action;

[punchedhitler]

[He had to go out at some point - mostly to get clothes, but also to run errands like food and walk the dog and finally meet Bucky up at the Blue Light for when Bucky gets off his shift.

He can't believe he's wearing a dress, but that's all Rosella had to lend him, so a dress is what he's wearing. He supposes in this body it's not so bad, right?

He hopes, anyway. This dress shows off a lot of his legs. Luckily he's not wearing heels, too. ]




[ooc: action only please, but feel free to meet him out and about or even at the Blue Light! Hit on him, come on, you know you want tooooo]

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ It does, because maybe he's a little lovesick, okay? But his laugh is soft when he follows, a hand at the small of Steve's back. ]

You'd hate if I were anything less.

[miss_america]

I don't think I would hate you.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, I'm glad about that.

[ There's music drifting from somewhere, and he grins at Steve, catches his hand before pulling him closer again. The kiss is light, brief, but it's there and it thrills him. ]

[miss_america]

[Here have a light kiss back and they're getting pushed to the dance floor]

You have to promise to be slow I'm an awful dancer.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'll go it at your pace.

[ Bucky's grinning, takes his hand to lead him to a quieter spot. It's different than the last time, but at least Bucky gets it, shows him where to put his hands and keeps Steve close. ]

Just follow me.

[miss_america]

[He does, he follows Bucky's lead]

This is kind of strange.

[yourbestguysgun]

Bad strange?

[miss_america]

Not bad.

Just strange. Definitely not something I'd ever thought I'd be doing.

[yourbestguysgun]

Dancing without major catastrophe?

[miss_america]

Dancing with you in public.

Without major catastrophe.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing as he ducks his head, smiles at her. ] The night's still young, Rogers.

[miss_america]

You're waiting for one, aren't you?

[yourbestguysgun]

It's us, when do we we ever play by the choir sheet?

[miss_america]

[He just puts his head on Bucky's shoulder, like they're a normal couple.]

Never.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It's not supposed to take his breath away, but it does, makes him go quiet, his hands still resting on him. This feels good. ]

[miss_america]

[They're pressed close to each other, and Steve is finally letting his mind settle - no worries, no problems. It's as though they're alone even though they're in the middle of a very public place.]

This isn't a lie, right? Because I'm keeping who I am quiet?

[yourbestguysgun]

Does it matter?

[ Turning them around slowly. ]

[miss_america]

Lies always matter.

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't know, I don't think it's a lie, you're just choosing not to disclose, hell of a difference.

[miss_america]

I should decide, shouldn't I?

[yourbestguysgun]

What are the options?

[miss_america]

I admit to people on the street who I am?

[But he's pressed against Bucky, no sign of moving]

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope, no can do, you'd have to leave and that would be the opposite of what we want here.

[miss_america]

[He just mulls on it. Quiet. Stevelike]

[yourbestguysgun]

You don't have to tell anybody.