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Steve Rogers was sat alone in his local dance hall, he felt bored and a little irritated, he loved his best friend Bucky Barnes, but when his best friend had suggested a night out tonight to drink and have fun, he thought maybe Bucky would of stayed with him. Though he should of known really, Bucky always found a girl. And Steve never did. The hall was busy, couples dancing all around him, Bucky with his random girl of the night.
"No one to dance with?" Suddenly a voice asked, Steve snapped out of his thoughts looking up to see a beautiful girl standing by him. She looked far too pretty to be talking to him, Steve wondered for a moment if he was in her way. Though he couldn't be, he was sitting on a random bench, there was plenty of space.
"You might say that" He answers, after a few moments when he realised the girl was still looking at him, expecting an answer. "I uh, I'm not exactly a prime candidate for a dance partner"
"No?" The girl questions, her lipstick was a bold red, Steve had to stop himself from looking at her plump lips. "And why's that?" The girl asks, she sits down by him, leaving ample space between them, it was then Steve noticed her pretty dress as she brushed it down against her legs. It was simple, and to the fashion of today, a cute pale yellow that complimented her skin beautifully.
Steve gives a little scoff from her question, hating himself for a moment, he didn't want this girl to think him rude. "Oh, y'know, just a bit...short, scrawny, generally sickly" He lists with a shrug. "Not exactly the ideal dance partner, I'd wager"
"Oh.." The girl says, her voice a little breathless, she was still looking at him, he felt a little lightheaded. "What if the right partner came alone?"
A quiet, wistful sigh falls from Steve's lips and his gaze drifts back to the dance floor, a longing in his eyes. "Well, that'd be something" He says, he then glances back to the girl. "I'm not exactly going to get my hopes up about it, but it's real nice to think about, I suppose"
The girl lets out a short huff, Steve wondered why. He couldn't work out what she was thinking. How did women think anyway. "And, would you dance, if someone asked you?" She asked. Steve's forlorn expression fades and his cheeks flood with a soft red at the question
"I...I would. In a heartbeat" He admits, his voice quieting to a soft, almost shy response.
"Even if it's considered forward for a woman to ask a man?" She asks, her eyebrow raised at him. Steve wasn't sure why at first, but then it clicked in his mind, was she-did she.. want to dance? With him? He felt his cheeks redden, he knew he had to answer her, but he had to sound cool. All those times Bucky tried to teach him to be cool with the ladies, he had forgotten all of those times.
"Even if it's real forward, ma'am. I... I don't mind one bit if you'd like to ask me." He responded, he wanted to shut his eyes, too scared to see her reaction, but to his surprise, she smirked, Steve felt like he might of fainted then and there.
"Oh, I see what you did there" She says, her cheeks now a little red. Steve thought she looked adorable, god, he wanted to tell her that. A playful smile appears on his lips, he was feeling a little more confidant.
"What did I do?" He asks, feigning innocence.
She made a little huff noise and folded her arms over her chest, though the smirk remained on her lips. "Like you don't know, you'll have to ask me yourself now"
Steve gives an exaggerated sigh as if defeated, his smirk turning even more playful. "Well, alright then," he responds in a mock-resigned tone. Clearing his throat, he gives her a dramatic, almost comical bow from where he's sitting before continuing. "I'll bite. Would you like to dance with me?"
"Would it be terribly mean if I said no?" She asks.
With a dramatic over-the-top scoff, Steve feigns offense, his hand over his heart and a mock-wounded look on his face. He wasn't sure where this confidence was coming from, but he liked it. Liked what she was doing to him. "Oh, I'd consider it downright cruel, ma'am. Absolutely heinous even"
She takes his hand. Actually takes his hand. Steve makes a mental note at how soft she felt. He felt his heart beat a little faster as she stood up, he was only just taller than her. He didn't mind, he hoped she didn't mind. He leads her to the dance floor. He's a bit tentative and unsure where to put his hands, his slender frame standing in stark contrast to those around him. "Uh…I'm a bit rusty, so apologies in advance, ma'am."
"You should be more confident in yourself" She says, in a soft tone, not a mock tone.
Steve lets out a small laugh at those words, his eyes meeting hers. "Confident? Me? That ain't really my specialty, I gotta admit." He places his hands on her waist. "But I'll try to not step on your feet too much. I tend to do that a lot too."
"I'll forgive you, if you do" She whispers, she then places both her hands on his shoulders. He wonders if Bucky can see him, would he believe him? Steve's cheeks color at the proximity of having her so close to him, the feel of her hands on his shoulders making his heart thump in his chest. He begins to lead the dance, his movements tentative at first, but slowly growing more confident. His hand on her waist is steady and gentle, and as they began to move together, he seems to be somewhat enjoying himself. His gaze keeps flickering between her face and the floor, always trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally step on her.
"See, you're dancing" She whispers to him. Steve feels like he's in a dream, she was a dream, this was a dream. Steve lets out a soft laugh, a genuine smile spreading across his face. The sound of the music and the chatter of the other couples fade into the background as he becomes more comfortable.
"I guess I am, aren't I?" he replies, his voice soft and tinged with mild surprise. "And I haven't stepped on you yet, so that's a good sign."
"A really good sign" She says, laughing along with him, though the noise that left his lips were more of a nervous chuckle than anything. Steve can't help but feel proud of himself, his steps following the rhythm without fail. "I think I'm starting to see the point of dancing," he responds, his voice still soft and a touch breathless.
She then tells him her name, and it's like music to his ear, he wanted to chant it forever, have it engraved into his soul.
"I'm Steve" He replies, his voice warm and a touch sheepish. There's a moment of comfortable silence as they continue swaying to the music, the world around them fading away into the background. He glances down at her, his gaze lingering on the top of her head, a soft, almost protective feeling bubbling in his chest.
"Steve are you going to kiss me?" She then asks, he notices a few couples around them giving their partners kisses as they dance, the song was a slow romantic one of course. Steve is caught off-guard by the question, his cheeks flaming with a bright red and his steps faltering briefly. He hadn't expected that question, and the idea of actually kissing someone, kissing the beautiful woman in front of him, is both thrilling and terrifying.
"Um... I..."
"It's okay if you don't want to" She says, her voice quiet, Steve could tell she was feeling a little defeated, he hated himself, if he were Bucky he wouldn't of needed prompting at all, he would of kissed his dame by now. Steve shakes his head quickly, seeing the look in her eyes. He doesn't want you to think that he doesn't want to. He's just scared, though he would never admit that out loud. “No, no. That's not it…” *he says, his voice soft and a touch desperate. "I...I want to"
"So kiss me" She whispers again, her perfect eyes looking up into his. He decided in that moment, that was his new favourite colour.
“Okay… I’m going to kiss you, now.” Steve whispers, he wasn't sure why they were whispering, the music was loud, the hall was full. No one could hear them anyway. Steve moved forward, finally closing the small distance between them, his lips softly pressing against hers. He could feel her smile slightly into the kiss, but he willed himself not to smile, he wouldn't ruin this moment for anything. Steve can barely believe this is happening, the feel of her lips against his sending fireworks shooting through his body. His hand on her face trembles slightly, as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers in a slow, almost hesitant at first. His other hand on her waist tightens ever so slightly, pulling her closer to him. He could stay in this moment forever, the feeling of this girl pressed against him is enough to make him forget how to think.
And after a few minutes, it was over, Steve couldn't breath, he wasn't going to ruin this moment by heaving to catch his breath. Nope. He wouldn't dare. The music ended, which was enough to make his heart break.
"I'll be here tomorrow, save me a dance?" She asks, Steve nods and watches her leave, his breath slowly coming back to him, he was in a daze, he didn't even notice Bucky standing by him until his best friend spoke.
"Who was that?" Bucky asks.
"My future wife" Steve responds without thinking, he curses himself, under his breath as Bucky chuckles.
"Slow down Stevie, take her on a real date first, when are you seeing her next?"
"Tomorrow, for another dance" Steve answers, Bucky grins, knowing he wouldn't have to prester Steve to join him tomorrow. The hall started empting, and yet Steve still watched the door you had exited, despite it having been many minutes since you had left.
"Tomorrow" He whispers again, his thoughts on the dance, and perhaps kiss of tomorrow. He would ask you out, no matter how much it scared him. He wouldn't let you slip away. You were the one for him. He knew that. Deep down.