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It was a comfortable silence between them as all things were, comfortable, reliable, safe. So when Steve spoke up, stormy eyes flashed towards him from the position Bucky was sitting in, between Steve’s thick thighs, Bucky’s favorite place to be.
“Let me braid your hair…” Steve asked a little bit too excitedly. He couldn’t help it, Bucky didn’t grow his hair out when they were younger, always cut it when it got too long, Bucky complaining about it getting into his eyes and being too hot, but now, with a little bit of wooing and begging, Bucky’s beautiful brown hair was to his shoulders, a perfect length for two braids.
Bucky didn’t miss a beat though. “Why?”
Steve rolled his eyes “because I want to…” he whined and was not ashamed of it.
“You always want to do something with me, Stevie…” Bucky murmured suggestively.
Steve’s face flushed red and Bucky couldn’t help but smirk.
“Whatever, can I braid your hair or not?…” Steve asked in mock frustration.
Bucky waved his arm “yeah, yeah, knock yourself out big guy.”
A pause then “but if you put those stupid butterfly clips in my hair we’re gonna fight.”
Steve couldn’t help but giggle.