Title: Dirty Love
Summary: If SHIELD doesn't want Darcy and Jane to run away from their Tromso security detail, then SHIELD shouldn't make it so easy. Though Darcy's starting to wonder if Rumlow just likes the chase.
Pairings: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow; Jane Foster/Thor
Rating: Mature, next chapter explicit
Warnings: Takes place during Avengers, so spoilers for that I suppose.
Disclaimer: All songs and song lyrics mentioned belong to respective artist and music labels.
A/N1: So this is how it all starts in the Tesselate 'Verse. I've had most of this written for a while, except for the dirty bits following this chapter. I wanted to wait till it was all finished but I really need to post something to help with this writing drought. Hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing Darcy and Drunk!Jane's antics.
A/N2: Not sure when the second installment will be finished but I feel like this can stand on its own until then. It has some important suggestions/info for future fics, depending on how far along I get in writing all that's in my head.


They'd been put on lockdown after Jane threw a fit when she saw the news footage of New York. Confirming Darcy's suspicion this whole time, Jackbooted Thugs Tweedledee and Tweedledum were actually SHIELD and not nosey Tromso Laboratory for Astrophysics security guards. If their clearly American accents hadn't been a tip off, Darcy noticed that neither one of them spoke any Norwegian this whole time. It was also weird that the observatory had a special resident wing so you didn't have to actually go out into the world and see newspaper headlines or news footage. Everything stank of SHIELD and Darcy did not like. So, she and Jane decided to sneak out to the airport every chance they got and they surprisingly got a lot of chances, given Rumlow and Rollins were supposedly 'elite agents'. Still, the guys always did catch them right before they reached the final leg of the airport journey so some kudos to them. According to Rollins, Darcy was some hacker witch ninja and she guessed she kind of was, given the fact she'd been the one to plan out all their escapes. He bitched about it numerous times when taking the ladies back while Rumlow stayed silent. Though every time Rumlow grabbed Darcy just as she was making a mad dash, she couldn't help but notice the smallest of smiles on his face or the way he held her just a tad tighter than he needed to.

But then they'd gotten word that Thor was gone again and there was no explanation left for Jane or even a promise of coming back. SHIELD Tweedledee and Tweedledum were given the order to escort Jane and Darcy back to the states the next day to another SHIELD observatory to continue research on the bridge. The news had devastated Jane, who refused to believe it at first. When it sank in though, she just…broke. And that in turn broke Darcy's heart. Unstoppable Jane, who had been so determined and focused this whole time, who'd inspired Darcy just with her passion- was gone.

Darcy would do anything to try and get her back.

Which led them being in the back of a SHIELD standard issue black SUV. Driving was Rumlow, snickering to himself ever so slightly at all of Rollin's comments and curses in the passenger seat. Darcy and Jane were busy screeching like drunk cats, all dolled up and being torn from their somewhere to go. The boys had found Darcy and Jane dancing on a bar top. They hadn't been all that pleased and did their best to act like annoyed boyfriends taking their drunk girlfriends home so as not to arouse too much suspicion when Jane and Darcy put up a fight. Now Darcy was blasting the most obnoxious music she could find on her phone and singing into Rollin's ear as he cursed not bringing earplugs. Darcy noticed Rumlow was occasionally tapping along offbeat but it only made her sing louder and more off-key.

It hadn't been all that hard to convince Jane to go out clubbing, especially after they'd drank the rest of the duty free akvavit Darcy bought at the airport. Darcy may have phrased their sneaking out as 'getting back at the establishment' and showing Thor that Jane was still a 'fine piece of astrophysicist brain worth staying for because Heimdall was totally going to be watching and updating the dumb blonde'. Honestly, Darcy wasn't a huge clubber anymore but she did occasionally enjoy going out every so often and working out her energy in a sea of people. Whenever one of her friends in college was feeling down, the girls always went out for a fun night. And that's what Jane needed right now. A night where she could have fun (because your job shouldn't be the only source of entertainment in your life, Jane) and forget Thor for a little.

It seemed to have worked, because Jane was giggling like crazy at Darcy's rendition of Can't Hold Us Down. Though, it could also be the mass quantities of alcohol. Unbeknownst to Rumlow and Rollins, Darcy wasn't actually drunk. She needed to keep an eye on Jane and be the designated sister but making the SHIELD thugs think otherwise was fun. Besides, her ridiculous behavior was making Jane laugh and that's all Darcy cared about.

"You must talk so big, to make up for smaller things," sang Darcy in a sort of decent imitation of Christina Aguilera's vocal jumps. She made sure it was close to Rollins' ear and she measured out an inch in front of his face.

"Shut it!" commanded Rollins for what must have been the hundredth time, swatting Darcy's hands away as she began to wave her arms in rhythm on either side of his head.

"Aw, did I hit a sensitive spot?" teased Darcy.

"I'll have you know that I have received no complaints from any of my sexual partners," insisted Rollins, "not that it's any of your business."

"You don't have to lie, Rollins. It's better to talk about your problems. I know you're sterile. I saw the file. It's okay if you can only shoot blanks," taunted Darcy. Once Darcy had discovered that Rollins and Rumlow were indeed SHIELD, she'd done some digging through what she could find in the SHIELD database. She was very much in the mindset of 'know thy enemy'. While she couldn't get much in terms of history, she did get their medical files and was interested to find that they were both considered sterile due to 'SHIELD intervention'. That stank of just weird and strange to her, offering more reason not to trust SHIELD.

"What? It's temporary. All male SHIELD agents have the option to get a biannual shot that- wait, how the hell do you even know?" Rollins stopped himself just in time apparently, too angry to initially see Darcy's fishing for information.

"I was bored and SHIELD firewalls suck."

"Fuckin' cyber witch," spat Rollins, the anger now practically rolling off him in waves. Darcy waited a beat before continuing her attack.

"So...SHIELD takes the venom out of the cobra, huh?"

"Can I please tie her up and gag her?" Rollins ground out, scooting down in the seat. Can't Hold Us Down ended and Booty Bounce began, much to Darcy's delight. The songs with 'sing-talking' and heavy beats were the ones that annoyed Rollins the most.

"No. Let her get her energy out. Maybe she'll fall asleep," Rumlow ordered, almost sounding amused. Letting out a groan of frustration, Rollins began to breath a little more evenly and Darcy had a feeling he was counting to ten. Just as he reached the end of his anger management exercise, a tampon flew past Darcy's arm and down into Rollin's lap. With a grin, Darcy turned to find Jane clutching her purse and cackling.

"What the hell?" cried Rollins, tossing the offending tampon backwards so it hit Darcy's head. She couldn't find it in herself to be angry at that because Drunk Jane was the most ridiculous thing ever and why hadn't Darcy gotten Jane drunk earlier? A loud huff left Rollins as he tried to count to ten again but Darcy refused to let him have a moment of peace. Picking up the tampon, Darcy unwrapped it and slipped it out of the applicator. Slowly, she moved the offending cotton towards Rollins' ear. Shaking his head, Rumlow saw what Darcy was up to but did nothing to stop her. A sense of smugness rushed through her. When the tampon finally found its place in Rollins' ear and he realised what it was, he let out a grunt of pure rage.

"What the everloving fuck is wrong with you two?" screamed Rollins, grabbing the tampon and twisting towards the backseat. He threw the tampon past them and into the trunk. "Rumlow, I draw the line at tampons! This is worse than Samara. Pull over now so I can shoot them both in the fucking face!"

"Hey, you were asking about ear plugs," Rumlow shrugged, not making any move to pull over and causing an even louder laugh to spill from Darcy. "But if you want to be the one to explain to Thor why you shot his girlfriend in the face when he gets back, be my guest."

"Rollins, woosah," mocked Darcy and she noticed a few veins in his head were beginning to bulge out. From what she'd been able to figure out in the time they'd spent in Tromso, it meant he was on his last nerve. Perfect.

"If we don't reach the observatory in ten minutes, I'm reaching down there and grabbing her damn phone myself," swore Rollins, referring to the fact that Darcy had shoved her phone in her boobs at his initial attempt to rip it out of her grip. Normally, he probably wouldn't have many problems in reaching down the front of her dress but Darcy had noticed how his eyes shifted towards Rumlow as if to ask for permission. When Rumlow only tensed, Rollins crossed his arms carefully and brooded. While Darcy wasn't yet fluent in SHIELD Thug sign language, she was certain the interaction was related to the way Rumlow's eyes had been following her these past few days. She wasn't helping by sticking out her chest and bending over a little more than usual but the Lewis Women were cursed with a proclivity towards nice arms and Rumlow had some guns. He'd been flexing them too when she looked. She'd totally noticed.

Try as she might, Darcy hadn't been able to get him to make a move. Not even flirt a tiny bit (even Rollins flirted, in between dodging the things Darcy threw at his head). Getting involved with a Jackbooted Thug was a huge no-no anyway but it still hurt her pride a little. A voice in the back of her head told her she was being desperate. It had been a while since Darcy had gotten much action. And by a long time she meant like, before Jane hired her. Because she and Jane were sharing a room on this trip, she'd not had much chance to give herself a hand. She felt like she was about to burst from horniness. She was practically in heat but the current circumstances were making her feel a little guilty. Here Jane was, heartbroken over her true love and Darcy was lusting after the guy that stopped them from reaching Thor.

Never one to belittle Jane's sadness, Darcy was dancing out some of her own heartbreak as much as Jane, though she didn't admit to it. Her fleeting romance was obviously one that would never happen. Annoying the crap of Rumlow would have to suffice as revenge but no matter how badly she sang or obnoxious and childish she acted, it didn't seem to bother him. The more he didn't care, the more annoyed Darcy got. Eventually, she got tired and cuddled with Jane, singing a little more softly to the songs about shitty break-ups and closing her eyes.

"This time baby, I'll be bulletproof," hummed Darcy when La Roux started to play and smiled to herself when Jane sang along too.


They reached the observatory without further incident, other than Rollins complaining about a headache. Rollins picked Jane to escort back to the front of the observatory, even though he was closer to Darcy (obviously, he was still annoyed at her comment on his package). That left Rumlow forced to grip Darcy's upper arm to make she didn't run off. In flats, she'd probably make it relatively far but she didn't feel like finding out of Rumlow was above tackling her. Out of solidarity to Jane, Darcy did make a little bit of a struggle but only succeeded in making Rumlow pull her in towards him. Her side rubbed against his chiseled body and she let out a huff to try and hide the tingles it was sending through her. As she tried to tug away, Rumlow's grip tightened but he did step back so the only contact was his hand on her arm.

"You gonna shut off your little jukebox now?" Rumlow asked softly, bending down slightly so he was closer to Darcy's ear. Shivers ran down her spine. She thought she felt him tense next to her but decided she was imaging things.

"Nope," Darcy answered, popping the p obnoxiously. Rumlow sighed. "And it's called a phone, grandpa. Jukeboxes are what the Fonz smacks. You a Happy Days fan, Rumlow?"

"Someone needs a fucking smack," mumbled Rollins, almost masking Rumlow's next sentence.

"Call me Brock," Rumlow said so softly that Darcy thought she misheard him. Stopping, she forced Ruml- Brock, to stand still next to her as she looked up at him. An unsure smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Agent Brock Rumlow, Jackbooted Thug elite?" Darcy scoffed but affection warmed her tone. Under the dim solar lights that lit the pathway, Darcy could barely make out Brock's eyes darkening.

"Pretty much," conceded Brock in a lower tone, adjusting his grip on her arm so it moved towards her elbow. Licking her bottom lip, Darcy watched as his eyes followed the movement. He let out a heavy breath, moving to lean down but a stray cat zoomed past them, breaking the moment. Darcy jumped, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Clearing his throat, Brock straightened up and continued to lead her down the path to the observatory entrance.

As they reached the dark, quiet lobby, Darcy tried to stifle the butterflies floating in her stomach. Her attraction to Rumlow had gotten her all sorts of confused. In the past, she'd dated a range of guys, often meathead athletes or self-centered jerks but Rumlow was completely a different kettle of fish. Compared to all her exes, he was definitely a Man. She wasn't entirely sure where to start with him. He was all muscle and sinew and raw power bound tightly together with restraint. Darcy knew very well she was soft all over, mouthy and annoying, pulled loosely together by immaturity. When she thought about it, she probably wasn't his type. That stung a little. Darcy was pulled out of her self-deprecating thoughts when Jane wriggled out of Rollins' grip and ran the opposite direction.

"Freedom!" Jane sang, laughing as Rollins cursed and ran after her.

"Absentem laedit cum ebrio qui litigat," mumbled Darcy with a smirk, snickering to herself as Jane flailed her arms as she made her overly dramatic escape. Darcy did like to know that she was influencing Jane, even if Jane hated the type of influence. Noticing that the grip on her arm had slackened and so she could make her own escape if she so wanted, Darcy looked to Brock to find him looking at her curiously with a quirked head. Biting her lip, she realized the Latin slip. Her father, a history professor, had taught her the dead language, just so they could have secret conversations. She didn't like to let others know about it though. There was something nice in having people underestimate you. From the looks of it, Brock was quickly finding SHIELD's assumptions about her were a little off. She wasn't sure if she was okay with that. So, she turned her attention back to Jane. "At least she's getting some exercise."

Although Jane made a valiant effort, she didn't get very far before Rollins grabbed her waist and slung her over his shoulder. She began to shriek. "Put me down Tweedledumb! Heimdall can see you! He'll tell Thor!"

"All right, calm down. Time for bed, Dr. Foster," Rollins sighed, tightly gripping the back of her legs so she couldn't break free again. "I swear, the pair of you are like oiled pigs at a fair."

"Fuck off. Not our fault you're shit at your job. Besides, we're much prettier than pigs," Darcy informed him, doing her best to cross her arms even though Brock was still holding onto her.

"Yeah but you squeal as much as one," countered Rollins, turning towards the elevator that would take them to the resident floors. Letting out an insulted gasp, Darcy tried to come up with something snappy but saw Jane wildly banging her fists against Rollins' back and she laughed instead. While she was distracted, Brock tugged on her arm to follow Rollins.

"Technically, you guys are the pigs," Darcy announced and this made Brock raise his brow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, what with you being authority figure brutes."

"Yeah but we're not cops."

"You telling me that SHIELD's never made you go undercover as a cop?"

"Why, you into that sort of thing?" Brock asked, lips twitching towards a smile. It caught Darcy off guard. Could he be flirting? They stopped at the elevator doors where Rollins kept pressing the up button impatiently.

"Maybe. I don't know, I think I'm more of a pirate girl," mused Darcy. She'd never really explored her sexual fantasies all that much. Her exes were kind of straightforward with sex.

"Because scurvy is sexy," Brock mocked lightly. Just as Darcy was about to tell him off for shaming her preferences, he continued. "It's force and stealth that they call Rollins and I for, less of the espionage. No cop outfit yet. Or pirate for that matter."

"So tiny Jane and I require extra force?" challenged Darcy and Brock grinned, looking her up and down. Goosebumps rose along her skin and chills down her spine. She hadn't planned slutting it up this trip and so had to improvise the woo-girl outfit. In the end, she settled for black skinny jeans and a plain red tee she used as pjs, which she cut and tied up, so her laciest black bra peeked out. It had seemed like a great idea at the time but now she wasn't so sure because it gave Brock a much better view of her body than any of the sweaters she normally wore. Though she kind of like the feel of his eyes raking her skin. Doing her best to not show Brock his gaze was affecting her, Darcy looked away and caught Jane's eye as the astrophysicist watched the two interact with interest. Jane was still hanging over Rollins' shoulder but she'd stopped hitting his back and was now frowning at Darcy, head quirking in confusion.

"Given the number of times you two snuck out, yeah," laughed Brock.

"Whose fault is that really?" Darcy jutted out a hip and rose an eyebrow.

"Maybe I just like chasin' you down," said Brock, voice low and gravelly. Darcy wasn't able to figure out the intent in his eyes before the doors opened and she was tugged into the elevator. Anticipation prickled along her skin and she tried to shake an itch between her shoulders that she couldn't explain. As she fidgeted, Brock's grip tightened and loosened as if he was trying to massage her arm instead of keeping her in line. Rollins pressed the button to close the slow doors and Jane huffed loudly. For some reason, Darcy was compelled to reach out and press all the buttons she could before Brock pulled her sharply back with an arm around her waist. He held her tight to his body as Rollins growled. A gasp wanted to fall out of her mouth at the feel of Brock against her but she bit her lip and held it in.

"Wow, real mature Lewis," Rollins grunted.

"What happened?" Jane asked, doing her best to lift her body up and not hit her head against the elevator wall.

"I pushed all the buttons," Darcy explained, giving Rollins a saccharine smile. Letting out a long laugh, Jane broke down into a fit of giggles. Pretending to adjust his grip on her, Rollins jostled Jane and her laughter was cut short as she complained. The elevator made a jerky route up to each floor, starting and stopping at an irritating pace.

"I'm glad I hired you," stated Jane and excitement burst in Darcy's chest. Jane hardly ever spoke of her appreciation for Darcy. While Darcy knew that it was there, buried deep, it was really nice to hear it. Even as a drunken confession. At least her immaturity could win some points with Drunk Jane.

"Aw, thanks boss."

"I think I'm gonna throw up," gagged Jane, slapping a hand over her mouth and ending the sweet moment. Luckily, they reached their floor and the doors opened. Letting out a long, exaggerated sigh, Rollins made his way off the elevator. The smallest of efforts was made to not jostle Jane more than he had to. Darcy took a step to follow but Brock held her back. She watched as Rollins gave Brock a pointed look, suggesting he was owed a huge favor as the doors closed.

"Uh, not sure if you noticed but that's my floor," Darcy said, trying to hide her nervousness with a withering tone. The reasonable voice in the back of her head told her to never follow a thug to a second undisclosed location. The less reasonable voice wanted to follow his ass most anywhere.

"Oh no, I've learned my lesson. The two of you are getting separate rooms. You cause too much trouble when you have the ability to plot," Brock stated and the elevator bolted up again.

"I can plot without Jane," Darcy pointed out and Brock considered his for a moment.

"Yeah but it'll be a lot harder if I lock the door behind me and confiscate your phone."

"That's a little extreme. You gonna dive in yourself then?" Darcy asked, not sure if she should even challenge him. Despite her better judgement, she stuck out her chest a little where her phone was still safely nestled and blasting out pop songs. Brock's eyes dropped to her breast and he licked his lips slightly. He was still using his arm around her waist to keep her still and she could feel him tensing.

"I'll leave that up to you," he said in a whispered growl. The elevator stopped at the next floor and when the doors opened, he tugged Darcy along with him. Taking a left, he dragged her down a hallway of doors that looked similar to the floor that she and Jane were originally assigned. When they reached the end of the hall, he pulled a key card out of one of his many pockets and tapped the pad. A click indicated the door was unlocked and he swung it open.

The room was a lot smaller than the one she and Jane were sharing. There was a single bed and a door that she assumed led to a tiny bathroom. The dresser and bedside table were also smaller than the ones in her previous room. Next to the dresser was her suitcase and carry on, though she was certain her laptop and any other electronics were no longer in it. While the room was as modern looking as the other one, it was obviously a step down. No longer did they need to put up the illusion that this was all a prestigious trip. At least the original room they'd placed her in had a window.

At the sound of the door closing behind her, Darcy jumped and realized Brock had let go of her waist, allowing her to walk towards the bed as she examined the room. Turning around, she was surprised to find Brock still standing there. Anticipation rushed through her. Then she remembered he wanted her phone.

"You get all your energy out? Can I have your phone now?" he asked, crossing his arms and flexing his biceps ever so slightly. Darcy wasn't sure if that was supposed to be an intimidation tactic but it wasn't working because it was kind of turning her on.

"No, I think I need to dance some more," Darcy said innocently. Ke$ha's Dirty Love began to play and she smirked. Sauntering closer towards Brock as he rolled his eyes, Darcy began to move her hips in rhythm. "Wanna dance with me?"

"Sorry sweetcheeks, I don't dance," Brock said tightly, straightening his posture so that he towered over her even more. It didn't bother Darcy, she just closed the distance between them and poked his chest with her finger. He didn't move. Tugging his arms out and holding his wrists, Darcy waved his arms in the air as Brock stared down at her, entirely unimpressed.

"Oh whoa oh! I just want your dirty love! All I need is to get in between your sheets," sang Darcy along, dropping his wrists. They fell to his sides and he let out a breathy laugh but made no attempt to touch her. Because Ke$ha always put Darcy in a dancing mood, she stepped back and moved her body sensuously in time to the song. Brock didn't move a muscle but his eyes followed each of her movements.

"I don't want your baby! I don't need a man. For anything but…this matter at hand," Darcy moved her hips slowly in a circle, sliding a hand down her stomach and down her crotch before shooting back up her chest. Brock's eyes darkened and there was no way to blame it on an illusion from bad lighting. Darcy could feel her heart pounding faster. "I got this feeling stirring in my new blue jeans. And I need some lovin' or I just might, have to, SCREAM!"

As Darcy screeched the last word, Brock moved so fast she didn't notice him until his hand had clamped down on her mouth to effectively silence her.

"Tryin' to wake up the entire floor?" grumbled Brock and the sound sent shivers down her spine and into her thighs.

"Not feeling the beat yet?" pouted Darcy after he let go of her mouth.

"Nope. Maybe you should keep dancin' for me," suggested Brock, dirty intentions riddling his statement. Crossing her arms and jutting out a hip, Darcy stared at him and tried to gauge his seriousness. Up until tonight, she'd not been able to get more than a few words at a time from him. She wasn't sure if she could trust him to not be using all this as just a ploy to get her phone and any other info SHIELD needed on Jane. Tapping his bicep tentatively, Darcy bit her lip and searched for any tell. He rose an eyebrow but it didn't really give anything away.

"Maybe I need a new partner. Is Rollins a dancer? He looks nimble on his feet," Darcy wondered, ignoring the flash of jealousy crossing his features as she moved around Brock and towards the door. An arm grabbing her waist stopped her and pulled her against Brock's body. The heat through his shirt saturated her.

"Jack's probably busy holding Jane's hair back," Brock whispered in Darcy's ear. The rumbling in his chest caused Darcy's breath to hitch and Brock tightened his grip when he felt it. His hand reached up and lingered under her breast, thumb stroking slowly just under her nipple. "Either give me the phone or I'll pin you down and take it myself."

"You know, you're a difficult man to read," scoffed Darcy, attempting to wriggle out of his hold but his arm was iron clad. One minute he was flirting and the next he was all business. Darcy would be lying if she said she didn't find it kind of hot. Holding her breath, Darcy hoped he would lift his hand higher but instead, his thumb stilled as he waited for her next move. The possibility that this was some tactic to get her to stay put though was a little sobering. Knowing that going boneless wasn't going to help because he was strong enough to keep her standing straight, Darcy decided to try shock. She reached back and grabbed his ass with both hands. Giving his cheeks an experimental squeeze, Darcy was not surprised to find they were very firm. Brock pushed his groin against Darcy's ass and she could feel the hard press of his cock. "Well, that's not hard to read. Eh, guess it sort of is but you knew that already."

"You need to be really sure about what you're doing right now," warned Brock, voice deep in his chest rumbling, warmth pooling between her thighs.

"Why? Might get in trouble if you mess with Foster's little assistant?" Darcy asked, unable to stop her voice from sounding breathy.

"Because when I start, I really don't like stopping," Brock growled, moving Darcy's hair to one shoulder and biting down on the exposed skin. A soft, high pitched moan tumbled from Darcy's throat as he licked the tender skin and up her neck. "And I've found when young ladies like you aren't ready for a guy like me, then she normally wants to stop."

"You think highly of yourself," said Darcy skeptically, wondering who the hell would say no to that kind of offer unless Brock was into some really weird kinky shit. Like dressing up as an animal or something. This may have been that confession but Darcy was always up for new experiences. She could totally pretend to be a cat for one night. Brock's muscles were worth that. Reaching up and curling her fingers in his hair, Darcy suppressed another shiver when his hand moved back up to cup her breast and his mouth worked her neck just below her ear. The feel of his tongue on her skin made her breath hitch and she practically moaned her next sentence. "So you better give me something to actually scream about because I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't like giving up."

"Yeah," sighed Brock in slight exasperation, lips ghosting over her neck. "I'm gonna need a harder yes than that, sweetcheeks."

"Pretty sure you've already got the hard part," snarked Darcy, unable to resist the easy joke. She didn't need to see Brock's face to know he was rolling his eyes and she was pretty sure she could feel his lips twitch into a smirk against her neck.

"That's literally what she said," Brock offered, pulling his head away and she missed the contact.

"Do 'that's what she said' jokes work when the innuendo is meant to be innuendo?" wondered Darcy. Quirking her head, she relaxed into his touch. He nuzzled his face back into her neck and she sighed contently. In the moment she was pleasantly distracted, she didn't notice his hand reaching up and between her breasts until it was too late. The phone was plucked out of her bra and he'd already silenced the music by the time she'd reacted. Not at all happy about being honey-potted, Darcy quickly grabbed the phone in both her hands and clutched it to her chest as she ripped herself from Brock's hold. As much as she'd liked to think that her protection over her electronics somehow hulked her out, Darcy was pretty sure that Brock let her go.

It didn't matter either way. She was onto his seducing lies. Maybe she enjoyed some of them but it was the principle of the matter. If Brock was gonna tease her with sex, he should have the decency to go through with it. Yeah, Darcy knew that wasn't the best logic but it had been way too long since she'd last gotten laid and she was tired of these stupid dances amounting to nothing but her alone with a bullet vibe.

Darcy leapt and landed on the bed because it was the closest place she could find that wouldn't leave her cornered. With mild interest, Brock turned to watch her. As Darcy settled on the bed, she stuck out her tongue. Laying on her back and letting her legs dangle off the side, Darcy stuck the phone down her jeans so it sat snug within her panties. The stakes were high on this gamble and a part of her didn't fully expect Brock to make good on any of his promises now. Though he had said it was her choice how he got the phone and Darcy so hated to make things easier for others.

"Whacha gonna do now, officer?" teased Darcy, wondering if cops were really his thing. This was the most work she'd had to do with a guy to get laid. It was kind of fun, despite the horrible possibility that it was gonna totally backfire. Raising an eyebrow as his eyes scanned and assessed the situation, Brock eventually shook his head and let out a breath that might have been a chuckle.

"Still not a yes," he shrugged, taking a couple of step towards her. His boots softly thudded in the room and his gaze focused on her. Darcy kicked off her flats.

"Did you expect one after that?" scoffed Darcy but Brock didn't answer. Instead, he continued walking and stopped when he stood between her legs.

"I'm gonna have to do a search, ma'am," Brock stated, voice low and authoritative. His eyes pinned her to the bed and Darcy raised an eyebrow. She could feel her heart beginning to pound in her ears and knew her panties were soaking by this point. Also probably her phone. Thank god it was water-resistant. Painfully slowly, Brock reached out and unbuttoned her jeans. Darcy stopped breathing as he lowered the zipper, one tooth at a time. Time stopped and her body screamed out for his touch. Instead, it jolted her back into speed when he reached into her panties to pull out her phone again.

"You are a cock-sucking fuck," cursed Darcy as Brock gave her a shit-eating grin, holding up her phone in triumph and far away so she couldn't just jump for it.

"Remember, whatever you say and do, can and will be used against you," taunted Brock. Mission now accomplished, he moved back towards the door. In a fit of rage and sexual frustration, Darcy shucked off her jeans and tossed them at the back of Brock's head. She missed only slightly and hit his back. The jeans fell to the ground in a miserable pile but it still made him stop short. The hand holding her phone dropped to his side and he looked over his shoulder.

"You are the absolute worst! Seriously, what does it take for a girl to be a slut nowadays? Maybe you're just a really decent guy underneath the stoic gun show but look, I swear I'm not even tipsy and I'm well above consenting age. Stop giving me bullshit excuses because I would really appreciate it if you just fucked me now," Darcy ranted, voice raising to a yell the longer she spoke. When she was done, she fell back on the bed and huffed. Although Brock stood a little straighter at her words, he didn't make any other move. It seemed the sex drought was going to continue and Darcy was sadly resigned to that fact. At least she tried. Even if the rejection stung so much that she had to close her eyes and just pray there would be no reason tomorrow for her to make any eye contact with Brock. When the door didn't click shut, curiosity got the better of Darcy and she opened her eyes, turning her head to see what was causing Brock to stay. Hopefully, he didn't find some other contraband she wasn't supposed to have.

Instead, she found herself looking at the dirtiest smirk she'd ever witnessed being sent over Brock's shoulder. With a soft thud, her phone fell from his hand, onto the floor.

"Now, that was a yes," Brock rumbled, anticipation sending electricity through Darcy's body. "Was that so hard?" From the rough tone of his voice to the almost feral grin now plastered to his face, Darcy knew the night was just beginning for the two of them. His gaze made her feel like a gazelle staring back at a lion just about to pounce but she realized that she really enjoyed it. With a wink, he strode towards the bed and the smallest giggle slipped from Darcy's mouth.


Songs Mentioned:
Can't Hold Us Down- Christina Aguilera
Booty Bounce- Dev
Bulletproof- La Roux
Dirty Love (Single Version)- Kesha [Seriously, I can't stop using this song in fics]

Translations (because Darcy is secretly a smarty pants):
Absentem laedit cum ebrio qui litigat- To quarrel with a drunk is to wrong a man who is not even there