Semi Hiatus-ish

He’s not even sure how they’ve reached this point. He remembers Stephanie’s date vanishing into the crush of bodies alongside Bucky’s own, remembers Steph’s lips pressing into a sad pout.                                      “You won’t leave me alone, right?”                                              “‘Course not.” — — he’d meant it.                                       “Would you dance with me?”                                              “‘Course I would.” — — he’d only partially meant it,                                                                                    hadn’t realised Steph had                                                                                    been asking.Stephanie’s eyelashes brush his skin; she’s too close, the soft scent of her hair near overpowering. Bucky can’t stop his hands from falling to her waist, can’t control the slow roll of his hips that pushes a quiet gasp from her mouth. Whatever this is, it’s been a long time coming, and whatever happens after their dance,well — — he can only hold on tightand hope Steph leads the way, herhands in his like a song meant fors w e a t h e a r t s.

Veni, vidi, vici

They’d been sitting together and Stephanie had been nursing a beer. She’d turned her head to talk to him when suddenly—his lips crashed onto hers. She slowly slid her fingers into his hair, kissing him back, closing her eyes.

Abigail had to slap him to get him out of his daze, and hit him a little too hard, leaving a bright red print across his face. “Sorry!” She said, taking a small step back. “Thanks, actually.” He murmered.

Both of them were wondering things--was this a good match? How could it be a good match? How could it possibly be a good match? She didn't know him. He didn't know her.

He was to happy to hear she had to see the commadore tomorrow. He was just stuck up ass who only cared about the money. ” Sneak out then. Come see me, spend the days at the docks. Though I would love to see your new dress.”

Sauntered out, leaning against the doorframe.  Taking in the lovely sight he wouldn’t see much longer.  ”Ready for a night on the town?”  He pulled his cap over his hair.

She smiled when she turned to look at him. "Ready, Sarge."

"what? Steph i’ve already got Krasnyy, do we really need a puppy?" he frowns slightly, and slides two fingers under Krasnyy’s collar, just in case. "iunno hwo she’d react to a little one, ya know how unpredictable she c’n be" he murmured, biting his lower lip.

"i think… i think i just need a goood long mission i guess" he said with a shrug.

It was with that in mind that he steered her toward the nearest empty hallway. He wanted her all to himself, damn it, but it had to be without causing too much of a stir. "Just smile and act like we have somewhere important to be," he leaned in slightly to whisper in her ear.

[also i love you for that because i say pls because i love it when people do them. ;~;]

Stephanie hadn’t meant to come home early but Coulson persuaded her to go home and get some rest. When she opened the door, she heard a strange sound from the couch; perhaps Bucky was napping. She tiptoed in and shut the door without a sound, laying her keys on the counter. She came around the corner and stopped—absolutely still. She felt frozen, like ice was creeping into her veins. He was on top of a girl on the couch, and thank god they were mostly clothed, but… the way he was grinning down at her while she hooked her legs around his waist, it made her absolutely sick. He was looking at her the way she had always wanted to be looked at. Apparently it was a look not reserved for her. She didn’t say anything; he hadn’t seemed to notice her. She couldn’t blame him, he looked… happy. Happy the way she could never make him. She slowly crept back into the hall and took her coat off the hanger. She decided maybe the bar was a good place to stop for the night.

[text; Bucky] Where do you want to meet?

[[AU as requested]]Oh, god. Bucky feels sick to his stomach as he watches her kissing another man through the window of some crappy little dive bar. He hadn’t even intended to see her here - hadn’t thought this would be the kinda place she’d be seen in a million years. All he’d wanted was a couple drinks and a chance to get his head together, but instead he was faced with this. His feet were moving before he could even manage to decide what he was going to do. He resisted the urge to stalk over and haul the guy off Stephanie, instead taking a deep breath and the seat next to them at the bar. "Stephanie," he greeted her, his voice cold as ice. He wanted to startle her, and he wanted to fucking terrify the other guy. "Last place I thought I’d see you.”

This was her fault, and she damn  well knew it too.

                    Bucky froze a bit in the movements, looking to her and swallowing. "This.. This would be your first time?" He didn’t feel like it was right, felt like this was too hurried. They’d hardly met each other again, Bucky hardly remembered, and it was too early.