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“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”
Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”
You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.
“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”
“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.
“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”
If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.
“Does it now?”
“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your laughter cut off the rest of that sentence.
Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.
He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.
Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.
“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”
He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”
You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.
Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”
Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.
“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.
A beat of silence passed.
“Just one,” you said, nervously.
He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.
“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”
You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”
Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”