[All of Bucky's breath exhales at once in a rushing, groaning gasp, his head falling back even as he tries to keep his eyes on Petre. His leg stretches and bends, sliding along Petre's side.]
God... I could... I could never imagine you were anyone else, you're too... you... burn too bright...
[It's not really dirty, but it's all he can think of.]
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God... I could... I could never imagine you were anyone else, you're too... you... burn too bright...
[It's not really dirty, but it's all he can think of.]