[There's a smirk tugging at Zemo's lips as he steps closer to Bucky, hardly caring if anyone finds it a bit suspiciously close or not as he idly looks over the selection.
He tries not to be possessive... Bucky isn't any quite his after all, but-- there's a thrill that goes through him at the thought of the man in his color. Just a private little statement where they could never declare anything without others thinking them absolutely mad.
A private reminder to Bucky who he is returning to bed with for the foreseeable future.]
It would suit you as well, of course... [He tilts his head up, meeting Bucky's eyes.]
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[There's a smirk tugging at Zemo's lips as he steps closer to Bucky, hardly caring if anyone finds it a bit suspiciously close or not as he idly looks over the selection.
He tries not to be possessive... Bucky isn't any quite his after all, but-- there's a thrill that goes through him at the thought of the man in his color. Just a private little statement where they could never declare anything without others thinking them absolutely mad.
A private reminder to Bucky who he is returning to bed with for the foreseeable future.]
It would suit you as well, of course... [He tilts his head up, meeting Bucky's eyes.]
Especially for our dinner tonight.