Roswell (S. Rogers & B. Barnes)

16.

Roswell stands in her bedroom mirror looking over her outfit, she'd managed to track down a Captain America lingerie set on the internet and is setting up a surprise for Steve. She takes a breath and pulls the deep blue silk robe around her to tie up at the front. She's paired her outfit with matching blue heels and stockings and suspenders, she's gone all out. He damn well better not be late. She turns in the mirror again and smiles before leaving the bedroom behind her.

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Roswell sets two glasses on the coffee table along with a bottle of wine, she's hoping they'll have it after Steve's enjoyed his surprise, rather then before, that would mean she's done something wrong. She smiles as someone knocks on her door. She bounces over to the door and bites her lip before opening her robe, showing off the outfit, she takes a breath and opens the door.

"Hey" she greets. Only it's not Steve. It's Bucky on the other side. Bucky's eyes widen and Roswell gasps surprised wrapping her robe back around herself. "Oh my God" she whispers. "I thought you were going to be Steve"

"Yeah, no, I got that" Bucky mumbles trying not to think about what he just saw because he is already twitching in his pants. "I urm..." he looks away and clenches his jaw. He might have gotten over her if he didn't see how hot she really is. He could have imagined that she was covered in boils and warts and he could have imagined she was hideous. Now he knows she is not. She is actually hot. So very hot and tattooed. He's never found tattoos more attractive. "I should..." he stammers a little. "Go" he turns to leave, she grabs his arm.

"Wait" she begs a little. "You came to my door for something, what was it?" she asks him softly.

"Just...was gonna ask about your Christmas plans" he starts. "We can talk about that later" he rushes out wanting to escape. "After...tomorrow" he adds, she releases his hand and nod. Bucky flees. Fast. Roswell shuts the door and shakes her head a little.

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"Bucky?" Steve asks heading down the stairs as Bucky walks in, eyes still wide, hands clasped in fists at his side. "Buck, are you having an episode?" he asks moving to his friend, Bucky shakes his head.

"No" Bucky answers. "I urm..." he looks to Steve. "Accidentally saw your girlfriend in her underwear" Steve smirks a little. "I didn't mean to"

"I know that" Steve assures him.

"I knocked on her door and she was wearing....." Bucky draws off now thinking about Roswell in that lingerie set.

"Bucky" Steve waves his hand in front of Bucky's face, Bucky blinks and looks to him.

"You should...." Bucky starts motioning to the door. "Go see..." Steve pats him on the shoulder and then squeezes.

"You gonna be okay?" Bucky nods in answer and then shakes his head.

"I need a cold shower" he grumbles and walks away. "And a chemical eye wash" Steve watches him go, thoughtful. "And a brain transplant" Bucky adds to himself.

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Steve lets himself into Roswell's apartment, a smirk on his lips, he's never seen Bucky so flustered.

"I think you just scared Bucky" Steve teases shutting the door, knowing she's stood behind him. He smiles and then turns to her. His smile falling but it's not a bad thing. It's a holy crap his girlfriend is insanely hot. She smiles biting her lip, her hands on her hips, pulling a sort of supergirl pose in her underwear.

"What do you think?" she asks softly, self-consciousness settling into her bones, she lowers her hands a little as he steps closer to her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her. "It's too much?" she asks reaching for her robe, he stops her from pulling it around herself. He can see why Bucky had trouble. Is having trouble. He releases her hands and grabs her waist to pull her closer, lifting his eyes to hers.