Love potion
Ship: Bucky Barnes/Jemma Simmons
Prompt: for a visual prompt on .com
He takes a moment to admire the sight of her from behind in her strapless black evening gown before joining her at the bar.
"Stark throws one hell of a party," he says, resting his elbow on the bar.
"Bucky!" Jemma greets him, a smile warming her face. "I didn't know you were going to be here."
He kisses her cheek. "You look amazing, doll."
She blushes prettily at the compliment and takes a sip of her drink like she's trying to hide behind it.
"That drink's nearly as big as you," he says, nodding at the bright red cocktail with a whole strawberry perched on the lip of the glass. "What do you call that thing?"
"The bartender calls it Love Potion No. 9," she says with an amused quirk of her lips.
There's some kind of sugar all around the rim of the glass. A few stray granules grace the fullness of her bottom lip and Bucky couldn't look away if he tried, but then the pink tip of her tongue sweeps over them and they're gone.
"Hey, you wanna dance?" he asks suddenly.
"In these heels? Gosh no, I'd topple over!" she says with a self-deprecating grin.
He takes her hand with a smirk. "I'll hang onto you," he promises.
"What about my drink?" she asks, but her smile is knowing and she's already letting him lead her onto the dance floor.
He stops a little way away from everyone else, draws her in close and begins to sway.
"I'll get you a fresh one when we're done."