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Bucky's hand slipped around your waist, slightly hesitant at first. His other hand moved to yours and he pulled you in.
"Uh- yeah- so you just follow my lead and uh- feel the music. We'll take it slow." Bucky said, the sound of 40s music blaring around the room.
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"You think he's gonna trip before even getting a step out?" Sam said low to Steve, a small smirk on his face as he leaned back against the couch watching the whole thing play out.
Steve's eyes stayed on his best friend and his dance partner, "Bucky was always a hell of a dancer. He got a lot of girls that way, so I think he'll be fine."
Sam snorted, "Yeah, but you see who he's dancing with?" Sam vaguely gesturing in your direction.
Steve smiled. "You may have a point there."
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Bucky started off slow, despite the fast music. He lightly pulled on my body to show where he was going, matching the beat but slower. "See, you gotta swing your hips a bit this way, and your feet will uh-" He tripped, quickly collecting himself. "Shit, sorry, they'll kind of move this way but faster."
I smiled, easily mirroring Bucky's movements, "Like this?"
He nodded, "Yeah, yeah that's perfect." He then slipped his hand from my waist but kept one hand on mine. "Then you, we, usually dance like this where I'll kind of swing you around and pull you in, and kinda repeat that. Any of this makin' any sense?"
I followed his movements, watching the pattern and beat he was talking about. "Yeah, it's all makes sense. Keep going."
"Great, okay, yeah so you move your feet like this when we're out-" he started to show the movements before losing his grip a bit on me. "Shit, sorry, maybe I'm not actually the best to show you this." He stopped his movements.
"You're doing great James." I slow down with him, eyes trying to meet his. I gently squeezing his hand. "I think I'm getting it down, keep going."
He nodded, quickly glancing at me. "I swear I'm a good dancer. Just been'a while."
"I know you are. I can tell. Just relax, ok? This is just some fun." I nudge him encouragingly.
He let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, right. Okay." He pulled me back in and swung me out, his feet moving still slower than the beat to show me the movements.
I noticed the pattern and looked back up. "Can we try it a bit faster?"
He nodded before taking me through the motions, now on time. I could really tell good a dancer he was despite his earlier little hiccups, his body matching pace of the song easily. He was a bit tense, like he always was, but had this definite groove to him. Like it was built into his body.
And despite his nerves, he was a damn good lead.
He pulled me forward, eyes never leaving mine as he twisted back and forth, my movements following his. It was like a wave, pushing and pulling before eventually his hand would find my waist again. Just for a second, two, moving me across the floor before leaving again.
Slowly the nerves seemed to fade.
I started to add my own groove to it too, swinging my hips back and forth, feeling him spin me around as I came back. I could see his body started to relax and the way his lips went from a thin line of concentration to eventually a small smile.
"You're pretty good at this." Bucky said, pulling me back in and keeping me there for longer than usual.
"I had a good teacher." I smiled back.
"Yeah, well looks like the student definitely passed the master." He spinned me out.
I laughed as I swung out and then felt him tug me back in. I moved in closer at the swing in, not pulling away as I held on a big smile. "Maybe I could show you a few tricks then."
Who knew the ex-assassin could blush.