[Sprawled out and boneless against the bed, Steve winces and covers his face with his hand.]
Fuck.
[The post coital bliss is fading and embarrassment is setting in. How much of that did Natasha hear? He's such a shitty friend he should have thought to just be honest with her as soon as they got back to the room instead of letting his dick do the thinking and jumping right in.
He reaches blindly for Bucky's hand, needing the skin contact, the reassurance that there's at least one thing today he hasn't fucked up and give him courage to call out louder to Natasha.]
S-sorry Nat. I should have sent you a text at least, uh, earlier. I got a little... carried away.
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Fuck.
[The post coital bliss is fading and embarrassment is setting in. How much of that did Natasha hear? He's such a shitty friend he should have thought to just be honest with her as soon as they got back to the room instead of letting his dick do the thinking and jumping right in.
He reaches blindly for Bucky's hand, needing the skin contact, the reassurance that there's at least one thing today he hasn't fucked up and give him courage to call out louder to Natasha.]
S-sorry Nat. I should have sent you a text at least, uh, earlier. I got a little... carried away.