[ it makes her laugh, she doesn't care what he brings.
but Donna is surprised to open the door and find him with a bag full of supplies instead of a bottle in hand. the preparation involved earns a smile, and she steps aside to let him in. now that they're both back in New York, she welcomes him to the place where she actually lives. her apartment isn't nearly as high tech (or as spacious) as the Tower. it's cozy; full of warm-lighting and carefully spaced out photographs, a combination of older items and distressed wood. she shuts the door and locks it, since well - it's New York, and they both have more than their fair share of enemies.]
I was under the impression I was getting you and maybe a bottle of vodka.
[ but she takes the bag from him and sets it on her counter, amusement settling over her features as she peeks inside.]
You never show up empty-handed, do you?
[ it reminds her of Christmas, when he'd basically tried breaking into the place, but he'd come with presents. there's a heat in her eyes even as Donna jokes about it; she'd sent him that text because she wanted him. the rest of it just reminds her that he's making an actual effort, and that means she's going to spend the rest of her evening making sure she wears him down for having gone to the trouble.
and also (maybe more honestly), just because she wants to. she abandons the bag on the counter and closes the distance between them, reaching up to ease a hand against the back of his neck and guide him into a warm, lingering kiss to welcome him to her place.]
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[ it makes her laugh, she doesn't care what he brings.
but Donna is surprised to open the door and find him with a bag full of supplies instead of a bottle in hand. the preparation involved earns a smile, and she steps aside to let him in. now that they're both back in New York, she welcomes him to the place where she actually lives. her apartment isn't nearly as high tech (or as spacious) as the Tower. it's cozy; full of warm-lighting and carefully spaced out photographs, a combination of older items and distressed wood. she shuts the door and locks it, since well - it's New York, and they both have more than their fair share of enemies.]
I was under the impression I was getting you and maybe a bottle of vodka.
[ but she takes the bag from him and sets it on her counter, amusement settling over her features as she peeks inside.]
You never show up empty-handed, do you?
[ it reminds her of Christmas, when he'd basically tried breaking into the place, but he'd come with presents. there's a heat in her eyes even as Donna jokes about it; she'd sent him that text because she wanted him. the rest of it just reminds her that he's making an actual effort, and that means she's going to spend the rest of her evening making sure she wears him down for having gone to the trouble.
and also (maybe more honestly), just because she wants to. she abandons the bag on the counter and closes the distance between them, reaching up to ease a hand against the back of his neck and guide him into a warm, lingering kiss to welcome him to her place.]
It's good to see you, Bucky.