Bucky had a list of very clear rules. One specific rule was no touching.

Yes, he was technically dating Steve. That had been a show and a half -- face burning, standing awkwardly in front of him, he'd forced himself to lock eyes and squeak out his question. Steve had said yes, and the rest was history.

And yes, Bucky had had a very specific rule about touching -- no. No touching. Steve had been respectful about it, hadn't asked, and never did.

Lately, though, as he grew more comfortable with the idea, Bucky considered the thought. A brush of a hand here, pressing up closer there, until he got used to it.

He thought and thought about it, stomach dropping and pulse quickening as he considered what it would mean. He knew he was comfortable with himself, minus the arm, so that really wasn't an issue.

It was just... someone else touching him. Since Hydra he hadn't come into any contact with anyone. Even accepting a hug had him flinching and turning his face away.

But, slowly, it was getting better. So yes, he was more comfortable with Steve, and tried to show it.

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He leaned against him hesitantly and Steve glanced at him. "Is this okay?"

Bucky smiled shyly and nodded. Steve wrapped his arms around him and Bucky relaxed against him. 

"I think... I think it's okay. To, uh, you know... " He turned redder. Steve nodded in understanding.

"You just let me know, okay?"

Bucky smiled and nodded as Steve held him. Bucky hesitantly pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth and Steve smiled softly.

"I like this," Bucky said quietly as he looked up at him. "It's different, but it's good."

"I'm glad," Steve hummed. Bucky closed his eyes and smiled contentedly to himself as he and his boyfriend both drifted off.

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Yeah, this one was a bit slow, but a slower one was sort of what I wanted anyway.