Sylvie Laufeydottir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the_variant) wrote2022-09-14 07:22 pm
the_variant) wrote2022-09-14 07:22 pm
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"Why are we here?"
Sylvie doesn't generally go shopping. Not for her clothing. It's easy enough to just cast a spell and change her clothes when she wants to, though she does have some good basics in her clothes. Expensive denim, a good pair of boots, shirts that are both functional and beautiful, as well as some t-shirts, and even one dress she'd purchased out of sheer fury when it was too warm for her to consider trousers. That's enough for her.
The boutique store they're in makes her uncomfortable. Somehow they've ended up here and she doesn't know why or how. Did he drug her to get her in here? Did he distract her somehow? It's his fault, she knows it is, because she wouldn't have come in here on her own.
The clothes are nice enough, she supposes, but that still doesn't tell her why.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" she almost demands of Bucky. Part of what she likes about him so much is that he's as functional and practical as she is. Somehow she can't imagine him in the baby blue sweater that hangs on the rack next to her, no matter how soft it looks.
Sylvie doesn't generally go shopping. Not for her clothing. It's easy enough to just cast a spell and change her clothes when she wants to, though she does have some good basics in her clothes. Expensive denim, a good pair of boots, shirts that are both functional and beautiful, as well as some t-shirts, and even one dress she'd purchased out of sheer fury when it was too warm for her to consider trousers. That's enough for her.
The boutique store they're in makes her uncomfortable. Somehow they've ended up here and she doesn't know why or how. Did he drug her to get her in here? Did he distract her somehow? It's his fault, she knows it is, because she wouldn't have come in here on her own.
The clothes are nice enough, she supposes, but that still doesn't tell her why.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" she almost demands of Bucky. Part of what she likes about him so much is that he's as functional and practical as she is. Somehow she can't imagine him in the baby blue sweater that hangs on the rack next to her, no matter how soft it looks.
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Bucky carries her into the bathroom and, as always, blushes slightly at the sight of the tub. It’s where the three of them first came together, back when Bucky had no idea how it all would work. Turns out that it just does, despite all the reasons it probably shouldn’t, and he’s grateful for that.
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t get on my knees and go down on you one more time?” He teases as he steps into the shower and closes the glass door behind them, finally setting Sylvie back down on her feet and grinning down at her, hands sliding up her sides. “Pity. I was even gonna let you pull my hair.”