Your Touch, Your Skin (Oh Where Do I Begin?),by biggrstaffbunch

Steve scrambles to look less unhinged. “Whoops,” he responds, shifting so he’s propped up against his headboard, blanket tangled around his knees.  “Thought your ugly mug was the joke. Got distracted.”

There are a lot of possible answers to Steve’s attempt at gentle ribbing, but the last one that he’d ever expect is the one Bucky actually gives.

“Not too ugly to get you going,” he says, eyebrow raised.

Mature, post-WS. Bucky starts fondling household appliances. Steve, with the help of Sam and Natasha, starts to wonder whether he might want to fondle something else.