If Steve found out that Bucky had been neglecting himself again (no matter that this was because Bucky was in a hurry to look for him), Bucky would be in for a long lecture about taking care of himself. At least when they were together he could make sure Bucky ate well, like he was doing right now. The fruit platter that was sent up was as good as the sandwiches and the soup, maybe even better as it contained a few of the more exotic varieties that he usually didn't buy for himself. While he didn't moan at the taste, he couldn't help but lick up any leftover juice left on his fingers from the fruit.

He knew he shouldn't be encouraging this bad habit of distracting Bucky while he was eating but he just couldn't help himself, especially not when Bucky started this thing himself. And when Bucky finally caught his mouth in the middle of a kiss with a long, deep moan he couldn't help deepening the kiss, chasing the taste of fruit back into Bucky's own mouth with his tongue.