The L Word
Summary: You and Bucky have an agreement, but you can’t help but to push his buttons.
Word Count: 2297
A/N: Smutttt, all of it, Bucky is dominant and jealous.
lmaooo it’s been 5 years and i’ve discovered the original link is broke, so here’s a reupload.
You stood at the bar, heels completely aching at the pumps stuck to your feet. You sipped your rum and coke, turning back to Sam who stood with you at the bar. He looked insanely handsome, wearing a blue suit instead of a traditional black, and opted out of a tie.
“Wanna dance?” He grinned mischievously, offering you his hand. You shrugged, giggling in response and throwing your drink back before taking his hand and getting on the floor. The avengers were stuck at yet another one of Tony Stark’s fancy parties, too fancy for your liking. Everyone was rich and snobby, something you could never manage to be even if you wanted to. You shook your head at the people circled around Tony like sharks, presumably laughing at a joke they didn’t quite get.
Sam pulled you to him, his hand taking your waist and the other holding your hand up as your two swayed slowly back and forth.
