Something about hearing that he had her made her heart jump; she believed it. For the first time in a long time, she put her faith in someone other than Captain America to ‘get her’ (in the manner of keeping her safe). This was a rarity and if anyone knew that, in her brain, she was comparing them to Captain America, they might get a little pig-headed; so it just seemed safe for her to keep that opinion to herself. 

Everything seemed to be going well, he was learning how to dance a basic dance and now she was spinning under his strong arm before he placed his hand on her back and slowly dipped her. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared up at the clean cut man leaning over her. Her bottom lip rolled under slightly as she looked up at him, her heart started to pound in her chest as he lowered himself down to her. Her lips puckered slightly ready to receive the kiss, her blue eyes closing as she awaited the gentle feeling of his lips against hers… only to have the relaxed, peaceful, tender and almost romantic moment by a loud alarm going off. When Steve jumped so did she, luckily he had a good enough grip on her that he didn’t drop her.

When he said that it might be work, she gave him a small nod; understanding all too well about how work can call you at any moment and pull you away from things, no matter what you’re doing. “It’s okay,” She said softly as he helped her stand up and pulled out her phone, “My work’s the same way, I can relate.” When he said to hold that thought, her bottom lip curled under as she bit down on it slightly, her cheeks turning a soft pink before she was able to get out the word “Okay.” As he shut the door behind him.

Her hands ran across the top of her head to the pulled back bun before letting out a long breath she had been holding for a bit. Wow that almost happened… would he have actually kissed her? Would their lips have actually touched?! Could it have actually happened?! Her body shivered at the thought of something like that happening, it seemed almost too good to be true! Too bad something had to interrupt it. Her body slid against the back of the couch, hands placing gently on the top of the couch as she waited softly for him. 

As Steve walked back into the apartment the song changed to [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPoBF2rb0Rc]I Wanna Be Loved by You[/url] by Helen Kane from the 1920s and her heart nearly skilled a beat as he walked in. If she had planned this it would have been perfect but since it wasn’t plan what does that make this? Perfection without trying maybe? “Oh it happens, I’m not sure how they get cell numbers but I get those phone calls every once and a while… they always seem to come at the wrong times…” The last part of her sentence was rather sheepish, as if she was shy about the fact that something was about to happen. But the twinkle in her blue eyes as she shot her gaze back up to him screamed she would have really enjoyed it, if the biting of her bottom lip wasn’t enough of a clue.

“How was your day today? I told you about mine, tell me about yours.” She asked softly, not wanting to pull him back into dancing again if he didn’t want to, her bare foot traced along the carpet under her feet; she wanted to dance more with him, she wanted to get dipped and possibly kissed but… how exactly do you go back to that?