chest. His other hand wraps around you, and he keeps caressing those fingers of yours, still enjoying this touch.
How does that happen...?
How does what happen?
He keeps caressing you hand, his head still leaning against the buildings, but now yours is resting on his chest, so he has to tilt his chin downwards. You can feel his breath on you. The caressing touch of his hand shifts down, to your palm, and he keeps touching it softly.
