[ Steve looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, clipping the garters into place. He's done himself up tonight the way he knows Bucky loves, wanting to surprise him when he comes home after a long debriefing of the Winter Soldier's missions and HYDRA's activity. They're always rough on him, those sessions; he'll be exhausted when he comes home and sometimes worse, sometimes sunk into a bleak, distant mood that Steve will spend a long time working him out of. It's worth it to try to head some of that off by surprising him with the new garments he hasn't yet worn: with any luck, lust will take care of the rest.
He knows Bucky likes to see him in black lace, so that was what he concentrated on. He has new panties, and a pair of stockings that roll all the way up his thighs, the garters clipped into place; he's wearing heels, not too high but dainty, feminine, and a black corset that gently compresses his narrow ribs. He'd even thought about makeup, but decided against it. He's pink enough, his lips bitten to a sweet red blush.
Hearing the door open and close, Steve wavers in place; he should walk out to Bucky, strut the new lingerie as boldly as you please, and he smiles with wry embarrassment at himself in the mirror before calling out. ] Buck? I'm in here.
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[ Steve looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, clipping the garters into place. He's done himself up tonight the way he knows Bucky loves, wanting to surprise him when he comes home after a long debriefing of the Winter Soldier's missions and HYDRA's activity. They're always rough on him, those sessions; he'll be exhausted when he comes home and sometimes worse, sometimes sunk into a bleak, distant mood that Steve will spend a long time working him out of. It's worth it to try to head some of that off by surprising him with the new garments he hasn't yet worn: with any luck, lust will take care of the rest.
He knows Bucky likes to see him in black lace, so that was what he concentrated on. He has new panties, and a pair of stockings that roll all the way up his thighs, the garters clipped into place; he's wearing heels, not too high but dainty, feminine, and a black corset that gently compresses his narrow ribs. He'd even thought about makeup, but decided against it. He's pink enough, his lips bitten to a sweet red blush.
Hearing the door open and close, Steve wavers in place; he should walk out to Bucky, strut the new lingerie as boldly as you please, and he smiles with wry embarrassment at himself in the mirror before calling out. ] Buck? I'm in here.