The sheets covering the beds were, for lack of any better word, a mess. The pillows were a little flattened with all of the prior movement and pressure, and the floor was littered with various different items of clothing.

By the looks (and previous sounds) of the bedroom, you and Bucky had very much enjoyed yourselves for the past few hours.

You were contentedly splayed out across the mattress, only in Bucky’s shirt as the sheets were haphazardly thrown over your body. Bucky, ever the gentleman, made sure you were clean and comfortable, stuffing an extra pillow under your head as you slowly came down from the high and took some time to rest.

Bucky was still bare, sat up with the sheets only covering his legs and his hair still messy and ruffled (he didn’t really care to fix it up just yet).

His body was angled to face you, and instead of being tired or worn out, he was just… Talking, whilst you simply laid there and listened. And by God, was he talking. The TV show you were both watching at the moment really had him hooked.

“I mean, why would she leave him for a guy she just met? He could be a total ass and be working for the bad guy or something-“ He rambled, his hand reaching up and resting on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze as he continued to rant.