One corner of Gale’s mouth ticks upward. John wants to press his thumb to it. Gale has to know John is looking, but he doesn’t protest it, doesn’t try to stop it. He doesn’t even look back, as if content to let himself be watched.
They’ve been dancing around this for so long now that even Gale, with his two left feet, is an expert at it. He could dance it without music, upside down, and backward, and still make it look pretty. They linger and the music begins. They lock eyes and take that first step. They laugh and twirl in time, easy and free. It feels weightless. It feels like an anchor. One day, they’ll cut the chain loose and see where the wind takes them.
Source: my type – Chapter 1, by mercess – Masters of the Air (TV 2024) [Archive of Our Own]
Adult. This fic is like a beautiful dance indeed, as Bucky and Gale decide to try some new steps on the wing of a plane (of course)…