Slow Dancing & Apple Pie

Nineteen

Bucky couldn't settle to anything. It was easier earlier, when he had an actual task and goal to deal with. Cleaning up the destruction he and Steve did to the living room, subsequently shopping for replacements, and then putting those replacements into the apartment had taken up most of the morning and into the late afternoon.

However, that part was done, and now he was left feeling out of sorts and antsy as he and Steve waited for you to come home. Steve was currently sitting in his armchair, the quiet scratching of his pencil over the page going along with the quiet music he was playing.

He kept trying to read, but he'd get through one page and need to get up again. Pacing to the bedrooms and back again. Stalking over to the windows and glaring out, and even occasionally walking to the door, opening it and sticking his head out.

"Bucky," Steve finally said with a sigh. "Will you knock it off?"

"Did you feel like this?" Bucky demanded, coming back into the living room after looking out the hall again.

"Like what?" Steve asked, not bothering to look up, concentrating on the shading of Bucky's hand in his sketch.

"I don't know," Bucky huffed. "It doesn't feel right."

"What doesn't?"

Sitting down, only to pop back up, Bucky stalked back over to the windows to stare out again. "I don't know man. Since she left this morning, I want her back. I don't like that she's not near."

"Oh, that," Steve said, moving on to shading on your leg now. "Yeah, that's the bond settling into place. Don't worry, it'll let up in a few days."

"Days? I don't want to feel like this for days?" Bucky said, tugging hands through his hair. "How'd you get through it?"

Now, Steve looked up, grinning a little. "We had sex on pretty much every flat and semi-flat surface in her apartment."

Interest sparked. "Really?"

Steve hummed. "Yes. Sex was a really easy way to keep her near so that I didn't have to deal with the separation anxiety."

"I wonder if I could finagle that," Bucky muttered, moving back over to the couch and sitting down to pick up his book again.

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure that will work." Steve said, eyes dropping back down to the sketch he was making of the two of you.

"Why not? If it worked for you, it should work for me right?"

"Because, Buck, she's been out of work for nearly two weeks now and she doesn't like being away that long. I don't think she'll agree to hole up with you in the apartment for a few more days."

Bucky cursed, standing back up and pacing to the window again. It felt like there was an itching under his skin that nothing would satisfy. Nothing except for you. Sitting on the couch with his leg bouncing and fingers tapping on his knee, he makes it five minutes before he asked, "When is she going to get home?"

"I have no idea. When she gets here."

Growling, Bucky stood up and stalked back out of the living room. With a shake of his head, Steve can't help but chuckle. Not that he didn't have sympathy for Bucky, he did,it was just amusing to see the alpha he always knew as being staunchly against having an omega matestaunchly, going a little nuts over one.

"What about you?"

Steve blinked and looked up at Bucky standing in the doorway. "What about me?"

"What if we have sex?"

Eyebrows lifting, Steve tapped his pencil on his sketchbook, considering for a moment. "Well, it would be a way for you to pass the time, but it's not going to satisfy that itchy urge you're dealing with."