Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Fourty-Six

The gold circle in the middle of the dance floor spun slowly enough so that people could balance, but quickly enough that the whole room could see each pairing.

"We don't have to. I'll kill them all-,"

"You can't," Sam stepped onto the circle with a false confidence that he spent most of his life filling himself up with. His nerves were high, but not as high as they were before they talked to Dia.

Her exact words were, "Oh come on, just a little show. Not even the whole thing."

That had loosened Sam up a bit. He just had to entertain the perverted watchers for a moment; he could probably keep his pride too.

"We'll be fine. It's not long," Sam tried to convince them both, taking Bucky's hand as he led them into a waltz, "We've been close before."

"Not like this," Bucky muttered as he mirrored the actions of the other couples, trying not to focus on how quickly the dance turned sensual.

Sam avoided his gaze, noticing how one couple had already closed the space between them. In a swift motion, the man pulled the bra from beneath the girls dress, earning them a lot of cheers from the crowd. He couldn't tear his eyes away as worry swelled in his stomach, reminding him that they also had to do that.

"Hey," Bucky grabbed Sam's chin gently, attempting to make him to refocus his gaze, "We don't have to."

Sam reluctantly met Bucky's eyes, "Yes, we do."

"No," Bucky stated determinedly, "Tell me if we need to stop."

"Not now," Sam muttered, feeling the pressure of those around him creep up his throat. Then, hesitantly, Sam leaned in for a kiss before stopping only an inch away. He had forgotten how he longed for as much contact with Bucky as he could; his touch set him on fire.

Bucky pulled back, turning Sam around and leaning over his shoulder as they danced. He whispered, "Sam."

"Yeah?" Sam hummed, even though his heart was racing.

"We don't go too far. I need to hear you say it."

Sam turned around to meet Bucky's eyes, studying his face to see if he were serious. When Sam realized he was, he assured him, "If I'm uncomfortable, we'll stop."

The two continued at a much less sexual dance than other couples, taking their time and trying to focus on one another. Sam's lips hovered over Bucky's.

Not only was Sam uncomfortable with his circumstance, but he couldn't help but feel wholly unprepared to do this with Bucky at all. He wasn't sure what move to make, and every insecurity he had crept into his mind, hindering his ability to enjoy any of it.

"Are you alright?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he swerved, grabbing Sam's neck gently as he examined his face.

Sam searched for an answer, but caught eye of the couple behind them. He lost his breath in that moment, frozen in place as the man began to kiss lower and lower on the woman's abdomen, "I-.....I don't know."

Bucky followed his gaze, grimacing at the sight. The couples around weren't much better, "Don't focus on them, we don't have to do any of that."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm not sure that's true."

"Here," Bucky muttered, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it to the floor. It earned them many cheers, including one from Dia herself, "You don't have to do anything. Just show me what you want to."

Sam went in for a kiss the third time that night, and only then did Bucky return it. It was funny how the whole room could be focused on them, and the only person Sam saw was Bucky.