You're sat on your boyfriend's lap while he writes up a report, he can tell you want his attention. Bucky smirks as he continues with his report, glancing at you as you shift around his lap in distress. He knows you want him and he would give you his attention, but he's busy. "Love, can't a man work in peace?" He chuckles, his eyes fully focused on the papers he's writing up on his desk. "Give me a show, doll. Ride my thigh."