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The music was almost vibrating through Harley's body and she laughed as Bucky spun her around on the dancefloor. He pulled her against his body and dipped her down, laughing loudly.

"Ok, ok," Harley laughed, "You showed me up. You can dance but try not to dip me again. I almost fell out of my dress,"

"O-oh. I'm so sorry," Bucky said, his face burning.

"It's alright," Harley said patting his chest and span away from his body, still holding his hand, "I forgive you only because you can dance,"

Bucky smiled and nodded, "I told you I was good,"

"You must have had lessons,"

"I wouldn't say that," Bucky said, "You aren't too bad yourself, Harley. I'll try to get Steve to dance with you next,"

"Would he dance with me?"

"He'd be an idiot not to," He laughed, "Come on. I can see the glare he is sending me. I should probably take you back to him before he thinks I'm going to run off with you,"

"Men," Harley said, "Everything is a pissing competition,"

"You do look at yourself in the mirror, right?"

"Occasionally," Harley said.

"Jesus. Your gorgeous!" Bucky exclaimed, "Your ex is a dick head ground the sounds of it and Nat is right. You should let him get beaten up,"

"It's nice of you to say that but he isn't worth it,"

"You are too nice," Bucky rolled his eyes and held her hand tightly as he led her back to the table.

Nat and Wanda whistled loudly as they approached, so they bowed slightly before sitting down.

"You can really shake that ass," Nat said, "I'm jealous that you let Bucky dance with you and not me,"

"We can always dance later," Harley said pulling the straw into her mouth with her tongue.

"Between the sheets?"

Steve and Bucky choked on their drinks.

"If that is what you want, beautiful," Harley winked at Nat making her laugh, "Steve, did you want to dance?"

"Uh, I'm not much of a dancer,"

"You don't have to be a dancer to have fun," Harley said, "Please? Just one dance?"

"If he won't dance, I will,"

Harley spun around at the new voice and she leapt into his arms, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed a drink. What are you doing here?"

"I'm with Nat and Wanda," Harley grinned, "You look great! Have you been working out?"

"Oh, girl, stop it," Sam laughed, "Obviously. Oh...you've met Steve and Bucky?"

"Yes!" Harley said, "They drink with Nat and Wanda. Do you know them?"

"Oh, sure," Sam said, "Through Nat and Wanda. How are things? I heard Levi is a bigger jerk than I thought,"

Harley rolled her eyes, "We will talk another time. I am here to have fun tonight and you need to convince Steve to dance with me,"

"Steve. Dance with her," Sam said.

"Alright," Steve sighed, "But I'm sorry if I embarrass you,"

"Wanda, let's go dance," Bucky said, "Nat, you can have Sam,"

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" Sam asked, "I have more moves than you,"

Harley took Steve's hand and dragged him to the dance floor. He awkwardly looked around but she grabbed hold of his hands.

"Relax," She said, "No one will judge you or look at you badly. Look at Sam. He is dancing like an idiot,"

Steve nodded and began to move with the music, his eyes never leaving Harley's.

"Harley," He said above the music and he spun her around, pressing his chest against her back and her heart began to race, "I think you look beautiful tonight. I am struggling to keep my eyes off you,"

Harley swallowed hard and swayed side to side, his fingers gripping her waist tightly. She looked up to see Nat and Wanda sending her kissy faces and she rolled her eyes, ignoring them as more dances joined the floor.

When Steve pressed a kiss to the base of her neck, she shivered and held back a groan. She grabbed his hands, linking her fingers with his and she tilted her head letting him kiss his way up her throat. Steve turned her around and studied her face before slowly lowering his lips to hers.

The kiss was gentle, almost testing the waters and Harley felt her pulse quicken. Their lips moved perfectly and it was as if they were alone on the dancefloor, the music barely being heard.

Then their tongues touched and his hands moved to grip her head tightly, making her run her fingers through his hair. Harley felt herself get more excited and she had to pull away before she stripped in the middle of the dancefloor.

As she spoke, their lips touched and she ignored the catcalls from her friends behind her.

"Shall...shall we go someplace else?"

Steve smirked against her lips, kissing her hard once more, "Lead the way, beautiful,"

Harley bit into her lower lip, flipped her friends the middle finger as they were shouting crude suggestions, and she went back to the table to grab her bag and jacket. Steve picked his blazer up and followed her out of the bar.

The walk back to Harley's apartment was quiet, full of thick tension and when they stepped into the lift, it was as if the oxygen had vanished, making her pant. Steve had to help her unlock the door because her hands were shaking and she breathed heavily when he closed the door behind him.

Harley silently cheered when she had tidied her apartment before she left and Steve stepped into her body, running his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Bedroom. Now,"

Harley grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door and into her bedroom. Steve spun her around and slammed his lips against hers. They stumbled back, yanking on each other's clothes and collapsed onto the bed.

Steve's mouth was hungry on hers, his tongue showing who was in control. Harley let out a quiet moan when he cupped her breast over her bra and she reached down between them, grabbing Steve's growing erection.

"God," He hissed out, "I need to get you naked,"

Harley was happy to comply and she almost tore her underwear off. Steve bit into his lower lip looking at her, the night sky lighting the room up.

"Don't think I'm going to be the only one naked," She said, pointing at Steve's boxers, "Off. Now,"

"Yes, ma'am," Steve grinned and kicked his boxers off, allowing Harley to admire the almost perfect washboard abs and pecks.

Their lips crashed against each other's again, kissing as if their life depended on it. Steve's hands were rough on her body and she was loving every second of it. Harley gasped when his hand slid between her legs and rubbed against her clit.

"Ah, yes," She hissed out but he pulled his hand back, "What are you-fuck!"

"Holy, fuck," Steve grunted, "You're so wet...so hot,"

Harley held onto Steve's hair as he pounded into her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, at how hard and deep he was. Her body was quivering and burning up underneath him and she wasn't sure how much longer she could take.

"I want you to ride me," Steve growled into her ear, "Can you be a good girl and ride me?"

"Oh, fuck, yes," Harley panted out and Steve switched their positions. Harley placed her hands on his chest, digging her nails in slightly as she began to bounce up and down. Her breath caught her throat when his dick hit her cervix and she squeaked slightly when Steve thrust his hips up, matching her bounces.

"Oh, baby," Steve groaned, "You feel so good riding my dick,"

Dirty talk was never at the top of Harley's list but just listening to this man groan about how tight and wet she was, or how good she was at fucking him, sent her over the edge.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, digging her nails into his chest as her orgasm shook through her body. Steve yanked her down, wrapping his arms around her waist and pounded his hips upwards, making her scream even louder.

"Oh, yes, fuck!" Steve grunted into her ear and forced his hips up high, pushing her down at the same time. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at how deep he was and she winced slightly at the pain. Steve moaned out her name as he finished cumming and his body relaxed, hugging her tight to his chest.

"Damn," She whispered, "That was intense,"

"I'm glad," Steve said, "I didn't hurt you did I? I saw you wince,"

"I'm fine. More than fine," Harley said, "You were...fucking brilliant."

Steve grinned and kissed her forehead, "I'm glad. I'm getting a leg cramp, shit,"

Harley burst out laughing and gasped when she fell to the side, "I'm going to be sore in the morning,"

"Oh hell. I'm sorry. I got carried away and-"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing," Harley grinned and closed her eyes, "I know I'll sleep well,"

Steve laughed and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, "Do you mind if I shower?"

"Go ahead," Harley said, feeling her body getting heavier, "Help yourself to something to eat and drink,"

"Did you want anything?"

"Mmm," Harley said shaking her head, rolling onto her side, "I'm alright,"

"Ok. Maybe you should get some sleep,"

"Already on it, good looking,"

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