bucky barnes imagines

iv. care to dance? (smut)

(rewritten)
                           earned it — the weeknd

    The music blasted in your ears, and laughter echoed through the room as people danced the night away.

"Let's go get some more drinks," Nat yelled from beside you, raising her voice over the loud music. You followed her to the bar as she took your hand to lead you.

When you sat down on one of the stools, she ordered for the both of you. She gave you a look, the side of her mouth turning up in a grin. "Look at him," she motioned her head to the far side of the room, "Looking at you like that."

She was talking about Bucky, at the moment having a drink with Sam. Nat was right. Those blue eyes bore into yours as you made eye contact with him, wearing an all black suit, which you had to admit, looked great on him.

"Eyes only for you," Nat continued under her breath, a smirk on her face. "Shut up already," you said teasingly, shaking off the feeling of Bucky's eyes on you.

He made you nervous, the tension between the two of you thick at all times. You thought about the way he clenched his jaw when he saw you dancing at one of the parties with another guy, or the way he'd try to hide the smirk plastered on his face when he saw the kind of effect he had on you.

Nat was always teasing you about the fact that you both had very obvious eyes for each other, but neither of you wanted to admit it first. 

You try and clear the thoughts of him running through your head, "I'm going to have the biggest hangover tomorrow," you say, as the drinks Nat ordered finally come.

"Mhm," Nat agrees, "That makes the two of us, but we need this after this week," she said, referring to how the past couple of days had been packed with missions. The team had had barley any breaks throughout them.

After a few minutes of conversation, Nat let's you take the last sip of your drink and drags you back onto the dance floor.

The two of you don't dance for long, as you're interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Bucky, who says with the stupid smirk that makes you melt, "Care to dance?"

You turn to Nat for support, who's already walking away. You curse in your head as she gives you a wink over her shoulder, also praying that Bucky did not see it.

You're going to get her back for that. "Not at all," you finally respond. He nods his head before his arms travel to your waist, pulling you slowly until your back is against his chest, your bodies pressed flush against each other.

The two of you start moving to the music, swaying to the beat, your bodies in sync. He's so close. You can smell the musk of his perfume, ever so slightly present. You can't get the thoughts of him out of your head as you dance.

When the song is over, and another one comes on shortly after, he turns you around by your hips, and you hide your surprise at the gesture.

His eyes travel down your body, coming up to meet yours, "This dress looks great on you, doll," he says, his face only inches away from yours, words hushed so only you can hear.

Your breath hitches at his words but you respond, "you don't look too bad yourself, Barnes." His eyes make a move to your lips at the words, while his fingers play with the bottom of the dark, silk dress you were wearing, that fit your body perfectly.

You touched the fabric of his suit that hugged his bicep, leaving your hand there. He looked up at you again, the corner of his mouth slightly turning up.