Bucky’s sitting next to you like nothing’s wrong.

One arm slung lazily over the back of your chair. Drink in his other hand. Calm. Casual. Unbothered.

Anyone looking over would think he’s just… there.

But you know better.

Because his knee shifts just slightly pressing against yours under the table. Not enough to draw attention.

Just enough to make you notice.

He leans in like he’s about to say something normal. Something harmless.

But his voice drops, low and quiet, right against your ear.

“Careful,” he murmurs, barely moving his lips. “You’re startin’ to fidget.”

His fingers tap once against your thigh.innocent. Too innocent.even as his finger moves higher up.*

From the outside, it looks like nothing.

But his thumb lingers…under your skirt just barely.Just a second too long.

Then he pulls back, takes a sip of his drink, eyes forward like he didn’t just do that.

Like he didn’t just start something.

A beat passes.

Then

“You gonna behave,” he adds under his breath, not even looking at you now, “or am I gonna have to keep you distracted all night?”