you were laying down on the couch, reading with your head in bucky’s lap. and it’s peaceful and quiet.

and yet, somehow, it ends with you being in his lap and making out with him, your book deserted on the end of the couch, half opened against the cushions.

it’s completely forgotten as the kiss grows hot and heavy for you both, especially since you’d barely had sex in a while — you’d both been too busy with everything that’s been going on.