Avengers Imagines And Preferences

Steve rogers x Reader

Classy girls

He had seen you before, he just couldn't quite place where.
The bar that Clint had picked for the night out with everyone had led to a few hours of dancing and tony getting hammered by the second hour there. But now it was the fourth hour and most of the team was sat down in an area of the bar with a couch and a few chairs. Clint and Bruce were sat just casually talking, tony was on the floor asleep, and Natasha, Sam, Thor, and Steve were all nursing beers, as well as the girl.

The girl.

'(Y/N)' Steve thought. 'What a beautiful name.

She had a piece of (hair length) (hair color) tucked behind her ear, her face lit with a perfect lighting. Her smile let of a aura of happiness so strong that Steve couldn't help but be happy.

She talked and talked about the places that she had been and the things that she had seen. He listened to her voice and with each word, each syllable, each thing that she said, he fell more and more in love with her.
He hoped that if they left, that he would see her again.

He, at this point in the night, had drifted away in a dream, not of sleep, but of distraction. He didn't know that he had until a song was loud and she was holding her hand out for him to take, a large smile across her lips. He looked around for a second to see everyone else dancing. He looked to her still smiling face and took her hand.

They danced for hours, the group slowly becoming smaller and smaller, until it was just the two. Just the two of them, slow dancing in each others arms. They fit together perfectly, like they were meant to be. They swayed, left and right.
She was softly singing the song.

"No classy girls don't kiss in bars like this"

He has adjusted his hands on her waist and she moved her hands on his shoulder. He couldn't help but think of her beauty, her face, her body, her lips.
She looked to him and couldn't help but think of when they had first met.
A mission that she was on, and they had collided. But she couldn't help but think about him, that mission aside. She couldn't help but think of his face, his eyes, his lips.

It was as if they were communicating telepathically, but the next thing they knew, they had their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Their lips fit together perfectly as if they were meant for this, for this exact moment.

"It looks like classy girls do kiss in bars like this."