Olivia wouldn’t ever really be able to punish her anyway, since they were outside the club and what Olivia liked to do inside the club was waaaay past Sharon’s hard limits. She sighed inwardly at the thought. It was why she and Brian ultimately hadn’t worked out, which she’d known from the beginning they wouldn’t but she’d been tired of not having a steady play partner. She’d wanted some intimacy. Unfortunately, Brian wanted more than just rough sex and a little manhandling, something he’d figured out the more they’d played together. It wasn’t unusual for people new to the scene to figure themselves out as they played, but it kind of sucked when she already knew what she wanted, it just didn’t match up to anyone else. She was too kinky for vanilla men and too vanilla for kinky men. There had to be other people who fell somewhere in the middle, didn’t there?

Something knocked against the back of her knee, sending her hurtling forward and into something very hard.

Oops. Make that someone very hard. And not in the hard penis way. Nope. Hard muscles. All over.

Sharon looked up. Blinked. Ah yes. Scowly face Captain America with his usual look of disapproval. But like every good superhero, he’d caught her before she could go sprawling across the floor. Which was like, super hot - or would be if he didn’t always have a pinched expression on his face whenever he looked at her.

“How drunk are you?” he asked irritably.

Bristling, Sharon managed to find her footing. “I’m not! Someone pushed me.”

She turned her head around to see Olivia smirking at her from where Luke was leading her in slow circles. Sharon stuck out her tongue at Olivia before she realized Jake was still holding onto her and she had more pressing issues than Olivia’s revenge.

“You can let go of me now.”

“I’m not sure I can,” Jake said, still sounding annoyed. “There’s a lot of people on the dance floor, it’s probably safer for you to just stay here until the song is over.”

His big body moved, taking her with him as he swayed.

Holy crap, he was dancing with her!

Sharon peered up at him. He was like a foot taller than her when she wasn’t in heels, and even in four inch heels he towered over her. “How drunk are you?”

“Not nearly drunk enough for this shit,” he grumbled, barely glancing down at her.

He held her tightly though. Securely. Even just swaying in slow rotations, he had a good lead. The kind of man a woman could lean on.

Ah, fuck it.