#dancing in Paris

[sjsmith56]

We Danced

Summary: Bucky meets a beautiful woman in a Washington, D.C. hotel bar (how original, right?), helps her get rid of a creep, then spends the night with her. They make tentative plans to see each other again. This is the first part of a planned three part story.

Length: 2.4K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named original female character, Sam Wilson, named creep.

Warnings: Bucky’s not having a good time at first, implied foreplay and smut, creep won’t take no for an answer at first, referral to Bucky’s past as an assassin, implied oral sex (f. receiving).

Author notes: Original female character is physically described as dark-haired and dark-eyed with nice legs. Image pictured was chosen to represent the pose, not the actual look of the woman. In many ways she is much like Bucky, with a profession that requires her to project a certain image to the public. Underneath, she feels isolated until she spends the night with Bucky. She is multilingual (but I’m not) so if I couldn’t find a natural translation of the phrase it will be in italics.

Chérie - translates to “dear” but Bucky means it as “dearest,” as he’s already enchanted by her.

À la prochaine - means “until next time.” When it’s said, they’re unsure when they’ll see each other again.

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Part 1

Washington, D.C., August, 2024

The two Avengers stood there, drinks in hand, as the dance floor was set up. Various people stopped to make small talk with them, although only Sam Wilson actually conversed. His partner, Bucky Barnes, looked uncomfortable every time they were approached and would make sure he was sipping his drink whenever they were asked a question. When he did speak, it would be to say, “I don’t know,” or “No comment.” Before the music started Sam looked at his friend like he was deliberately being uncooperative.

“What?” asked Bucky. “You know I don’t like these things. I feel like I’m on display.”

“It’s part of the job,” replied Sam. “These are the people who decide on funding. We need their goodwill to keep the Avengers going.”

“You should get Torres or Pepper, or Scott and Hope to do these then,” retorted Bucky. “They’re much better at this.”

“I suppose you’re not going to stay for the dancing,” noted his partner. “There’re some nice-looking women here. You could get lucky.”

The dark-haired man smirked. “I don’t dance, not to what they call music now. I’m going to the lounge, have a couple of drinks and call it a night. Meet you for breakfast?”

“Yeah, unless I get lucky,” smiled Sam. “I’ll text you if I do.”

Downing the rest of his drink, Bucky gave his friend a nod of acknowledgement and left the banquet area of the hotel. Stepping down the wide stairs to the main floor he headed towards the lounge and sat at the bar, ordering a scotch, neat. There was a jazz trio in the corner, a woman on piano, a drummer, and a guitarist. They were playing some soft instrumental jazz that made him feel a bit mellow and he watched them, as the lounge slowly filled up with others, almost all couples or groups. Two seats away from him a woman in a short but elegant black dress sat, placing her clutch on the edge of the bar. It fell off and Bucky reached down to pick it up, almost at the same time she did. Extending her foot down from the rung of the high stool as she reached for her purse, Bucky had a good view of her leg before he straightened up to hand it to her.

“Thank you,” she smiled, her dark eyes meeting his. “A nice gesture like that deserves a reward. What are you drinking?”

“Scotch,” he replied. “You don’t have to. I just got this one.”

“Please, allow me.” Bucky nodded and she ordered him another scotch plus a martini for herself. When it came, she raised her drink to his. “Here’s to good manners and the men who still have them.”

They both sipped their drinks and neither said anything at first until Bucky turned to her. “Okay, you’ve got me wondering what idiot didn’t have good manners.”

She looked at the mirrored wall in front of them where the liquor bottles were. They could see everything behind them. “The man out in the lobby in the grey suit with the red tie.” Bucky looked for the man as she shook her head. “I’m here for a conference and we had a few sessions together. He asked me out for dinner, seemed nice, so I said yes. He began coming on to me in a very blatant way before the salads were even served. Tried to sell me on going to a swinger’s club with him. I wasn’t buying it, so I left. Shit, he just saw me.”

Bucky looked at the mirror, picked up his drink and sat on the empty seat next to her. “Follow my lead,” he said, as he leaned close to her ear and gently kissed the edge of it. “Giggle.”

The dark-haired woman reacted as he suggested and gazed at him adoringly. Pretending to be absorbed in each other they both didn’t react at first when they heard the man in the grey suit say her name.

“Quinn? Um, I’m sorry.”

She looked away from Bucky and fixed a steely gaze on him before shaking her head in dismissal. “So am I, Larry. Good thing I saw James at the bar here. I haven’t seen him in … when was the last time?”

“Last year,” he replied. “Paris, wasn’t it? That little jazz club in the Latin quarter. You wore that black dress with the plunging back. We danced all night there and back at the hotel.” He gently ran his fingers down her bare arm. “It was a night I’ll never forget.”

“But your food has arrived,” said Larry. “It will get cold.”

Bucky turned to him. “Then it will get cold, Larry. You offended the lady with your bad manners. Now, you can learn from your mistake and leave with some dignity, or I’ll remove your phone from your pocket and call your wife about how much of a bad husband you’ve been.”

Larry turned red but stood his ground. “I’m not married, and who are you to say I have bad manners. I know who you are. You’re a killer.”

Bucky looked apologetically at Quinn and stood up towering over the hapless Larry. Reaching out with his right hand he picked up Larry’s left, pointing out the pale strip of skin on his ring finger where his wedding band had been. Then he reached into Larry’s pocket, found his phone and held it up to his face so it unlocked. Scanning through the pictures he found one of Larry with his wife and kids. Shaking his head, he handed the man his phone back.

“You’re right, I was a killer, but Quinn knows who I am and my past doesn’t seem to bother her,” said Bucky. “You seem to have a pretty wife and some cute kids, yet you came on to this woman at a conference, and asked her to go to a sex club with you.” There were several muffled laughs around them as those seated nearby listened in on the exchange. “It offended her, so she left and you seem to think that because her food has arrived she owes you a second chance? It doesn’t work that way. If this were a poker game I would tell you to fold.”

With a sound of disgust Larry turned around and stalked out. Several people applauded, entertained by the spectacle of a cheating husband being exposed. Bucky took his seat next to Quinn and looked at her with some deliberation.

“You knew who I was,” he stated.

She nodded. “I recognized you. You’re right. I don’t care about your past. What you do now is honourable and you have great manners. Your restraint with Casanova was admirable.”

Picking up his glass he sipped his whisky again. “Is Quinn your real name?”

Smiling broadly at him she took another drink of her martini before answering. “Yes, Quinn Olman. I’m a legal researcher with the International Court of Justice. We’re here for a conference on international disputes.”

“High powered job,” noted Bucky. “You like it?”

“Very much,” she replied. “Don’t get back here often, three or four times a year.”

He nodded his head, understanding the subtext of what she was saying. “That’s too bad, I thought we had a moment.”

“We did.” She sipped her martini again then addressed Bucky in Russian. “Would you stay with me tonight?”

Turning to look at her he breathed out as he ran his fingers down her arm again before answering in Russian. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”

“I don’t care. I like you very much.” She finished her drink then stood up and whispered in his ear. “Room 1624. Give me ten minutes. Don’t stand me up.”

Picking up her clutch she left him at the bar and he watched her walk away, her image on the mirrored wall behind all the liquor bottles. Pulling his phone out he checked his messages, not seeing anything from Sam. For a moment he considered sending him a text about not being in his room but part of him wasn’t sure how this was going to play out. Deciding against it for now he finished his drink, paid his tab and headed out to the elevators. He saw Larry trying to chat up another woman as they sat together on a couch in the lobby and shook his head at the man. Bucky wasn’t kidding about the pretty wife and cute kids but the guy obviously wasn’t the type to cherish what he had. Inserting his key card in the slot in the elevator Bucky pressed the 16th floor button and waited quietly for the elevator to reach the floor, opening its doors. Finding room 1624 he gently knocked, hearing the sound of Quinn approaching the door. She opened it, wearing a silk robe. Stepping aside she let him enter then locked the door, following him into her room. There was music, which he recognized as John Coltrane.

“Before we do anything I wanted to make it clear that I’m 34, divorced, clean and I’m on birth control,” said Quinn. “As part of the International Court we’re expected to live an exemplary life, even though it’s not as regulated as the judges’ personal lives. If I’m ever asked if we were together I have to be truthful. But that’s only if I’m asked.”

“I’m 107, and as a super soldier I’m immune to just about everything as I’m very healthy,” replied Bucky. “I was last with someone in 2017 but it was the 1940s before then. I haven’t really dated since I got my freedom. I have anxiety and still have the occasional PTSD nightmare.”

“May I?” asked Quinn, approaching him.

Bucky nodded and she helped him off with his suit jacket, then began unbuttoning his shirt as he stroked her arms. Gently he ran his hands over her back and down to the curves of her cheeks, confirming she wasn’t wearing anything under the robe. When she undid his shirt cuffs he held his left hand out to her, allowing her to remove his glove, having worn only that glove. He placed his left hand on her neck pulling her closer then kissed her, starting with just his lips then opening his mouth more as she accepted his overtures. While he caressed her breast with his other hand she ran her hands over his chest then around his waist to his back. Briefly they pulled away and she started to lift his shirt off his shoulders, exposing the metal of his left shoulder.

“Do you have feeling in it?” asked Quinn, in a hushed voice.

“Yes, I can feel your touch,” he answered, watching her eyes closely as she pulled his shirt down his arms before finally tossing it on a chair.

Her hands were feather-light on Bucky’s skin, as she traced the seam of the shoulder insert before kissing his chest. Taking her hand in his he kissed the palm, then her wrist before lifting it to wrap around his shoulder. Holding her other hand close to his chest Bucky began dancing, making her smile. He shrugged slightly.

“Just so we could say we danced in Washington, if we ever meet each other again.”

“Alright,” she whispered, before laying her head against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin on her face.

When they finally laid their bodies together, after foreplay that both teased and tantalized each other, then joined their flesh in passion, Quinn knew she wanted to see Bucky again. Their release into bliss was almost earth shattering by itself. The fact they did it several more times before spooning together to sleep was unprecedented for her. There was no way she wanted this to be a one time thing. She told him so in the morning before they got up to shower.

“I want to see you again,” she murmured as he lazily buried his face between her legs.

“Tonight?” he asked, looking up briefly.

“Can’t, we’re flying back to The Hague right after the closing keynote speaker,” she gasped.

“Then when?”

Her orgasm prevented Quinn from answering just then and for a moment she couldn’t even think properly. Then he crawled back up towards her face and kissed her, sharing her taste between them.

“We’re back in November at the United Nations, as five new judges are being voted on,” she mumbled, between kisses. “Unless, you come to The Hague sometime.”

“I’m only in Europe if I’m working,” he answered, nuzzling her breasts, as she arched her body up into him. “Maybe I could manage a night.”

“Thank you,” she groaned, pulling him onto her again for one last session before she really had to shower and get to the conference.

After they both were dressed and stood inside her hotel room door Bucky touched her face with his left hand while Quinn leaned into the smooth coolness of the vibranium. It had been the most incredible night she had ever spent with a man and she found herself wanting it to last even longer. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her wallet and extracted a business card giving it to him. Bucky reached inside his pocket and took his phone out, unlocking it and offering it to her. With a smile she entered her personal phone number and email in the contacts. He sent her a text and smiled at her as she read it then saved it as a contact.

“I’ll see you in New York in November, unless I’m in the neighbourhood sooner,” he said. “Til we meet again, Chérie.”

“À la prochaine,” she replied.

They kissed once more and she let him out, with her waiting until she heard the sound of the elevator arriving before looking to see if he was gone. Then she entered the elevator herself, getting off at the conference floor level and heading to breakfast with the other researchers.

Bucky went to his room and changed into jeans and a casual shirt as he and Sam were visiting a hospital today, then visiting a veteran’s facility. He headed towards the restaurant, looking for Sam and sliding into the seat across from him. The server poured him a coffee right away and he confirmed he would have the breakfast buffet. His partner watched him carefully, seeing subtle changes in his friend’s demeanour.

“So, anything happen?”

“Had a couple of scotches in the bar then went to bed,” replied Bucky. “You?”

“Nothing, except I knocked on your door to ask if you wanted to watch a movie and you didn’t answer. So, where were you, really?”

Bucky blushed at being busted and he smiled politely. “I’m a gentleman and it would be rude to talk about the lady,” he said. “I’ll only say she’ll be in New York in November and we’re going to try to see each other then. She works in Europe.”

Sam accepted the brief update, happy that his best friend seemed to have found someone. Perhaps, if they were called to Europe for a mission, Bucky could reconnect to the mystery woman who put a spring in his step and a glow on his face.

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