Dancing in the 21st Century
Summary: You and Bucky are dancing around each other in more ways than one.
Warnings: Implied smut
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader
A/N: Pure fluff with just a teensy bit of implied smut. I’m not sure but I may turn this into a series? First Marvel fic (I normally write Supernatural but I’m not by any means a prolific writer) I’d love to know what you think!
"Oh c'mon, dance with me!”
"I'm just fine with my drink, thanks," Bucky chuckled, nodding as he raised his glass to her. He wouldn't admit it, but seeing her so lighthearted was catching.
It was a rare night off and Y/N was a little drunk, dancing around the compound's living room after having asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to make one too many bourbon old fashioneds on a mostly empty stomach.
"Pleeeeaase?" she begged, pouting and grabbing his hand, trying to pull him to his feet. The super soldier let her pull and tug on his metal arm, not even budging in his seat.
"Alright, fine, but only if you promise not to make that sound again," he relented, after she made a particularly pitiful whining noise.
She practically squealed in response, bouncing on the balls of her feet a couple of times before turning her back to him, glancing over her shoulder as she began to move to the music.
"Do you hear yourself? You can be downright scary but then... so..." Bucky almost said adorable, but caught himself and instead saying, "This. Which I suppose is still scary." Something else that scared him? The fact that he wasn't sure he knew how to dance anymore. Feeling somewhat embarrassed and very unsure before he'd even moved, he froze, glass still in hand. "Okay I haven't danced in a very long time and-"
"C'mere old man," she teased, turning to face him, "I'll help you. I doubt dancing has changed all that much, you just move to the music." She grabbed his hands before swaying her hips, and with a quick spin her back was flush against his chest, her arms crossed in front of her, having never let go. The uncomfortable tension radiated off him in waves, his body stiff and unmoving despite her attempts. Worried that he would change his mind and go back to nursing his drink, an idea quickly formed in her mind as she unclasped his hands and turned back to face him. "Ok, I'll ease you into it. Do you see my phone anywhere?"
Confused and curious, Bucky glanced around until he spied it, handing it to her. "Ease me into it, how exactly?"
She quickly typed something in before scrolling a few times, smiling mischievously as the lyrics of “You Make Me Feel So Young,” came through the speaker. Bucky raised a seemingly unamused eyebrow.
”Sorry, I had to!” she giggled before turning the song to a pop jazz cover of “Fly Me to the Moon.”
Bucky laughed at her apology, setting down his drink with a lopsided smirk. “You absolutely are not sorry.”
“Maybe not.”
“Brat.”
“You have no idea.” Shit. Y/N cursed her alcohol soaked brain as she hoped to god that he didn’t hear or didn’t know what she had meant. But she also really liked seeing this side of him; seeing him joke around with her and smile made it easy to picture him prior to the war and really brought Steve’s stories of him being a trouble making scamp to life.
Gentleman that he was, the comment slid past him with no outward reaction. Internally, though, images came unbidden to the forefront of his mind, ones that he quickly tried to banish. Particularly the one of her on her knees in front of him, her Y/E/C eyes wide and looking up at him through her lashes. No. Enough of that.
Her voice filtered through his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. “Bucky? Are you alright?” Her brow was furrowed and eyes were full of concern.
“Hm? Uh, yeah, I’m fine.”
“I can choose a different song if you’d like,” she offered, already scrolling through her phone.
He gently laid a hand on her wrist, stopping her. “The song is fine,” he assured her, chuckling a little. “Promise.” Bucky cleared his throat a couple of times before flashing a cocky grin, and held his hands out to her in a silent invitation to dance. “Now, what was this about easing me into 21st century dancing?”
