Zemo and Bucky are slouching on the sofa, watching something ordinary on tv. Shoulders touching, Zemo with his feet tucked up underneath him and his head on Bucky’s shoulder.
Zemo sighs, his fingers tracing little circles on the inside of Bucky’s thigh.
‘James, Kitten, pass me the remote, please.’
‘You’re closest. You get it.’
‘I’m a Baron, dear one. Do you really want me to get it myself?’
Bucky chuckles, his shoulders moving, causing Zemo to raise his head.
‘It’s over there, Dear One,’ Bucky murmurs sarcastically, pointing to the low table on Zemo’s side of the couch.
‘But I am sooo comfortable,’ bemoans Zemo, batting those gorgeous eyelashes at Bucky.
‘Look, Sweetheart, I’m going to have to lean over you to get it. You won’t be comfortable then.’
‘My plan is working,’ smirks Zemo.
‘If you just want a smooch, Baby. Just say so.’
Zemo smiles like pure joy. ‘Smooch me, James.’
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