[It’s probably a good thing that they can’t actually read each other’s thoughts because Bucky would honestly wonder where he’d failed in things if he knew that Steve had ever thought he could be in any way disappointing. No, this is honestly perfect, soft music filling the kitchen, coffee on the horizon and a night to spend figuring this out. He can’t possibly ask for more.

Well, except maybe another attempt at dancing, and that’s less about dancing and more about feeling Steve moving with him.]

I like the sound of that. I’ll even let you keep your eyes open this time if you relax a little.

[The hand on Steve’s waist nudges him into motion again before slipping to the small of his back to bring them a little closer. Steve should be able to pick up rhythm and motion both by the movements of Bucky’s hips — whether or not he can follow remains to be seen.]