Bucky pulled the blanket up, tucking it nervously over his left arm to hide the stump then asked, reaching for Steve's hand, "If I have nightmares.... will you wake me up? I don't... I don't want to be trapped in a dream." All he dreamt about was what they had done, what they were going to do.
He was tired, and warm, and if he wasn't exactly comfortable, at least Steve was here to keep him safe. He pushed his fingers against the back of Steve's hand, wanting the touch but not wanting to ask for it. He wasn't sure if he could ask for touch, not sure if Steve would take that as permission to touch him whenever he wanted. He wanted it to be on his own terms and not anybody else's.
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Date: 2014-06-05 08:10 pm (UTC)He was tired, and warm, and if he wasn't exactly comfortable, at least Steve was here to keep him safe. He pushed his fingers against the back of Steve's hand, wanting the touch but not wanting to ask for it. He wasn't sure if he could ask for touch, not sure if Steve would take that as permission to touch him whenever he wanted. He wanted it to be on his own terms and not anybody else's.