Thou may ingest a satchel of immature Richards.

Sarah couldn't deny Bucky's simple two step was working for her. He knew when to break from routine to put a lil pizzazz in his moves, his hips finding the beat easily. She smiled easily into their dance, as Bucky even matched her shuffle footwork. "Okay, Bucky! I am impressed. I'd heard you were a terror on the dance floor back in the day. But somebody's definitely updated their dance portfolio."

"Now just who was it telling the utmost of tales about the choir boy like innocence of my youth?"

Sarah danced backwards, looking up and laughing, "I'm even more impressed by the lack of lightning-zapped man before me after that fell from your lips." Bucky pouted, hands flying dramatically to his chest, clutching the fabric over his supposedly wounded heart. Sarah shimmied back over to him, closer in his space, poking his lip back in with her thumb, it grazing across its fullness. Bucky barely resisted the urge to pull the digit into his mouth and giving the party goers a sneak peek at the beginning of a show he and Sarah would hopefully get to finish later that night.

But baby steps, Barnes, baby steps.

He caught the light chuckle under her breath, feeling like she could read his mind in the moment when it was just entirely possible his face telegraphed everything on his mind. He'd never been one to shy away from showing his want and since his miraculous extended life became his again, he hadn't wanted anyone as he had Sarah. From the moment he'd showed up to hand deliver Sam a suit - a gift courtesy of the Wakandans that he still couldn't believe they granted at his request after his earlier actions - to protect himself in the field, and then turned to see her curious stare at his display of strength, he'd wanted. And ever since he'd been working up the nerve to find out if the feeling was mutual.

That quick drag across his lip and her lingering stare at his mouth told him it definitely was, so he let it go that she never did give the name of the big mouth that was likely attached to Stevie. But puzzling out when they'd even had the time to talk about him would likely lead to a bleak conversation. All he wanted was to focus on her in this moment, not knowing how long Sam would keep his overprotectiveness under wraps.

Pivoting away from thoughts of Steve and Sam, he grabbed Sarah's hand, spinning her around him once, twice, thrice, before catching her against his body, leaning back, taking her full weight happily and easily. The gasp she released when her feet left the ground sent Bucky's mind into overdrive, imagining a private moment where he could lift her, feeling her thick legs wrap around his waist before he lowered her slowly onto him. Her body would open up to him, smoothly sheathing him inside her warmth after a night spent making sure she was more than ready for this moment.

Even lost in the thought of being lost inside her, he was still present enough to see the way her eyes quickly dilated, wondering if her thoughts mirrored his own or if she'd imagined a different scenario with the same end goal in mind. He tried to plead with his eyes for her to tell him, knowing now at this monthly community event wasn't anywhere near the right time nor place. But he wanted to be selfish, wished Sarah would be selfish, too, let them disappear from the gathering to sate their aching curiosities.

Across the yard, two specific onlookers of the many in the crowd watching Bucky wooing Sarah saw the identical looks of interest cross their faces in real time, even as Bucky gently set her on her own feet again. Sam sucked his teeth at the obvious googoo eyes between them as Joaquin leaned his elbow insistently in Sam's side.

"Oh my god. He did it, I didn't think he'd do the spin move. My boy! I taught him that." Joaquin announced all smug at his side.

"You what now? Taught him to mack on my sister??"

"Y'know, taught is a strong word."

"Uh huh."

"Okay. Maybe I more like suggested he get with the new century and realize yesterday's ways to woo are similar to today's. He just needed to focus on his strengths which I didn't mean literally, but hey, it worked." Joaquin shrugged unrepentantly at Sam's glare, wiggling his eyebrows for maximum adorability factor. Sam broke eye contact first, rolling his eyes dramatically as he stood, approaching the dj booth, mumbling under his breath about uninviting both J and Bucky indefinitely from his homestead.

Sarah and Bucky were wrapped around one another, her hands resting over his shoulders, one's fingertips grazing at his nape; his hands were molded to her hips, thumbs stroking at them.

The last dregs of the song they'd long forgotten switched to something more upbeat, a familiar voice flooding the speakers, "Okay, y'all, you know what time it is. Everyone up on the floor, it's time to slide a lil sum'in sum'in."

As the opening chords sounded, tables begab clearing, conversations gave way to sly chuckles, a host of folks remember days gone by and the fun this song brought. Kids curiously rallied, challenged by the adults all proclaiming loudly that they didn't know nothing about this here. They quickly fell in line around the adults, easily following the steps with their youthful exuberance almost catching air as they hit the kick and spin.

AJ and Cass were no different, quickly seeking out spaces beside Sarah and Bucky, Sam and Joaquin, the latter watching Bucky still finding a way to touch and spin Sarah much to her delight and to Sam's annoyance. He looked at Bucky pointedly, gesturing he was watching him as the next turn had his back to Bucky and Sarah.

Joaquin snorted at him from his right side at Sam's big brother schtick. "And just what are you chuckling at over there, you turncoat? I'll be watching you, too."

Joaquin merely beamed brighter at Sam, "Then I guess I better give you a good show then, huh?" He winked saucily before the next turn put him at Sam's back now, "And enjoy the view while I'm at it."

In my mind I heard this as the song Sam suggested.