A Little Calm...

Savour the Melody

My Funny Valentine - Frank Sinatra

You've been dancing all night with Bucky, some fast, some slow. Surprisingly, he's had to hold back a little so that you can keep up.
You're both taking a breather with a drink at your table, watching the room full of people dancing and having a good time.

Y/n
"How on earth did you pull all of this off?"

Bucky
"Well, I originally just wanted to see if any of the old spots I used to come to were still active. Then I found out one of them got converted into this place and the idea grew from there."

You watch his face as he talks about what it used to be like, how it was a lively pub with a speak easy downstairs that's now been filled in.

Y/n
"Does it feel like it used to?"

Bucky
"Mostly. Some things are different though. Nobody smoking, better booze..."

You both laugh as he gestures towards his whiskey with wide eyes. There's a moment of quiet as you just sit, smiling at him. He genuinely seems happy and relaxed here; not something you can say about many places. Getting nervous under your gaze, he then takes you by the hand and pulls you up onto the dance floor.

Bucky
"Enough talking. I believe the last time I danced to this song I got clocked in the jaw by an angry husband before it finished."

Y/n
"Uh oh, let's hope mines not around here somewhere."

Bucky
"You're funny."

Walking slowly backwards, he leads you into the middle as people sway around you. When he stops, he guides your free hand to the back of his neck and holds your other close to his chest. You rest your head on his cheek as his hand traces its way to the arch of you back.