Posting two chapters today because yeah... might be awhile until the next one because it's getting to the end of the semester where I am and I have eight classes, then I have to help with this film purduction, so yeah...
Getting to the club, the music could be heard a block away. When they were inside, they left their coats with the coat-desk. There were dozens of people in the room and they were all dancing to the fast beat song. They twirled, lifted and threw girls all around making their skirts fly up. It looked all fun, but Rose knew that she couldn't participate until a slow dance came on.
The linguist quickly noticed that she was the only girl to wear a tight, black dress. Every girl in the room wore something that was colorful and stood out, but because it didn't leave much to the imagination? Several men's heads had turned towards her. Fixing her shoulders, Rose made her way to the bar.
She walked like a queen, not giving any man a single glanced as she walked. Her hair fluttered behind her, the sound of her shoes echoing in the loud room. Bucky's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, then he noticed that several other men had the same reaction. He quickly pried himself from Sarah and ran after her, just as she sat down and ordered.
"One glass of red wine, please, the best you got." She told the bartender, noticing her date stand next to her and place a hand on her lower back. She looked over at him with a smile, loving the way his eyes watched her. She moved out of his reach and gave him a disapproving glare. "You should have told me we were dancing. I would have worn my swing dress."
His hand caught her elbow, drawing her closer to him until they were only inches apart. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, his lips lightly teasing the flesh. "Hm, I could have, but if I did I wouldn't have seen you in this dress."
Chuckling to herself, Rose placed a hand on Bucky's chest and smiled up at him. "You are a flirt, Mr. Barnes."
"And you're a tease," Bucky laughed, holding her hand in place with his own. His eyes flicked down to her lips. They were begging to be kissed and he more than wanted to fulfill their pleas. "Making us the perfect match, little Rosie."
"You stole that from Steve." She scolded with a smile, enjoying the heat on her waist that was his hand.
The tall man leaned down to place a kiss on her lips but was interrupted by the bartender clearing his throat. Sighing, Bucky pulled away and let Rose have her drink while he ordered a beer for him and a soda for Steve. Bucky looked past Rose and saw that Steve was struggling to talk to Sarah. She was ignoring him altogether, not giving him the time of day; despite the scolding Bucky gave her a few minutes ago.
Following his gaze, Rose saw what Bucky was seeing. She groaned and took a long drink from her wine, then whispered into her date's ear just as a slow song came on. "I'm going to dance to Steve while you have a talk with Sarah."
"Yes, ma'am." He saluted.
Rose turned around and grinned at Steve, her hand reaching for his. "Steve, would you be a dear and dance with me? Bucky says he wants to finish his drink first."
"Don't mind if I do!" He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. He placed a hand on her waist while Rose put her other hand on his shoulder and they both slowly started to sway to the music. Steve could tell that Rose took dance classes before because she led him in the dance with ease. "Seems like I'll be dateless after all."
"Nonsense! I don't mind being both your dates, besides it's not like I haven't been on a date with two boys before." Rose smirked, laughing at the surprised look the blonde gave her. She took a step out and had him spin her before coming back into his arms.
She wasn't lying. There was at one time when two boys, Henry Laux and Clark Durene, wanted to take Rose on a date to some picture show. For days the two boys fought about who would get to take her until Rose told them that they both could. She would even hold both their hands during the movie and end the date with a kiss on each of their cheeks. Her mother thought it was hilarious and her father thought she was being ridiculous, but even so… she went on multiple dates with the two boys, some at the same time.
Steve couldn't help but smile because he knew it was something Bucky would have done as well. "You know, you're the first girl that didn't look at me like I was about to break."
Shrugging, the linguist stepped back right as the song ended. "Any girl who does isn't worth your time, Steve."
"I'll remember that." He hooked his arm in hers and led them back towards Bucky, who now stood alone.
The brunette grinned at them, his arm reaching for Rose as soon as she was in reach. She let him press her against his side, taking a swig of his beer as he looked at Steve. "Had fun?"
"Your girl is a good dancer, Buck. She's a complete fool for wanting to dance with an idiot like you." Steve took a sip of his own drink with a smirk. He looked over at the two and realized that he was completely invisible to them now.
He wasn't mad or anything, in truth, he was quite happy. Steve had watched Bucky date dozens of girls before, but none of them made him smile like Rose Johnson did. The way they looked at each other, it was almost too cute to look at. Anyone in the room would have thought they had been dating for years, they looked so lost within their own world that it was easy to assume such things.
A lot of people who have thought they were falling too fast, that they were too young to be so in love already. But, they were in a time of war and love seems more like a miracle than a daily thing now. Especially for those two… Steve knew that Bucky was kind of a player, but he also knew that his best friend wouldn't date anyone longer than three weeks if he didn't feel the 'spark'. What was the spark? Steve had no idea. It was just something Bucky said he needed to feel before he committed himself completely.
"I think I'm going to head out, I have to get up early tomorrow." Steve sighed, putting his beer down and smiled at the couple.
Bucky looked at him with concern. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, besides, I'll only get in the way with all this romance happening between you two." The blonde punched Bucky's free arm lightly, enjoying the blush that crept on his best friend's cheeks.
"Punk."
"Jerk."
Rose rolled her eyes at the boys. "Jeez, you make me feel like it's really you two on a date and I'm the awkward third wheel."
The blonde burst out laughing, holding his chest as he did. This was another thing he liked about Rose; she spoke her mind without any concern for who was around her. "Finally, someone who knows my pain!"
"Goodbye, Steve!" Bucky lightly shoved his best friend, laughing as he did. Steve held up his hands in surrender, waving to the couple before finally leaving the club. Bucky looked down at his date, her eyes staring at the dance floor. "Come on, they've started a slow song."
Rose let her date led her to the dance floor, his arm around her waist and his other hand holding hers. She moved her arm on his shoulder, practically no room between them as they dance to the rhythm of the song. He could feel the envious stares from everyone in the room, which only made him smile even more.
"So, Mr. Barnes, tell me about yourself." The linguist looked up at him through her eyelashes, a small smile playing on her full lips.
Her red lipstick was mocking him. Bucky wanted nothing more in the world but to kiss her right then, but he didn't want to spoil the moment with his selfish wants. He hummed in thought before answering. "Well, I met Steve when I was about seven-years-old. Some kids were trying to beat him up because Steve just had to tell them they were all idiots."
"Steve is a bigger troublemaker than I thought." Rose laughed at Bucky's annoyed facial expression. It was clear that the blonde has caused Bucky grief more than once, and yet he still stuck close. He was loyal to his friends, something Rose truly did enjoy in a man.
"You have no idea! Every. Single. Time, I try to tell him not to do something? He shrugs and says that 'gotta die someday'! I swear that kid is gonna give me premature grey hairs." He started to recall all the times Steve got himself into trouble and Bucky had to swoop in and save him. Steve made Bucky feel like a mother hen, trying to keep their punk ass baby chick alive.
One time, Bucky told Steve that he would catch a cold if he didn't wear his raincoat. It was pouring rain and Steve just stared at his best friend dead in the eyes, took off his jacket and waltzed in the rain like it was the first day of summer… he was bedridden for a week. Steve didn't like being told what was good for him, he especially didn't like being told to stay out of things.
"Me and Steve; till the end of the line," Bucky said, remembering the first time that they said that. He shook his head and looked down at his date. "Anyway, I've excelled off and on the field. I work in my dad's garage, trying to help any way I can. What about you?"
"I'm the only child, I was born in California but moved to France when I was eight. My best friend's name was Jessica, she was a hoot. She was wild, did strange things and spoke whatever was on her mind." The song changed its pass, but they continued their slow dance. She liked talking with Bucky, it was easy to talk about things. "My mother taught me how to sew, my father made sure I knew how to punch a man properly. They let me learn anything I wanted, from history to ballet, my parents would happily give it to me. They taught me to be kind, witty and a proper lady or least how to act the part."
Bucky liked how happy she looked when she spoke about her parents. She seemed to be content to share their memory with someone. Taking a step back, the brunette led his date back to the bar with his hand. "They sound amazing… I'm sorry that I won't get to meet them."
"My mother would have loved you, but my father would have been nervous around you." Rose took a seat on the stool, noticing that Bucky remained standing next to her with his arm around her hips. She laughed at the thought of Bucky meeting her father. "My father is quite protective, and he would know within two seconds that you were there to steal me away."
"You say that as though it was a bad thing," He pouted.
Shaking her head, the linguist teasingly tugged at his tie. They were only inches apart, it would only take a light pull of his tie and they would be kissing. "No, it wouldn't be. Personally, I think it would be an adventure that I could only take with you."
"Be careful, say stuff like that and I just might fall in love with you." His nose lightly touched hers. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to kiss her more than anything he ever wanted in the world. But if there was one thing he knew? Rose was a person who needs to initiate it.
"Good, makes this whole thing all that easier." Rose kissed his cheek lightly, her moving to hover over his as she spoke. "I think we should go."
"Me too."
He pulled away and offered up his arm. Rose placed her hand in the crook of his arm and they walked towards the coat desk. He helped her put on her coat before putting on his own, then offered his arm again. They talked the whole way to her apartment, sharing their likes and dislikes. Rose shared stories about her parents and Jessica, making Bucky laugh at all the ridiculous things she had done in her life. Bucky told her about the misadventures he and Steve would get themselves into. They also shared stories about previous dates, how they ended, what was wrong with them and why they didn't get into relationships with them.
They had a lot of things in common but found that they had some differences in opinions. One of them being married. Rose felt that she didn't need to be married to show how much she loved someone while Bucky thought it was a promise to each other that they would be together forever. There various of other things they disagreed on, but it wasn't something that would halt their relationship altogether. They both felt something, something that was beyond words and they were willing to give it a try.
Getting to her apartment door, Rose turned to Bucky and smiled. "We should do this again, I had a lot of fun, but I think we could leave Steve home for our next date."
"We can go to the dinner with him afterward," Her date smiled, his hands going to her hips. His eyes darted down to her red lips but were quick to meet her green eyes once more. "Or better yet? Plan a day when all three of us can go have fun, together."
Moving her hands to his chest, the linguist grinned. "Sounds like a grand ol' time."
Bucky's eyes now stared unashamedly at her lips. His head leaning down more and more with each second but stopped just before touching them. He was waiting for her to close the space between them. The five seconds before she met her lips with his was complete agony, he thought she would have pulled away and just wished him a goodnight before closing the door on him. But, there she was… kissing him full on the mouth.
His arms tightened around her, his head moving more to the side, so he could deepen the kiss further. He could feel her hands moving from his chest to around his neck, going on her tippy toes. Bucky sighed happily and lifted her off the ground, the action making her pull away and squeal. Rose looked down at Bucky and laughed, cupping his face with her hands and kissing him once more.
He slowly let her feet touch the ground before pulling away, grinning. "I'll see you tomorrow, Rosie."
"See you tomorrow, Bucky." She moved to enter her apartment, but Bucky stopped her.
He cupped her face, brushing her cheek lightly as he smiled. "Call me James."
"Goodnight, James."
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