[This is nice, sitting on the counter, kissing Steve, leaning closer while arms snake around his waist. It’s all nice, much nicer than it probably has a right to be. Much nicer than Bucky knows he deserves. Much nicer than he should want. But he can’t help wanting Steve, wanting this closeness and wanting to explore what it can become.

And if it’s more mornings like this with silly poetry and burnt breakfast, he will happily take every second of it, just to see Steve’s smile. Oh, and his scramble to deal with the burnt bits is pretty funny too!]

We can split that one and do a taste test. [Okay that makes no sense at all but he doesn’t even care.] Unless you want to just refrigerate the batter for later and go right to the kissing now.