Work was all Steve had. He was literally made to shoot things, and be a perfect soldier... But the more he was here, the more he questioned whether that was a good idea.... But now, with the barefoot blonde holding out her hand, and inviting him to try and kiss her again, Steve was now sure that there might be other things in life besides doing whats good and wrong... He took her hand, and went back in to dancing position. "Alright, lets see if I remember..." He said, doing the dance they did earlier for a little bit, following Sharon and the music as he did it.

He then raised his hand yet again, letting her do a spin underneath, her perfume filling his nostrils yet again. Steve leaned forward, his arm on Sharon's back, and in the same position they were in. "Better?" He asked, a weak smile coming from his lips... Her dark blue eyes looked in to Steve's. This was nerve raking. He was inches from a very beautiful woman's face. The last time he kissed someone (besides Natashia, she didn't really count) was 70 years ago while he was going to jump in to certain death... And now, 70 years later, Steve had the decision to plunge in to a scenario just as scary for him.

He gently pressed his lips to her full ones... And this was much much much better than he expected. He then pulled away, looking at her, expecting to be either slapped, invited to try again, or just simply asked to leave... There was only one that he would really want.