@marredsaudade​ || continued

Sweat glistened on his chest, reflected from the strips of pale moon filtering into the room. Dark locks damp and tangled from his tossing and turning. Fingers scratch at the stubble at his neck, avoiding Wanda’s eyes and the somber expression he knows she’s wearing in her features. “I can’t ask you to do that.” But the latter, he craved. “Just stay with me.”

Wanda moved her hand to his hair, scratching his scalp, trying to comfort him. She liked to do so, not only because the guy deserve to have some calm in his life but because touching him made her feel good too. Like she connected with him when she didn’t always feel so. “I will stay as long as you want me to, Bucky.