( how is one supposed to have a single chill on a beach???
her disappointment hits sharply though, even for as much as he has plenty of excuses to continue bolstering his defensiveness with. he doesn't want to disappoint her. they've seen too much of it already, and now he's only adding to it. brow pinched with frustration, he looks to her pleading for some grace. after all, he did come here without needing to be literally dragged, so bucky is still putting in some proper effort, here, even if it's not lining up exactly the way either of them would prefer it to. it doesn't make the soldier want to cut out his emotions any less, but that's a different problem.
to the initial question, he sighs, ) Well.
( —and then the shift of her hand, his breath catching in his throat. wait, wait, hold up—
she doesn't, of course. )
Jesus. ( that's the best he can muster with how quickly the blood rushes to his cheeks, ears, neck. his throat all too suddenly feels dry, and the soldier swallows hard to fight back for some composure. except that he can't tear his eyes away from hers.
no, he's very clearly the prey, right now, heartbeat thudding heavy in his ears. )
[ a nice quiet beach on a beautiful sunny, warm day? yeah, sounds like an impossible place to relax.
yelena doesn't mean to be disappointed, just that she worries. if she didn't care, it wouldn't bother her as much as it does. but she loves bucky and if he won't try to relax on his own, she'll make him do it. or try. and she does offer some reprieve before she resets his brain. she's not a monster.
yelena holds his gaze, watching as his body reacts. she smiles with satisfaction but she doesn't relent. with her hand on his shoulder, she places the other on his thigh as she shifts onto her knees. ]
No? [ she asks innocently, her hands linger for a moment. the one at his thigh squeezing gently before she pulls away. ] Maybe you are right. Wrong approach. [ yelena stands up suddenly and walks toward the water. ]
( luckily, his training helps with keeping his breath controlled in this situation, instead of wheezing like a beached whale dying of thirst.
thigh tensing under her touch, bucky has to swallow again to keep from letting his gaze flick downward. a huff answers the squeeze that follows, something between defiance and restraint, and when she then stands and walks away, he fights the urge to let his guard down again with the arrival of relief. no, she's definitely going to try something, still. that's her thing. that's why he loves her.
the question is what. )
What. Would you suggest otherwise? ( voice sounding a little hoarse, the soldier quickly clears his throat to mask the rattle. )
Maybe we need to ease you in! [ she calls as she reaches the water. yelena's rethinking her whole strategy on the fly. she'd hope the drive and the sun might have given him to time to get in the headspace needed to relax but she didn't know who she was fooling.
this is bucky. the only times he seems relaxed is when its just them in bed. so, she'll work him up nice and good. take him to the peak and hopefully, after, he'll be a little more pliable. but first, she needs to get him worked up. ]
Come on! [ she yells, pulling off her sarong and tossing it to the ground. ] Catch me and you get a prize!
You serious? ( about a prize, it's definitely incentive, especially when the tone clearly shifts to play. he loves a challenge. hell, they both do.
pushing himself up from the towel he'd been reclining on, bucky climbs to his feet. ) Like I'd ever let you get away from me!
( proverbially. there's balance between them, a deeply steeped emotion equilibrium tethering them together to a point that the soldier isn't sure either of them would know how to disentangle themselves if it really came down to it. the cost would perhaps be too great. )
You're on! ( he laughs, skipping after gleefully. )
[ yelena laughs and tosses her hat before running into the water. she knows she doesn't stand a chance against bucky, but that point isn't to win. the point is to have fun. she dives into the very cold water and starts swimming hard.
she figures play is better than trying to dive right into the hard stuff like laying in the sun. ]
Then come get me! [ she teases, when she stops swimming to look back at her lead. unsurprisingly it's not a big one and he's not fire behind her.
yelena scans the beach, there's not much to work with but there are some rocks to her right she could use to her advantage. she starts swimming parallel with the sand, slowly going inward. she's hoping she can lose him while he's not watching. she dives under the water, taking her time in an effort to lose him.
her lungs are aching by the time she crawls out of the water and into the rock. she's careful to check around the rocks, looking for the last place she saw him. ]
( there's beauty in the simple gesture of it, the casual toss of her sun hat as her head whips around, hair flipping back over her shoulder. carefree. is it really safe here? is it really okay for him to let his guard down?
he wants to. he wants so desperately to leave that ache in his chest behind.
laughing to himself, he charges after, matching her dive with his own as he lets instinct guide the rest. he hasn't swam properly in so long, the sensation as water glides across his skin tugging something old and familiar out from his memories as his arms throw powerful strokes to drive him forward. he'd gone to the beach often enough in his youth that he'd learned how to measure his distance in spite of the waves. waiting until he's a good 5 yards out, he bobs up again to look for where yelena might have snuck off to.
nothing notable above surface. but she'll have to come up for air, no? pressing out the air from his chest, he sinks a little to mask the top of his head with the waves, waiting for a glimpse.
nothing? but there must be movement somewhere, too. a break in a wave, or potentially a stray limb? ah, there. he catches what he thinks is an abnormal cut in the water as the wave pushes toward land and bobs under to swim closer. he's careful to keep his movement in line as he cuts through the water well under the surface, hoping the natural wake overhead will temper whatever breaks of his own he might send out. it's as he continues swimming that he realizes how refreshing the cool really feels.
when he comes up again, it's careful, head bobbing up the barest bit as before to try and find yelena. surely, there must be another sign. she can't have disappeared, right? )
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her disappointment hits sharply though, even for as much as he has plenty of excuses to continue bolstering his defensiveness with. he doesn't want to disappoint her. they've seen too much of it already, and now he's only adding to it. brow pinched with frustration, he looks to her pleading for some grace. after all, he did come here without needing to be literally dragged, so bucky is still putting in some proper effort, here, even if it's not lining up exactly the way either of them would prefer it to. it doesn't make the soldier want to cut out his emotions any less, but that's a different problem.
to the initial question, he sighs, ) Well.
( —and then the shift of her hand, his breath catching in his throat. wait, wait, hold up—
she doesn't, of course. )
Jesus. ( that's the best he can muster with how quickly the blood rushes to his cheeks, ears, neck. his throat all too suddenly feels dry, and the soldier swallows hard to fight back for some composure. except that he can't tear his eyes away from hers.
no, he's very clearly the prey, right now, heartbeat thudding heavy in his ears. )
I'm not sure those would help with relaxing.
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yelena doesn't mean to be disappointed, just that she worries. if she didn't care, it wouldn't bother her as much as it does. but she loves bucky and if he won't try to relax on his own, she'll make him do it. or try. and she does offer some reprieve before she resets his brain. she's not a monster.
yelena holds his gaze, watching as his body reacts. she smiles with satisfaction but she doesn't relent. with her hand on his shoulder, she places the other on his thigh as she shifts onto her knees. ]
No? [ she asks innocently, her hands linger for a moment. the one at his thigh squeezing gently before she pulls away. ] Maybe you are right. Wrong approach. [ yelena stands up suddenly and walks toward the water. ]
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thigh tensing under her touch, bucky has to swallow again to keep from letting his gaze flick downward. a huff answers the squeeze that follows, something between defiance and restraint, and when she then stands and walks away, he fights the urge to let his guard down again with the arrival of relief. no, she's definitely going to try something, still. that's her thing.
that's why he loves her.the question is what. )
What. Would you suggest otherwise? ( voice sounding a little hoarse, the soldier quickly clears his throat to mask the rattle. )
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this is bucky. the only times he seems relaxed is when its just them in bed. so, she'll work him up nice and good. take him to the peak and hopefully, after, he'll be a little more pliable. but first, she needs to get him worked up. ]
Come on! [ she yells, pulling off her sarong and tossing it to the ground. ] Catch me and you get a prize!
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You serious? ( about a prize, it's definitely incentive, especially when the tone clearly shifts to play. he loves a challenge. hell, they both do.
pushing himself up from the towel he'd been reclining on, bucky climbs to his feet. ) Like I'd ever let you get away from me!
( proverbially. there's balance between them, a deeply steeped emotion equilibrium tethering them together to a point that the soldier isn't sure either of them would know how to disentangle themselves if it really came down to it. the cost would perhaps be too great. )
You're on! ( he laughs, skipping after gleefully. )
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she figures play is better than trying to dive right into the hard stuff like laying in the sun. ]
Then come get me! [ she teases, when she stops swimming to look back at her lead. unsurprisingly it's not a big one and he's not fire behind her.
yelena scans the beach, there's not much to work with but there are some rocks to her right she could use to her advantage. she starts swimming parallel with the sand, slowly going inward. she's hoping she can lose him while he's not watching. she dives under the water, taking her time in an effort to lose him.
her lungs are aching by the time she crawls out of the water and into the rock. she's careful to check around the rocks, looking for the last place she saw him. ]
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he wants to. he wants so desperately to leave that ache in his chest behind.
laughing to himself, he charges after, matching her dive with his own as he lets instinct guide the rest. he hasn't swam properly in so long, the sensation as water glides across his skin tugging something old and familiar out from his memories as his arms throw powerful strokes to drive him forward. he'd gone to the beach often enough in his youth that he'd learned how to measure his distance in spite of the waves. waiting until he's a good 5 yards out, he bobs up again to look for where yelena might have snuck off to.
nothing notable above surface. but she'll have to come up for air, no? pressing out the air from his chest, he sinks a little to mask the top of his head with the waves, waiting for a glimpse.
nothing? but there must be movement somewhere, too. a break in a wave, or potentially a stray limb? ah, there. he catches what he thinks is an abnormal cut in the water as the wave pushes toward land and bobs under to swim closer. he's careful to keep his movement in line as he cuts through the water well under the surface, hoping the natural wake overhead will temper whatever breaks of his own he might send out. it's as he continues swimming that he realizes how refreshing the cool really feels.
when he comes up again, it's careful, head bobbing up the barest bit as before to try and find yelena. surely, there must be another sign. she can't have disappeared, right? )