Wild At Heart
“So,” Bucky says over the sudden pounding of Steve’s heart. He’s shaking slightly, can feel the quiver in his fingertips, adrenaline, nerves, and maybe-
“So,” Steve replies, and his voice is steadier than he expected. It seems to be what Bucky’s waiting for, because he lifts a hand, pauses.
As if Steve would say no. He nods, sharp, eyes on Bucky’s face.
Bucky’s finger’s brush his chest, and it’s like a live wire, sparking outwards, jolting. His grip tightens, and he realises his hands have ended up on Bucky’s hips, without conscious effort. Bucky, his soulmate.
“You,” Bucky says as if he hadn’t believed it, wonder in his eyes, a glint of something more. It takes Steve a moment to place it, and when he does it sends a shiver up his spine. Anticipation.
Steve's volunteering when he meets his soulmate, and the cheetahs Bucky's responsible for make pretty good matchmakers, too.
- Part 1 of Wild At Heart
It’s typical, really. He never really did the big VD thing, even the last time he was dating, but now that he has Steve – his literal actual soulmate – he finds himself not necessarily wanting all of the performative stuff but wanting Steve.
And it’s pathetic, really, he thinks. He’s gone so long without anyone or anything, then he dates a guy for six months and now he’s almost crying with how much he wants to just see his dorky smile, curl up against his chest. Bucky hates it, hates that his stupid emotions are all over the place because of a stupid holiday.
- Part 2 of Wild At Heart