Breathless

3. Night Out

     "Hey, boys," Scarlett smiles as she hands me another drink and sits down between Chris and I. "Having fun yet?"

     Chris smirks and ruffles her hair, "We were until you squeezed in between us."

     "It's a habit," she grins as she teases him. "I'm not quite used to you having someone on your arm yet."

     He nods, balancing his drink on his knee, saying, "It won't take long." He looks over at me and smiles warmly. "And Seb isn't going anywhere as long as I have a say in the matter."

     Swoon.

Scarlett pokes his cheek, saying, "I don't think either of you are going anywhere, actually."

Chris smiles as she gets up, saying, "I think you might be right."

Once she's out of earshot, he pulls me back over to him and tucks his arm around my shoulder. I can't help but blush and stare at him in shock.

He sips on his drink as I say, "You're trouble."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he tells me, too amused to keep a straight face.

I lean back into him as I smile, "Whatever you say, Chris."

He presses a kiss to my cheek and then he nips along my jaw. I nearly come unglued.

Goddammit, Christopher.

Once he gives me a moment to catch my breath, I kiss his cheek and lean in close to his ear, saying softly, "Keep it up and see what happens."

He grins, "Oh really?"

I smile back, "Final warning."

"I'll keep that in mind, Seb," he muses.

I look around the club that Robert has brought the team to. Our group is tearing up the upper level, which includes a private dance floor and a lounge area. About half of the group is destroying the bar, and the others are dancing like it's the end of the world. Scarlett and Lizzie are leading the chaos, ecstatic to finally have a night off after weeks of traveling for a relentless press tour.

Chris kisses my cheek, "I'm surprised you're not dancing on the bar with Robert."

As a matter of fact, Robert is dancing on the bar...right now. He's got a bottle of whiskey in one hand and his other hand is a fist raised over his head. It's madness, but I'm honestly not surprised. He's been going a bit stir crazy lately.

I chuckle, "If I could choose who to dance on top of a bar with, it would be you."

He smiles and rests his head on my shoulder, "Fat chance in hell of that happening."

I throw back the rest of my drink and jump to my feet, saying, "I guess we're in hell then!"

He shakes his head with a laugh as he takes my hand and sets his drink aside, "Oh, really now, Seb?"

I manage to pull him to the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by everyone we know and love, and I laugh when a bewildered look crosses his face.

"Are you sure that you aren't actually Steve Rogers?" I ask him.

Scarlett spins over to us like a top, and then she ruffles Chris' hair and says, "Come on, Cap, loosen up!"

Chris laughs, head thrown back, hand to his chest, like he always does, and I can't help but stare in absolute wonder. He's gorgeous when he laughs. I love it.