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Steve had waited far too long to sleep in the same bed as Bucky. He had dreamed up the scenario so many times that he was certain what the experience would be like: sweet tenderness, whispered confessions (pillow talk, as he heard), and waking up with twin tired smiles. But of course, their first night together was nothing like that.
They both dozed off, and in Steve’s dream, Bucky was caressing his face. It was so real, he woke up, feeling cool metal touching his chin.
Then the hand moved down, down from his chin to wrap around his throat.