Sing, Sing, Sing
You smoothed over your dress, checking yourself out in the mirror. It was a cute thing, a brilliant red colour. It was rather simple; the sleeves capped your shoulders, it cinched at the waist (where there was a black belt) then flared out, hitting right past your knees. The important thing was that you could spin in it. It fit you well, and honestly, you thought you looked hot in it.
The only jewelry you wore was a necklace that you wore all the time anyway. A locket that Bucky had given you, that, when opened, had “I love you” written messily on a tiny white piece of paper. The locket had been his mother’s. The “I love you” was his.
“Hey, Y/N, you almost ready? We’re gonna be la–holy cow.” You couldn’t help but blush. His smile grew wider as his eyes travelled up and down your figure. “You look amazing,” he said slowly.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Sargeant,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. He’d worn his formal uniform for the event, as it was formal dress. You loved his uniform. If you could make him wear it all of the time, you certainly would.
“You kidding me? Almost every guy in there is gonna look like this. You, on the other hand, look like a damned princess.” His hands settled on the sides of your face. “And I love every inch of it. Especially those heels,” he said, nodding down to your bright red shoes that you’d picked to match your dress. He leaned in, whispering in your ear, “I’d like to see what you look like wearing just those.”
“Maybe later, hot stuff. Right now, well, we’d better go. It’s going to start in ten minutes.”
“Right, let’s go.”
You arrived a good two minute early, and music could be heard from outside the building. You made your way inside, and fortunately, Steve and Peggy were close to the outside, so you were able to find them quickly. And by the outside, you meant in the corner, kissing. Bucky motioned to them and you snickered under your breath.
“Hey!” the two of you said in unison upon approaching them.
They both pulled away hastily, trying to act casual. “So, cool thing Stark’s got going on here, huh?” you said, smirking.
“Oh yeah, definitely,” Steve said cooly.
“Really cool,” Peggy followed.
“I see you guys are already having a good time,” Bucky said, holding back a laugh.
“Mhm,” Steve and Peggy both nodded.
“So when does the main event start?” you asked, and in response, the lights dimmed.
“Now, apparently. Here, we saved you seats,” Peggy said, motioning to a table near the front. It was a small event, for S.H.I.E.L.D. members only. “I’ve got to go up, see you guys later!” She kissed Steve, trying to pull it out for as long as possible before she was called on stage by Howard for the second time.
They both talked about the founding of S.H.I.E.L.D. amongst other things. Just as they were finishing up, waiters started walking through, bringing food.
“Thank God,” Bucky whispered to you, “I’m starving.”
Peggy soon returned to her seat next to Steve. Everyone ate, then when waiters started taking the plates back, everyone migrated to the dance floor. They played plenty of fast swing music, and you and Bucky danced to nearly every song.
At the point at which you were breathing so hard you couldn’t speak, you decided to take a break. You sat back at the table and finally had some of the champagne that’d been served so long ago.
The band started playing Benny Goodman, though, and you instantly pulled Bucky up from where the two of you were sitting. He quickly downed the rest of the champagne he’d been idling on and followed you out.
You danced to the music fast, and heard Peggy grumbling, “Steve, that’s the second time you’ve stepped on my feet!” from nearby.
To which you heard Steve reply, “Sorry, darling, I told you I’m not good at this.”
The song was over faster than you expected, and the next few fast songs flew by just as fast. The band then played slower songs, and your right hand’s grip on Bucky’s left tightened, and he pulled you closer to him with his right arm. With him leading, you followed everyone else, spinning and swaying like royalty.
When the song had finished, you both left the dance floor, smiling. You stood over on the side, next to the wall. Bucky tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. “Listen to me, Y/N. I love you so much, doll, please don’t ever think otherwise.”
You opened your locket for him to see in response an he pursed his lips. “Just kidding, I love you too, babe, more than life itself.” You grabbed his face and pulled him into you, pressing a filthy, open-mouthed kiss to his lips. He kissed you back with equal fervor and slowly backed you into the wall. Your hands moved to the back of his–
From a female’s voice came, “Ahem.” and from a male’s came, “Looks like you’re the ones who need a room.”
“Well, at least we could hold it in for more than two minutes!” you countered.
“In my defense, look at her, come on!” Steve motioned to Peggy.
“Look at her!” Bucky motioned to you. “No offense, Peggy.”
Peggy only laughed.
“Anyway, we were just letting you guys know that we were leaving,” Steve chirped.
“Oh, so it didn’t stop at the start of the show, I see?” you teased.
Steve just shook his head, laughing.
“Alright, well, I think Y/N and I are gonna head back too. She has something to show me.” Bucky nodded to your shoes. “I’ll see you later, buddy,” he said, patting Steve on the shoulder and muttering, “Use protection,” in his ear.
Steve pushed him away teasingly, saying, “You too.”
And you all left the ball, music playing loudly behind you. And you remembered that night as the most fun you’d had in a long time. During the ball and after.