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Bucky rolled his eyes as Tony plastered himself to his back.
“Hey, I'm working here!” he protested.
“Mmm, yes, smells delicious,” Tony said, pressing distracting kisses to Bucky’s neck. “What is it?”
“Strawberry pie. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you’re home early.”
“Aww, sweetheart, you know I don’t need any help in bed, not with you being all gorgeous.” Tony accompanied this perplexing non sequitur with a firm squeeze to Bucky’s ass.
Bucky set his pastry cutter down and turned to face Tony. “What are you talking about?”
“Strawberries!” Tony said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Tony sometimes forgot most people weren’t at Jarvis’s level of following his rapid-fire brain. “Strawberries are an aphrodisiac, you are making strawberry pie as a treat for me, ergo…” Tony gestured expansively.
“That had absolutely not occurred to me,” Bucky told him.
“As well it shouldn’t. As if I have any trouble getting going when my boyfriend is as smoking hot as you are.” Tony gave him a very obvious once-over. Bucky laughed at him. Only Tony would get hot over him in his flour-dusted apron with his hair tied up haphazardly under a bandana and his left arm covered in a glove. His baking glove made him look like he was planning to give an ultrasound to a horse, but it was better than having butter go rancid between the plates of his hand.
“So why strawberry pie, then?” Tony asked once he had finished ogling Bucky’s thighs.
Bucky bit his lip. “I remembered my mom’s recipe.”
Tony’s grin shifted from lascivious to joyful. “Oh that’s great! The Barnes Family Strawberry Pie. Can’t wait to taste it!”
Bucky smiled back. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I hope it comes out okay.”
“Are you kidding? Of course it’ll be delicious! Everything you make is delicious.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “You’re biased,” he pointed out. “And it’ll never get done if you don’t get out of my kitchen.” He made a shooing gesture at Tony.
“Alright, alright, I’ll let you work your magic,” Tony said, raising his hands and backing away, and Bucky turned back to his pie dough with a fond smile. It was always nice to stumble upon pleasant memories, and now he would make a new one with Tony to add to the growing collection. And apparently aphrodisiac qualities of strawberries aside, he would hardly object to making some more intimate memories later. After the pie was done.