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Being with Nat was all that Bucky wanted, and it wasn't her fault he was feeling apprehensive when she pulled off his shirt and resumed kissing him; still, she must have sensed something, shifting back to look at him, a question in her eyes about his sudden hesitancy.
"Does it bother you?" he asked, flexing his metal arm nervously.
"Are you kidding?" she countered, the look she gave him unmistakable as she encouraged both his arms around her naked body once again.