Stucky One Shots

Dancing on the Kitchen Tiles (its all about you)

They stood in the dark of the kitchen, pressed chest to chest, neither of them moving or speaking. The blonde broke the silence. 
"Bucky," he whispered; a metal hand moved and cupped the back of his head. 
"Yeah, Stevie?" 
"We're married. We're husbands now." Bucky gently kissed his head and held him close, the metal hand still cradling his head to his chest, his other arm around the shorter man's waist. He gently lifted him just off the floor so steve was stood on his feet. "Always did have two left feet." Bucky remained silent and started just rocking from side to side, holding his Steve close to his chest in a dance, full of love, longing and the desire that's waited almost a hundred years to be released.