"I mean it used to be like batteries, and rope and mission things. Though I guess those could be sexy things too..." he mused, and then laughed shyly. "Lube- now. Obviously. In case we're caught without magic again. Or otherwise too occupied for a spell."

The chill was more welcome now that Bucky had gotten his blood flowing. "Same," he breathed ineloquently, and then laughed again, "With the liking, and the sex, and...god, I can't be this lucky."