Steve Rogers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} captainhandsome) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Steve was too coordinated to be a bad dancer, but he lacked experience and he also wasn't versed at relaxing into things, especially physical contact. He glanced up, relieved to see no one was staring at them and he reminded himself where they were, when they were and looked back down into his dark rimmed eyes. Even if Klaus was smiling, Steve recognised that echo of loss there and maybe it was sick but that drew him in more. Providing comfort, a place to rest, well Steve had always been good at that.
"Knowing where to put your feet, reading the other person's movements," Steve explained as his arm came up so his hand rested between Klaus' shoulders and he could dip him down, until the back of his head nearly touched the floor. It was a silly show of strength, but hey, he could show off a little now and then couldn't he.
"Keep you on your toes, sometimes we fight for fun too," Steve said with a smile.