Bucky looked warm and content half sprawled over him and so Steve was too, feeling languid and relaxed himself from the pleasure they took in each other. This might not be their own bed or the pillow fort in their apartment in Brooklyn but there was no interruptions, their bellies were full with good food and the bed was comfortable. The hours he spent under HYDRA's 'care' seemed like a distant memory right now though no doubt later he'll have to go through a full debrief with the rest of the Avengers. Since he as technically on vacation he could sleep in the next morning if he wished though force of habit would probably have him up early in the morning.

The dirty tissues were tossed in the direction of where he knew the garbage basket was but he didn't bother to check they made it in, instead promising himself he'll clean up tomorrow morning. Cleaning staff had better things to do and even though this was a small thing he didn't want to cause them extra work. "The space issue still remains though. If we 'roll around' in one, no matter it's here or at home, we'll still be in danger of getting buried in cushions and blankets." Steve huffed a sigh and brushed a kiss against Bucky's cheekbone. As usual he couldn't see himself saying no to Bucky. "You'll have to get off me so I can get the cushions if you want to set up the cushion fort on the bed."