Care to Prove Me Wrong?

Chapter One-Care to Prove Me Wrong?

Chapter One

Care to Prove Me Wrong?

"You need to fucking stop, Barnes." I snap at him for the fifth fucking time. He smirks and leans back, the leather chair he's sitting in sighing from the slow movement. Steve, Bucky, Tony, and I made the mistake of getting a little souse and well, being in the same room as each other. Inhibitions washed away by either warm, amber liquid or the strong, clear kind, questions were being asked that no one should ever know the answers to.

"I just don't believe you. There isn't a chance you were a stripper. Not in this lifetime, anyway." Bucky continues to insist, stupid smirk still on his face. I huff and turn to Steve. His blue eyes are filled with humor as his pink lips curve up. He shrugs at me helplessly.

"I'm with him on this." He says firmly, being completely unhelpful. Tony's my last hope, but lets me down the moment I look at him. He shakes his head.

"For once, I agree with the two icicles over here." He gestures to Bucky and Steve who both roll their eyes. I glance along the line of three men from my vantage point of the hardwood floor. I shake my head.

"Why not? Why is it so unbelievable that I was a stripper?" I question them, strangely offended they don't think I'm capable.

"Your face is too innocent." Tony says simply, putting a knuckle under my chin affectionately before I swat his hands away.

"Uh, I've seen you dance. You aren't the greatest." Steve says with an easy smile. I kick his shin, but acknowledge that he isn't wrong. He chuckles as we all look to Bucky.

"Barnes?" I prompt, my eyebrows raising as he leans forward again and rests his elbows on his knees.

"I think you're too innocent." He lets out a bark of a laugh. "I wouldn't even be surprised if you told me you were a virgin." He chuckles to himself as I continue to glare at him.

"You frustrate me." I tell him while gritting my teeth. "I was a damn good stripper." I mumble, pouting like a child. This whole thing is absolutely ridiculous. Bucky shows a rare smile, he actually shows teeth in this one.

"Care to prove me wrong?" He asks, sucking in his bottom lip and biting it before letting it snap back into place. I stand up so I tower over him for once and move closer to him, then move away before touching him. I walk over to Tony and grab his hand, marching him to the door. I stop and he runs into me, but I swat him away and look back at Bucky.

"You just watch me." I hiss and stomp away, tugging Tony along with me.

"Where are we going?" He asks as I continue to drag him behind me. I open the door to a spare bedroom and shove him in, locking the door behind me.

"We're going here," I tell him and grab one of the normal chairs with no arms. I sit him down and pull up my yoga pants, then pull down on my tank top. Tony looks me up and down with a confused smile on his face.

"I'm not sure what's happening, but I don't think I mind." He teases and gets an eye roll for it.

"Friday, play Shook Me All Night Long please." I ask politely and the music instantly comes on over the overhead speakers. I take Tony's hands in mine and put them behind his head. "No touching unless I say you can." I instruct, earning a sultry smirk.

"Can't guarantee that." He teases and I throw him a warning glance before the lyrics begin to play and I begin to dance, letting my muscles do the work as my old routines come back to me. I maintain eye contact as I lunge to the left, then dip my ass close to the floor. I do the same to the right as the music continues quickly. Moving forward quickly I straddle his right leg and move forward and back along with the music. Smoothly, I dismount and turn so my ass is pressed flush against his crotch. His hard crotch. I jiggle my ass along to the bass, letting the music roll through me. This is faster than I'd usually go, but this song is too perfect for Tony to pass up. Besides, judging on the tent in his pants, he doesn't mind. He groans and I grin. I lift a leg and put it in between him and the chair arm, then do the same with the other. I flip up grind into him like it's my job, which it used to be, and grab his hands behind me. I run his hands down my body, pressing them hard against my skin before letting the tips dip under the edge of my underwear. "Damn." He whispers as I stand on the edges of his chair, turn around, and remount him. His hands go back to my hips as I start riding him all over again. I smirk when he throws his head back and I feel him twitch under me. I roll my hips into him as he groans and releases himself in his pants. Grinning in victory, I dismount and take a shallow bow in front of him. His onyx eyes look at me in awe and disgruntlement.