Bucky and TJ - Kitty's Sweet Sixteen
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ax_mainA lot of flirting. Really. A lot.
It was a party, and a party meant a dress! While TJ was happy to pair sports bras and crop tops with skirts, shorts, and skorts in every day life, she loved any excuse to wear something a little more fancy than it was practical. So here she was, in a brown mini dress that wasn't so fancy it looked out of place. But she liked the silky feel of it, the contrast between the shimmering fabric and her fur, and that she could move in it freely. It didn't hurt that the cowl neck made her breasts look awesome.
She'd pulled some of her hair back in a half ponytail, but she'd just belted out some old school Bon Jovi on stage, rocking it up with the appropriate hip cants and headbanging (Bon Jovi lived to be mocked, okay - affectionately mocked, but mocked nonetheless), and obviously she'd had to let her hair loose for that. She was in the process of tying it back the way she wanted when she stopped by Bucky's side, and bumped her hip against his. "Hey!" She grinned at him, hands busy with the elastic band. "When did you get here?"
Bucky smiled at the hip bump. He wasn't keen on everyone in his physical space, but TJ didn't startle him. He was pretty attuned to her in his space at this point. Glancing over, and down, at her he couldn't help appreciating the dress.
"Snuck in with Natasha. Looking good."
"Thank you," TJ replied with a sharp grin. And that was why the dress. It might cover more skin (well, fur) than a lot of her more usual outfits, but dresses also got that reaction out of people. Starting with herself, let's be honest; TJ was a big believer in dressing for yourself first. "Not looking bad yourself," she shot back, because she meant it. He was still wearing black on black, but it was a good color on him, and the button-down made him look a little classier than his usual t-shirts.
She lowered her hands, half ponytail achieved again, and her tail shifted with cheerful energy. "Did you catch my song? Oh, wait, have you even caught up with Bon Jovi? He wouldn't exactly be high on my list of things you need to catch up with."
Bucky didn’t know the song, but he’d caught her singing. “First time for everything,” he said. “You were pretty good.”
TJ wouldn't lie; she kinda dug that his first taste of Bon Jovi had been her. "That's not good enough," she retorted, belying the words with a grin. "I'll have to do better."
He smiled. “Not satisfied unless you blow me away, huh?”
TJ smiled again, the flash of fangs boosting the wickedness in her expression. "I don't like settling. I need a drink after that," she added, gesturing at the karaoke. "Want something?"
“I’ll keep you company,” Bucky said, too amused to keep up the pretense of hardship.
TJ hooked her arm through this companionably as they headed for the nearby drinks. "Will you keep me company on the dance floor, when I'm rehydrated?"
Bucky could hardly complain with a beautiful woman on his arm. Several decades had passed since Bucky last danced with a girl at a party, just because he wanted to. Not to say he hadn't danced in all these years. But usually there were higher stakes on someone getting maimed at the end of the dance. "You're trying to ruin my mystique, aren't you?"
TJ eyed him playfully, amused. "What kind of mystique," that word, seriously, "do you think you've got going, that dancing at a party would ruin it?" Dancing in class clearly didn't, after all. As they reached the drinks, she reached out for a red cup she'd set aside, with her initials sharpied on the side, and poured herself a screwdriver.
Considering their dance class only included the Wagner family and Bucky, he doubted anyone expected him to be into it. It was Bucky's favorite class, to be honest. Something physical, challenging, and fun at the same time. Bucky gestured to his all black attire. "I'm trying to fade, here. No way to stay inconspicuous if I'm twirling you around. Though I guess you're the real eye catcher, so it can't be so bad."
And there he was, talking himself right into it, TJ didn't even have to do anything. She grinned approvingly, and stepped away from the drinks, taking a much needed sip from hers. "It's settled, then, we're dancing," she noted. "I'll make sure to be extra flashy, keep the spotlight firmly on me."
Bucky grabbed a cup and some soda. Nothing fancy. He copied TJ's sharpie method, thinking this was significantly different than the parties he'd been shadowing Natasha at. "Easily done. You rocking shorts tonight, or are lifts out of the question?"
"Do boyshorts count?" TJ asked with a bemused purse of her lips, eyes twinkling. Because this was not the kind of dress she could hide anything more elaborate under. The lines of the underwear were already obvious enough on her ass, when you paid attention. (She kinda wished Bucky had paid attention.) "You realize lifts are definitely not fading-into-the-background stunts, Swayze?" She teased, but she was very fond of his love for them (whether he was lifting her or Kurt, for that matter), and she'd be all over them tonight if he was serious.
He assumed there was a reference in there that he didn't get. "All eyes on you," he reminded. "And I'm just saying. I'm not used to touching you for long without someone getting knocked to the ground or lifted at some point."
"Or both," TJ allowed with a quick smile. "But hey, we could try and change that." TJ had seen and done a lot she hadn't expected over the course of her journey in many alternate universes. Still, she never would have figured she would end up flirting with Bucky Barnes - never mind enjoying it quite so much.
He grinned and took a thoughtful sip of his drink. Alcohol might be wasted on his healing factor, but who needed it when talking to a cute girl could inspire a similar warm buzz? "I'm open to new."
Hell yeah, TJ was enjoying this. And that smile on him. She held her three-fingered hand out to him, her expression purposefully daring. "Let's start small."
Bucky took her hand. "Remember. Try not to throw me down."
"I'll do my best, but I make no promises," TJ told him, and raised her glass. "I think you're safe at least until we're done with our drinks."
Natasha was going to give him so much shit later if she was watching. Bucky casually held TJ's hand, tracing his thumb along her palm. "Kind of you to spare Kitty's floors."
TJ's breath caught in her throat when his thumb slid over her palm, where her fur made way for sensitive skin. She was glad there was enough music and ambient noise that it wasn't audible, and hoped he hadn't noticed the way her tail had stilled for a second, before resuming swaying to the beat of the music. It really had been too long since someone had held her hand like this, for her to react so strongly. (She thought of John, and then resolutely decided not to think of John. It wasn't betrayal when he was in an alternate reality, in a coma. Or, hopefully, out of it by now.)
"Those, and my amazing dress," she remarked, raising her eyebrows at Bucky.
Bucky noticed the shift. He was way too in tune with TJ's movement to miss the way her tail stilled and wonder at the missed beat. He wasn't calling attention, just curious. Also the more she talked about the dress the more he felt like a dirty old man, because of course his eyes followed that thought.
"Amazing," he agreed easily. "You know, back in the day swimwear had more material than most of the dresses people pull off these days."
"I hope you're not complaining, given how much material I like to wear," TJ remarked with an amused smile. This dress had more material than most of her outfits; her midriff was hidden, after all.
He snorted softly. "Not complaining, just observing."
"Observe away," TJ invited him, holding his gaze for a beat before she took a sip of her drink. "What's the greatest shock, then? Between your time and now?" She knew the answer she would give that question, between her world and this one - the people, similar yet other. But that wasn't a possible answer for him, and she was curious.
He considered. “Man. There’s so many things between now and when I was a kid. But I can’t really say when ‘my time’ is. I’ve been around for a bunch of snapshots, so I’m sadly not surprised to see we keep doing the same dumb shit. I’m a little surprised a woman hasn’t taken over this country yet, but pretty sure if I take another nap that’s gotta change.”
"It would be about time," TJ confirmed, and tilted her head with an amused purse of her lips as her mind jumped from one idea to the next. "Did I ever tell you one of our missions meant acting as President Stark's bodyguards?"
Look at her, chatting casually while they held hands, as if the swipe of his thumb hadn't been anything special. She'd relaxed back from that hypersensitivity. She could totally do this. In fact, she stroked her own thumb over the back of his hand, no big deal.
“Oh fuck, don’t share that with Tasha. It’s hard enough getting her to agree to the one bodyguard.” And Bucky didn’t mean the suit. He fought not to glance and make sure Natasha was where he’d last spotted her. Technically, this party was minimal threat level. They knew the people here. It seemed like half these kids were paranoid survivors. Bucky could take a night off and try to pay attention to someone else.
"Yeah, he wasn't too happy either," TJ confirmed with a small shrug, tail curling to complement the gesture.
“Hopefully there’s a few more years before that idea hits her.” Bucky leaned closer. With this much talk about alternate worlds and jumps in history, he was keeping his volume low. “If you’re going to different worlds, are there other versions of you? Or is that against the rules? Just one TJ allowed at a time?”
"We never met another me," TJ admitted with a smile. "I used to think it was that my parents didn't fall in love all that often, but then Mr Fantastic explained the multiverse using actual English. I guess we just didn't hit the right worlds to meet another me?" Her tail had curled down, unusually demure in the face of their proximity - but now she grinned, and it perked up. "Or, you know. I'm just too unique for anything else."
“That last bit would not surprise me at all.”
TJ 's grin stuck around. "Flatterer."
“Hey, I’m dazzled over here,” he said by way of excuse.
"No, by all means, flatter away," TJ invited him, making a come-on motion with her tail, since her hands were busy.
He ducked enough that his lips brushed close to her ear as he murmured. “How much of that drink is left?”
A little thrill went down TJ's spine and her tail curled again, reflexively. She had missed how electrifying it was, liking someone. She leaned her head back to catch his gaze (they were standing so close), smiled, and did not break eye contact as she knocked back the rest of her drink.
Bucky smiled and put his cup down. “Does this mean we’re dancing, or are you throwing me down?”
TJ's tail curled loosely around his leg, trailing up and off of it in a caress. "Let's start with dancing," she told him as she set her cup down beside his. Then she tugged him towards the dance floor.
If he was lucky, she'd throw him down before the end of the night.
It was a party, and a party meant a dress! While TJ was happy to pair sports bras and crop tops with skirts, shorts, and skorts in every day life, she loved any excuse to wear something a little more fancy than it was practical. So here she was, in a brown mini dress that wasn't so fancy it looked out of place. But she liked the silky feel of it, the contrast between the shimmering fabric and her fur, and that she could move in it freely. It didn't hurt that the cowl neck made her breasts look awesome.
She'd pulled some of her hair back in a half ponytail, but she'd just belted out some old school Bon Jovi on stage, rocking it up with the appropriate hip cants and headbanging (Bon Jovi lived to be mocked, okay - affectionately mocked, but mocked nonetheless), and obviously she'd had to let her hair loose for that. She was in the process of tying it back the way she wanted when she stopped by Bucky's side, and bumped her hip against his. "Hey!" She grinned at him, hands busy with the elastic band. "When did you get here?"
Bucky smiled at the hip bump. He wasn't keen on everyone in his physical space, but TJ didn't startle him. He was pretty attuned to her in his space at this point. Glancing over, and down, at her he couldn't help appreciating the dress.
"Snuck in with Natasha. Looking good."
"Thank you," TJ replied with a sharp grin. And that was why the dress. It might cover more skin (well, fur) than a lot of her more usual outfits, but dresses also got that reaction out of people. Starting with herself, let's be honest; TJ was a big believer in dressing for yourself first. "Not looking bad yourself," she shot back, because she meant it. He was still wearing black on black, but it was a good color on him, and the button-down made him look a little classier than his usual t-shirts.
She lowered her hands, half ponytail achieved again, and her tail shifted with cheerful energy. "Did you catch my song? Oh, wait, have you even caught up with Bon Jovi? He wouldn't exactly be high on my list of things you need to catch up with."
Bucky didn’t know the song, but he’d caught her singing. “First time for everything,” he said. “You were pretty good.”
TJ wouldn't lie; she kinda dug that his first taste of Bon Jovi had been her. "That's not good enough," she retorted, belying the words with a grin. "I'll have to do better."
He smiled. “Not satisfied unless you blow me away, huh?”
TJ smiled again, the flash of fangs boosting the wickedness in her expression. "I don't like settling. I need a drink after that," she added, gesturing at the karaoke. "Want something?"
“I’ll keep you company,” Bucky said, too amused to keep up the pretense of hardship.
TJ hooked her arm through this companionably as they headed for the nearby drinks. "Will you keep me company on the dance floor, when I'm rehydrated?"
Bucky could hardly complain with a beautiful woman on his arm. Several decades had passed since Bucky last danced with a girl at a party, just because he wanted to. Not to say he hadn't danced in all these years. But usually there were higher stakes on someone getting maimed at the end of the dance. "You're trying to ruin my mystique, aren't you?"
TJ eyed him playfully, amused. "What kind of mystique," that word, seriously, "do you think you've got going, that dancing at a party would ruin it?" Dancing in class clearly didn't, after all. As they reached the drinks, she reached out for a red cup she'd set aside, with her initials sharpied on the side, and poured herself a screwdriver.
Considering their dance class only included the Wagner family and Bucky, he doubted anyone expected him to be into it. It was Bucky's favorite class, to be honest. Something physical, challenging, and fun at the same time. Bucky gestured to his all black attire. "I'm trying to fade, here. No way to stay inconspicuous if I'm twirling you around. Though I guess you're the real eye catcher, so it can't be so bad."
And there he was, talking himself right into it, TJ didn't even have to do anything. She grinned approvingly, and stepped away from the drinks, taking a much needed sip from hers. "It's settled, then, we're dancing," she noted. "I'll make sure to be extra flashy, keep the spotlight firmly on me."
Bucky grabbed a cup and some soda. Nothing fancy. He copied TJ's sharpie method, thinking this was significantly different than the parties he'd been shadowing Natasha at. "Easily done. You rocking shorts tonight, or are lifts out of the question?"
"Do boyshorts count?" TJ asked with a bemused purse of her lips, eyes twinkling. Because this was not the kind of dress she could hide anything more elaborate under. The lines of the underwear were already obvious enough on her ass, when you paid attention. (She kinda wished Bucky had paid attention.) "You realize lifts are definitely not fading-into-the-background stunts, Swayze?" She teased, but she was very fond of his love for them (whether he was lifting her or Kurt, for that matter), and she'd be all over them tonight if he was serious.
He assumed there was a reference in there that he didn't get. "All eyes on you," he reminded. "And I'm just saying. I'm not used to touching you for long without someone getting knocked to the ground or lifted at some point."
"Or both," TJ allowed with a quick smile. "But hey, we could try and change that." TJ had seen and done a lot she hadn't expected over the course of her journey in many alternate universes. Still, she never would have figured she would end up flirting with Bucky Barnes - never mind enjoying it quite so much.
He grinned and took a thoughtful sip of his drink. Alcohol might be wasted on his healing factor, but who needed it when talking to a cute girl could inspire a similar warm buzz? "I'm open to new."
Hell yeah, TJ was enjoying this. And that smile on him. She held her three-fingered hand out to him, her expression purposefully daring. "Let's start small."
Bucky took her hand. "Remember. Try not to throw me down."
"I'll do my best, but I make no promises," TJ told him, and raised her glass. "I think you're safe at least until we're done with our drinks."
Natasha was going to give him so much shit later if she was watching. Bucky casually held TJ's hand, tracing his thumb along her palm. "Kind of you to spare Kitty's floors."
TJ's breath caught in her throat when his thumb slid over her palm, where her fur made way for sensitive skin. She was glad there was enough music and ambient noise that it wasn't audible, and hoped he hadn't noticed the way her tail had stilled for a second, before resuming swaying to the beat of the music. It really had been too long since someone had held her hand like this, for her to react so strongly. (She thought of John, and then resolutely decided not to think of John. It wasn't betrayal when he was in an alternate reality, in a coma. Or, hopefully, out of it by now.)
"Those, and my amazing dress," she remarked, raising her eyebrows at Bucky.
Bucky noticed the shift. He was way too in tune with TJ's movement to miss the way her tail stilled and wonder at the missed beat. He wasn't calling attention, just curious. Also the more she talked about the dress the more he felt like a dirty old man, because of course his eyes followed that thought.
"Amazing," he agreed easily. "You know, back in the day swimwear had more material than most of the dresses people pull off these days."
"I hope you're not complaining, given how much material I like to wear," TJ remarked with an amused smile. This dress had more material than most of her outfits; her midriff was hidden, after all.
He snorted softly. "Not complaining, just observing."
"Observe away," TJ invited him, holding his gaze for a beat before she took a sip of her drink. "What's the greatest shock, then? Between your time and now?" She knew the answer she would give that question, between her world and this one - the people, similar yet other. But that wasn't a possible answer for him, and she was curious.
He considered. “Man. There’s so many things between now and when I was a kid. But I can’t really say when ‘my time’ is. I’ve been around for a bunch of snapshots, so I’m sadly not surprised to see we keep doing the same dumb shit. I’m a little surprised a woman hasn’t taken over this country yet, but pretty sure if I take another nap that’s gotta change.”
"It would be about time," TJ confirmed, and tilted her head with an amused purse of her lips as her mind jumped from one idea to the next. "Did I ever tell you one of our missions meant acting as President Stark's bodyguards?"
Look at her, chatting casually while they held hands, as if the swipe of his thumb hadn't been anything special. She'd relaxed back from that hypersensitivity. She could totally do this. In fact, she stroked her own thumb over the back of his hand, no big deal.
“Oh fuck, don’t share that with Tasha. It’s hard enough getting her to agree to the one bodyguard.” And Bucky didn’t mean the suit. He fought not to glance and make sure Natasha was where he’d last spotted her. Technically, this party was minimal threat level. They knew the people here. It seemed like half these kids were paranoid survivors. Bucky could take a night off and try to pay attention to someone else.
"Yeah, he wasn't too happy either," TJ confirmed with a small shrug, tail curling to complement the gesture.
“Hopefully there’s a few more years before that idea hits her.” Bucky leaned closer. With this much talk about alternate worlds and jumps in history, he was keeping his volume low. “If you’re going to different worlds, are there other versions of you? Or is that against the rules? Just one TJ allowed at a time?”
"We never met another me," TJ admitted with a smile. "I used to think it was that my parents didn't fall in love all that often, but then Mr Fantastic explained the multiverse using actual English. I guess we just didn't hit the right worlds to meet another me?" Her tail had curled down, unusually demure in the face of their proximity - but now she grinned, and it perked up. "Or, you know. I'm just too unique for anything else."
“That last bit would not surprise me at all.”
TJ 's grin stuck around. "Flatterer."
“Hey, I’m dazzled over here,” he said by way of excuse.
"No, by all means, flatter away," TJ invited him, making a come-on motion with her tail, since her hands were busy.
He ducked enough that his lips brushed close to her ear as he murmured. “How much of that drink is left?”
A little thrill went down TJ's spine and her tail curled again, reflexively. She had missed how electrifying it was, liking someone. She leaned her head back to catch his gaze (they were standing so close), smiled, and did not break eye contact as she knocked back the rest of her drink.
Bucky smiled and put his cup down. “Does this mean we’re dancing, or are you throwing me down?”
TJ's tail curled loosely around his leg, trailing up and off of it in a caress. "Let's start with dancing," she told him as she set her cup down beside his. Then she tugged him towards the dance floor.
If he was lucky, she'd throw him down before the end of the night.
