"Mhm, and then something better came along.. Your fault, really. You have been terribly sweet today." Even if there's some paranoid part of Zemo that insists he is only doing it because of anatomy changes. It's hard to dwell on it when there are fingers in his hair or lips on his skin.

"I think our action hero is trapped among terrorists," Zemo explains absently, breathing out a contented sigh at the soft kisses and nips. He won't fall asleep like this, but it is coaxing him to relax, to let his mind wander to far more pleasant things, only half paying attention to their movie. "He is trying to fit in."

There's a light chuckle. "No, and not the cat either. You have made your choice to keep your ring on, James. That means we are still very much on a honeymoon... perhaps truly this time. That means I want to enjoy time with my husband."

And pretend it doesn't feel strange on his tongue. Husband. Not in a bad way or anything, but it is not a word he thought he would use.