"Are you sure your father's going to be okay with you being out all night?" Bucky asked, climbing the steps to the front door of a house.
Reaching to the top of the door frame, he brought down a key.
"He'll think I'm still at the party with Howard." She answered, stepping into the dark house.
The soldier went around the room, turning on lights before going to into the living room.
He knelt down, setting up a vinyl record that played music to dance to.
V began to unbuckle her shoes, slipping out of the heels. "This yours?"
He nodded, following her gaze to the pictures on the shelves and walls. Him and his parents when he was younger.
"Is this Steve?" She asked, pointing to a much smaller man standing next to him in the photos.
He nodded again, going over to join her. "Steve Rogers, best friend a guy could ask for."
His hand snaked around her waist, and she turned stepping away from the wall into the middle of the floor as they began dancing again.
"Your father really does not care that you are out at this hour?"
"He believed I was going to Howard Stark's party. He is more than likely too busy conducting research to have noticed what time it is."
"What kind of research?" He looked down at her.
"He is part of the war effort."
Bucky nodded. "Is that why he works with Stark Industries?"
"He and Howard are seeking similar advancements in the war effort." She pressed her body closer to his, setting her head on his chest.
She was even shorter now that she had slipped out of his heels. Her hand felt so small within his own.
The record player skipped suddenly.
He stopped dancing as the music stopped.
She looked up at him.
He leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers.
He pulled back, blushing as he let go of her, going to correct the record player. "My apologies, Ma'am. I shouldn't have done that."
She walked over to him, setting her hand on his chest. "Yes, you should have." She took his hand and pulled it away from the instrument.
He cupped her cheek, leaning down and kissing her again.
She reached up, her arm wrapping around his shoulders.
His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
He broke their kiss, looking down at the floor. "I—"
She put her fingers over his lips. "If you apologize one more time…" She took his chin in her fingers and turned his face back towards her. Using the arm around his shoulders, she closed the distance between the pair of them to connect their lips again.
The arm around her waist tightened, turning them to press her into the table.
V broke the kiss, breathing heavily as began to fiddle with the buttons on his coat.
His hands stopped hers, he licked his lips as he tried to find the words.
She shut her eyes, taking a deep breathe before looking up at him. "Do you want to stop?"
He chuckled, "N-No." He let out in a gruff voice.
She tiptoed up and kissed him again. Her fingers went back to his belt but this time he didn't stop her.
Once she got his coat opened, he took her hand and led her up the stairs.
As soon as he got her through the door of the bedroom, they continued kissing as he got out of his uniform.