Yeah, Mom's there, and one of my aunts, and my grandmother. It's Grand Central for the holidays down there.
[Maybe it'll be too much. There are a lot of people, they'll all be dying of curiosity to see who Sam had deemed worthy of bringing with him, and when they find out it's Captain America...but maybe if Steve says yes, he'll have enough time to get people used to the idea, so when they arrive, Steve can just be Steve.
He presses a kiss to the edge of Steve's jaw and decides to do that as often as possible now that he's allowed.]
I was planning on asking you down anyway, even before this. Wasn't sure what kind of Christmas plans you'd have lined up. They might be a lot though, you don't need to answer right away.
[ That, he's absolutely sure on, even without — the situation having changed. Sam's family rings the same as Buck's, a whole brood, and he feels a twinge of guilt having died on them in the last week of the war. Mrs. Barnes always thought of him as her son, especially after his mother died. ]
But you're right, it's a lot to think about.
[ Christmas without Bucky, when he's out there, enjoying warmth and festivities while he imagines whatever horrifying place his best friend is in — no-go. ]
Oh, you'll meet 'em. It doesn't need to be then, we'll figure something out. No rush.
[Sam runs a hand up Steve's back, slow and soothing, and then gets a little distracted by the realization that he's allowed now to get a little distracted by how solid Steve is under his hand.]
...really starting to regret being such a selfless, stand-up guy.
[It's possible he's distracted enough that he doesn't realize he'd said that aloud.]
[ The compliment is gentle, warm, and the absolute, heartfelt truth. ]
I promise to make it up to you, [ as he catches Sam's hands and raises them to his lips to kiss at the knuckles. Sam's been there for him without complaint, and there's an allure in being able to pay him back now. ] all right?
[Does anyone not blush a little when Steve Rogers gives them a real compliment like that? Coupled with that earnest look? Sam definitely feels his cheeks get warm, like he's twelve goddamn years old, especially when Steve kisses his hands like some gallant knight six centuries head of his time.]
Yeah, all right. Twist my arm. Hey, I'm serious though.
[He lowers his hands enough to meet Steve's eye without any distractions.]
You don't need to overthink this one. I fell for you a long time ago, just watching you be you. I won't need a whole lot of wooing.
[ Playfully contrary, as a boyish grin lights his face. Sam didn't say no to being wined and dined, and if Steve has to suffer the mental image of him in a suit, they can face that together too. ]
...all right, maybe I don't need to overthink this one.
[Maybe he'd been overshooting by thinking they should just fold this into what they already had. They've hiked through abandoned HYDRA bases all over Eastern Europe, that kind of thing gets you close to a person already, but maybe this is something that they could do the straightforward way.
If he'd thought it was difficult before, it's going to be agony keeping his hands off Steve now.]
Okay, yeah. Take me out somewhere. I clean up pretty nice.
[ It can come as a surprise, a dinner invitation, a place Steve's looked into booking that he doesn't have to use any Captain America muscle for. Sometimes it's nice when that makes his life easier, but he foresees in times like these he'd prefer to be low key. ]
Hey, you can take the lead as much as you want, too.
[In that case, Steve's getting kissed again, slow and lazy, a thorough exploration with Sam's tongue teasing along the curve of his lower lip. It might be tough to find the balance between comfortably old fashioned and reasonably modern, but as long as Steve knows he's allowed to put the brakes anything that's moving too fast, Sam is absolutely going to push.
Steve's the one who had invited him into the shower, after all. And while he'd wanted to make sure first that the offer wasn't because of assumptions that that should happen next, it isn't like Sam doesn't really want to take him up on it.]
[ Especially if it means this, Sam's mouth warm against his own, his heart fluttering in Steve's ears. His fingers tighten a little on Sam's waist, almost pushing him against the table with his eagerness to meet him in kind. ]
[Breathless again and not even caring this time, because it turns out getting crowded against his kitchen table by Steve's hips is something he'll never get used to and wants to feel a lot more often.]
Always wanted to test out just how much hot water I have.
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[Maybe it'll be too much. There are a lot of people, they'll all be dying of curiosity to see who Sam had deemed worthy of bringing with him, and when they find out it's Captain America...but maybe if Steve says yes, he'll have enough time to get people used to the idea, so when they arrive, Steve can just be Steve.
He presses a kiss to the edge of Steve's jaw and decides to do that as often as possible now that he's allowed.]
I was planning on asking you down anyway, even before this. Wasn't sure what kind of Christmas plans you'd have lined up. They might be a lot though, you don't need to answer right away.
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[ That, he's absolutely sure on, even without — the situation having changed. Sam's family rings the same as Buck's, a whole brood, and he feels a twinge of guilt having died on them in the last week of the war. Mrs. Barnes always thought of him as her son, especially after his mother died. ]
But you're right, it's a lot to think about.
[ Christmas without Bucky, when he's out there, enjoying warmth and festivities while he imagines whatever horrifying place his best friend is in — no-go. ]
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[Sam runs a hand up Steve's back, slow and soothing, and then gets a little distracted by the realization that he's allowed now to get a little distracted by how solid Steve is under his hand.]
...really starting to regret being such a selfless, stand-up guy.
[It's possible he's distracted enough that he doesn't realize he'd said that aloud.]
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[ The compliment is gentle, warm, and the absolute, heartfelt truth. ]
I promise to make it up to you, [ as he catches Sam's hands and raises them to his lips to kiss at the knuckles. Sam's been there for him without complaint, and there's an allure in being able to pay him back now. ] all right?
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Yeah, all right. Twist my arm. Hey, I'm serious though.
[He lowers his hands enough to meet Steve's eye without any distractions.]
You don't need to overthink this one. I fell for you a long time ago, just watching you be you. I won't need a whole lot of wooing.
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[ Playfully contrary, as a boyish grin lights his face. Sam didn't say no to being wined and dined, and if Steve has to suffer the mental image of him in a suit, they can face that together too. ]
What if I wanted to be a little old-fashioned?
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[Maybe he'd been overshooting by thinking they should just fold this into what they already had. They've hiked through abandoned HYDRA bases all over Eastern Europe, that kind of thing gets you close to a person already, but maybe this is something that they could do the straightforward way.
If he'd thought it was difficult before, it's going to be agony keeping his hands off Steve now.]
Okay, yeah. Take me out somewhere. I clean up pretty nice.
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[ It can come as a surprise, a dinner invitation, a place Steve's looked into booking that he doesn't have to use any Captain America muscle for. Sometimes it's nice when that makes his life easier, but he foresees in times like these he'd prefer to be low key. ]
Hey, you can take the lead as much as you want, too.
[ It's not like he's ever done this before. ]
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[In that case, Steve's getting kissed again, slow and lazy, a thorough exploration with Sam's tongue teasing along the curve of his lower lip. It might be tough to find the balance between comfortably old fashioned and reasonably modern, but as long as Steve knows he's allowed to put the brakes anything that's moving too fast, Sam is absolutely going to push.
Steve's the one who had invited him into the shower, after all. And while he'd wanted to make sure first that the offer wasn't because of assumptions that that should happen next, it isn't like Sam doesn't really want to take him up on it.]
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[ Especially if it means this, Sam's mouth warm against his own, his heart fluttering in Steve's ears. His fingers tighten a little on Sam's waist, almost pushing him against the table with his eagerness to meet him in kind. ]
So, what about that shower?
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[Breathless again and not even caring this time, because it turns out getting crowded against his kitchen table by Steve's hips is something he'll never get used to and wants to feel a lot more often.]
Always wanted to test out just how much hot water I have.