Hey guys! So, I've been MIA since...sheesh January. I have a good reason though. I'm a nursing student and I've been busy with that (I'm actually supposed to be studying right now.) But I thought I would put a little drabble up in the mean time. If you're a reader of my Feeling Extra Patriotic story I do plan to update that but it probably won't be until my break in August. I hope you enjoy this short little fic!
"Ask him." A sharp jab in between the ribs accented the command.
"Why do I have to do it?" A swift slap to the arm and a hip check was the rebuttal.
"Because you're pretty and he doesn't hate you." Tony tried jabbing her in the ribs again but Darcy smoothly slid away before hitting him in the arm again.
"Yeah, you're right. I am pretty and you are intolerable." She leaned against the back of the couch and sent him a mocking smirk.
"You thought I was pretty after your sixth shot of whiskey." Darcy's college stomach was probably the only one who could keep up with Tony's.
"That's because I thought you were Olivia Wilde with a beard." If Darcy was a sane person she probably would've vowed to never drink with Stark again buuuuuuuuut…..it was just too fun.
"Here he comes! Get in there, tiger!" One shove and a butt slap later Darcy found herself in front of the buffest chest she's ever seen. 'Little bit higher there, girl.' Blue eyes. Blue eyes were staring down at her curiously. 'Not much better in the Keeping My Panties Dry plan.'
"Hi!" She said too enthusiastically. 'Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. He knows something's up. Shit. Abort! Abort!' She chanced a glance at Tony who sent her two thumbs up causing her to roll her eyes. 'Okay, just play it cool. Act casual. Totally casual. I am the most casual person in the world. So casual I'm practically in my underwear."
Steve arched an eyebrow. "Hello." 'Fuck the underwear. Fuck me. No! Chill, Darcy, that's not part of the plan. That could be a solid Plan 2 though.' Her eyes darted to his chest again. 'Definitely a solid Plan 2. Almost as solid as his chest.'
"Sooooooo… I just had a small question. Miniscule, really. A microscopic teeny tiny question." Steve gave her a polite smile and her body suddenly felt a lot hotter.
"Yes, ma'am?" Was she sweating? Was she beginning to sweat? It was getting so hot underneath his stare. She took a deep breath and averted her eyes to the ground; preparing herself for future embarrassment.
"Wheredobabiescomefrom?!" Did he hear? He must've heard because she could already hear Tony cracking up in the background. She glanced back up at his face and noticed a blush across his cheeks. Fuck, it was worth it.
"Really, Stark, do not drag Miss Lewis into your shenanigans." Steve marched away with that blush still adorning his face. Darcy wasn't proud to admit she stared at his ass up until he turned the corner.
"That was golden. Absolutely golden." Tony slapped Darcy on the shoulder still laughing as he followed Steve's example and left her alone in the room.
She was still imagining that sweet blush on his face. She was so fucked.