Bucky doesn't linger long in the shower, he's aching to get back on that bed and curl up next to Steve. Maybe they didn't intend to book a single bedroom, but... he really isn't complaining about it, personally.
When he emerges a little while later, he has no shirt and a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips. He smirks a little at the image of Steve, already relaxing with a book. Bucky ruins it in two seconds flat--
He crosses the room to crawl back onto the bed, where he gracefully drapes himself into Steve's lap, staring up at him, "What're you reading, anyway?" he asks, trying to crane his neck to see the title but it's hard to tell from where he is.
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When he emerges a little while later, he has no shirt and a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips. He smirks a little at the image of Steve, already relaxing with a book. Bucky ruins it in two seconds flat--
He crosses the room to crawl back onto the bed, where he gracefully drapes himself into Steve's lap, staring up at him, "What're you reading, anyway?" he asks, trying to crane his neck to see the title but it's hard to tell from where he is.