Son of a Witch

Bucky filed that reaction away for later; the cabin didn't have the right kind of supplies for that kind of play — and he never imagined he'd need to pack those kinds of supplies alongside survival gear and essentials. Note to self for next time, apparently.

"Ain't a competition. Jus' want you to enjoy yourself." Bucky didn't want the good kind of exhausted to bleed into the bad kind of exhausted. "We've got at least a couple days before the storm clears. I don't mind resting a little now, getting warm again, and keeping you up all night after a nap." He was still very interested, especially with Billy sitting astride his lap, but realistically they hadn't had the easiest trek here. And the floor was starting to feel cold.

"Maybe we shower, get warmed up. Maybe we play a little in the shower. Then we roll around in that big bed together? What do you think?"