James Buchanan Barnes (sergeant_barnes) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-06-20 02:20:00 |
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Bucky was starting to work up a sweat, as he maintained a dancing posture. He wasn't sure why he'd felt the urge to dance. Why he wanted to salsa, it had been years. But he felt the urge to dust off the old steps. Once he had the proper distance from the mirror he closed his eyes and pictured a partner. A random dark figure outfitted in the flowing ruffles of the typical salsa dance attire. He, dressed in the tight black, pocketless fitted trousers, and white shirt that was open down the front, dressed a little more modestly. With each step, it became more and more obvious that the dance itself was arousing. But Bucky had never been one to be embarrassed with what God had given him. He only paused long enough to adjust so that it was less obvious, and less in the way. Part of him prayed someone would come in. |