A Little Calm...

Hitched Breath

If You Love Her - Forest Blakk

You're still holding each other's gaze when you notice the mood around you change. You both break the tension and look around to see couples moving off and on to the dance floor. You look back at one another before awkwardly reforming your dance hold.
You begin to sway to the beat, staying close to one another but avoiding eye contact.

Y/n
"Can I ask you something?"

You finally glance at each other, but only for a second.

Bucky
"Sure..."

You smile slightly before you ask, thinking that you already know the answer.

Y/n
"Is that the first time you've danced since 1945?"

Bucky stops slightly and furrows his brows before breathing out sharply in a laugh.

Bucky
"Uh... 43 actually."

Your smile grows a little as you turn to look at him.

Y/n
"Guess it's like riding a bike."

He looks back at you and with that, the tension is broken. You're just staying in the moment, swaying to the beat. When he smiles at you, you try to hide your blush. It's only then that you see the lack of distance between you two.

Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

It all starts to rush over you. The sound of his breathing. The feel of his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Your breathing becomes heavier and your limbs grow rigid, causing Bucky to notice your change In demeanour.

Bucky
"Do you wanna grab some air?"

You look up at him, still trying to catch your breath, and nod.

He takes you by the hand and leads you through the crowd and towards the balcony. Once you're holding onto the railing, he closes the door behind you and takes a few steps to keep some distance.

Still with heavy breath, you manage to utter some words.

Y/n
"I'm sorry, I just-"

He cuts you off

Bucky
"You don't have to apologise, I get it. I shouldn't have-"

You turn around, still holding on to the metal bar.

Y/n
"No, honestly. I just have this thing with personal space recently."

Bucky stops and waits for you to continue. It takes you a second to gather the right words.

Y/n
"When I blipped, I was in the middle of getting my bag wrestled off of me by some thug who had me pinned to the floor. I'm not great with being touched sometimes."

Bucky
"I'm sorry."

Y/n
"It's not your fault, just something I'm dealing with. I'm fine most of the time, I just get too in my head about it."

There's a moment of quiet. It wasn't this awkward before was it? Before tonight? It's like there's something you both want to say but neither of you have the guts to say it first. You walk over to him, but he refuses to look you in the eye. You stand a few inches away trying to find his gaze, but he just looks at the floor.

Y/n
"Hey, look at me."

He gives in. All you can see is guilt in his eyes. Desperate to prove that it isn't his fault, you decide to test your limits. You won't do anything you're not comfortable with, but this is something you've wanted to do since the end of your dance.
You look at his lips as you speak in a slight whisper.

Y/n
"Just... let me try something..."

You close your eyes and lean in slightly. As your foreheads touch, he senses what you're about to do. He too closes his eyes as your noses brush each other slightly. Eventually, you can't take the drumroll anymore, and press your lips to his.