"Nah, I'm gonna stop in the middle and leave you hanging," Bucky says dryly. "Yes, I'm gonna keep this up."

The idea of stopping right now sounds like torture, anyway, and he's had enough of that in life. When he moves, he sets a faster pace than maybe he should but he tries to make up for it by kissing along her neck and shoulder in a way that's a little bit more romantic than just doing what he wants and being done with it. The apple makes him just want to fuck her in the mattress however that comes to be but he has standards when it comes to these things.

He's never looked at Wanda in a sexual way before. He hadn't been ready to look at anyone that way when he first left the Winter Soldier behind and then when he could have looked at someone, possibly, the whole world was at war and Wanda was in love with Vision. He isn't the kind of guy to steal glances at someone else's girl. Now, though, he wonders how he didn't see it. Her hair is soft and beautiful, she has pale, luminous skin and her eyes are the purest green. Shit. He's getting sappy in his old age too.

He thinks all of these things but what he says is that she's beautiful, she feels good, that he wants her. He hopes they're the right things to say.