Pairing: Bucky x reader (Jazz Muscian in the 20′s AU)
Word Count: 921
Summary: You go to the new speakeasy in the city to listen to some jazz
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge and the Roaring Twenties! @the-ss-horniest-book-club I decided to go with the jazz muscian AU and Bucky. I also may have a slight obsession with his hands and fingers. Hope you all enjoy, thank you all for reading! Much love ❤❤❤
Warnings: flirting, Bucky being super sexy, sexual tension, sultry jazz
With one last swipe of your red lipstick you check yourself in the mirror, giving a little shake as you watch your dress sparkle under the lights. Walking out of your apartment you head to the new speakeasy, The Back Room. Your friend Nat had been gushing about it since she went last week. She insisted you meet her tonight, assuring you the atmosphere and music would be well worth it.
You caught sight of the sign for Ratner’s restaurant, a small smirk playing on your lips as you enter. Searching for Nat you find her standing by a bookcase, her own dress glittering under the low lights. “There you are y/n! Come on! Let’s go.” A gentleman pulls the bookcase away from the wall, revealing a hidden staircase, “wow,” you whisper, looking wide eyed at Nat. “I know!” she giggles, grabbing your hand and leading you down.
Before you reach the bottom, your senses awaken to the heavy smell of smoke and the sultry sounds of jazz. The atmosphere is buzzing with electric energy, bodies packed in close as they dance or mingle at the bar. “Drinks first,” Nat says, pulling you through the mass toward the bar.
Sipping your cocktail from the teacup you scan the room, watching the crowd of people on the dance floor. “Let’s get closer to the stage,” you yell in Nat’s ear. Grabbing her hand, you move toward the front, swaying your hips to the music. You feel the weight of his stare before you reach the stage, looking up to find the base player gazing down at you.
He smiles, throwing you wink as his fingers slide over the strings. You watch as they move with incredible speed and accuracy, the beauty of his hands not going unnoticed by you. Your cheeks turn pink under his heated gaze, unable to look away. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you squeeze Nat’s hand, drawing her attention.
“Oh my,” she breathes out, as she looks from him to you. “He won’t stop staring,” you say, leaning toward Nat but never taking your eyes from his. “I see that,” she giggles, swaying next you. “Let’s dance, show him how you can move those hips.” The two of you move to the music, the rhythmic notes pouring over you like silk.
When the song ends you look up to the stage, noticing your bass player is gone. “Time for another drink,” Nat says, walking back to the bar. You follow, giving one last glance over your shoulder. With a small frown you stand next to Nat, “I’ll have a…” but before you can finish the sentence, a smooth voice says from behind you, “allow me.”
Turning around you find the bass player standing at the bar, his hat off and those beautiful fingers held out to you. “James,” he croons, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Hi,” you say, momentarily stunned by how handsome he is. “This is y/n,” Nat says over your shoulder, poking you out of your stupor. “Good evening, y/n,” James says with a smirk. “Enjoying the music tonight?”
Finding your voice, you say, “yes, very much, thank you.” Handing you your drink he watches you over the rim of his glass, downing his own quickly. The top buttons of his shirt are open, and you watch as the long column of his neck moves with each swallow. With dark eyes he pulls you close, “we have two more songs in our set. Would you like to walk with me after?”
“I would love to,” you manage to get out. He walks away with a grin, hopping onto the stage and grabbing his base. You take a deep breath and take a drink. “He is so sexy,” Nat says as you turn to her. “I know. And the way his fingers move over the base, it has me completely mesmerized.” Giggling, she replies, “imagine what else they can do!” Letting out a soft groan your heart races at the thought, “I hope I find out.”
The band continues their set, your body heating under James’ constant stare. Every time his fingers pluck the strings you shiver with anticipation and by the time they finish playing your skin is on fire. Nat bids you farewell as you wait for James by the door, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she waves.
Warm fingers dance up your arm and startle you from your thoughts, James spinning you around and into his chest, “ready to go?” You can’t do more than nod, your hand clasped in his as you head outside. The cool night air is a welcome relief for your heated body as you walk hand in hand down the street.
James walks you toward your apartment, talking animatedly about jazz and his past in music. You love the way his hands move as he explains the difference sounds, his long fingers moving through the air as he ‘plays’ the notes.
When you finally reach your place, you walk up one step, now standing face to face with James. He slowly moves closer, his eyes darting to your lips, “I wish I had my base with me, I’d love to show you more.” His fingers dance over your jaw, brushing down your neck and over your chest. Your breath hitches and you fall into him, your lips mere inches from his own. James’ hand snakes around your waist, bringing your body flush to his, the first press of his lips igniting you.
