As much as she hates the idea of having to move off of his lap, his words make her tremble a bit with anticipation. She had been ready to precede without protection, deciding to chance it. Thank God at least Bucky has some self-control.

Mary very reluctantly pulls herself away from him, giving him one last kiss before climbing off of his lap and out of the tub. As she moves into the bedroom, she sways her hips suggestively, throwing a look at him over her shoulder. She returns a moment later with the small square packet, which she hands to him before getting back into the tub.

Mary gives him room to open it and put the condom on, though in the meantime her hands are all over his skin - his thighs, the muscles in his chest.