Things to Note:

This was originally part of the "What about Love" series and has been separated for plot lines, etc.

Enjoy!

Steve had been nursing that beer bottle the whole night, choosing to sit right beside the piano away from all the other guests. He usually prefers to not participate in Tony's parties but he feels he needed to show some face time this time due to Coulson's team.

But Sam really knows that he isn't there for Coulson or even Tony.

"Are you going to stare at her all night?" Sam teased Steve.

He hadn't quite looked away ever since Coulson had introduced the team to him. Skye was like a fire that burnt so brightly that he wasn't quite able to look straight at her or away from her. Her eyes twinkle with merriment as she looks across the room, momentarily catching his blue eyes with her dark exotic eyes. He likes the way her eyes slant, the way the dark chocolate brown eyes that crinkle at the corners when she grins at her team mates.

He watches her casually flicking her hair from her face and imagines how it'd look spread across his bed sheets. His heart stumbles when she grins widely at him and she waves.

"Look, she's coming." Sam elbows him and Steve bats him away. His mind is trying to come up with something to say. He licks his lips, gulping audibly that Sam bursts in laughter.

"Skye!" Sam grins and claps her on her shoulder. "How is Weiner?"

Steve splutters at Sam's words. "Weiner?" he asks, glancing askance at Sam.

"I gave her a Cactus last month for her birthday and she named it Weiner because 'it looks like one'" he air quotes.

"Because it does!" she playfully punches him.

Steve doesn't know how Sam knows Skye and tries to smother that weird burning feeling in his chest. How is Sam related to Skye? What is his relationship like with Skye? He watches them exchange quips like old buddies and feels like he's the odd one out.

"Skye, take the old man out to dance." Sam motions to him and pushes her to him.

She smirks at him and holds her hand out.

"I can't dance. I have two left feet and I keep stepping on people's feet and I really can't dance. Even B-"

"Shut up and dance with me," she says with a smile so bright, Steve thinks he might have been blinded by it. She pulls him onto the dance floor and pokes him in the chest. "So you're the reason why my left cheek is filled with words."

He blushes instantly. She doesn't need to specify where this cheek is because it's obviously not on her face. His mind runs wild with the image of him running his fingers down her ass, across his handwriting. His heart is singing with a song so loudly that he is pretty sure she is able to hear it.

"It's a song." He blurts out and mentally groans how incapable he is still at speaking with beautiful dames.

"A song?"

"Your words. They thought someone would sing it to me. Tony thought it might be a singer and dragged me out to the lounges in hopes I'd find one-"

"Shut up and kiss me." She laughs.

"Yes ma'am," he replies before leaning in to capture her lips with his, burying his hands in her hair. Sam and Tony catcalls across the room but he can't be bothered to respond to them, he's too busy kissing his soulmate.