A/N: I'm just experimenting with writing. Be gentle with me, please. It's all very basic.
Lizzie couldn't believe it. Darcy had actually gone and found an afro from that costume closet. She tried in vain to smother the giggles and just continue the story.
He swung over to her, his normally impassive face transformed into the carefree bounciness of Fitz.
Her laughter only grew when he sassily addressed the camera.
"Come on, Darcy, I think we've got enough for the viewers." Lizzie leaned forward and clicked the switch.
"What's up, Lizzie?" He pulled up closer. "Can't handle the Fitz?"
Another amused puff escaped her lips, "No, 'Fitz', I guess I can't."
Eyes crinkling, she gently tugged the scraggly beast of a wig off his head. Darcy's eyes remained sparkling, fixed on her. Then, as if realizing their close, almost compromising position, straightened up a bit, his own ramrod posture taking control once more, even as he remained relaxed.
Lizzie set the prop down and wiggled closer. Darcy's lingering grin only encouraged her mischievous thoughts. Her hand, moving of its own accord, snuck up, twitching for his hair.
His ever sharp eyes caught it in its tracks. She froze, realizing just what her hand was trying to attempt, with her boss, with Darcy. A brief pause of awkward pressed in on them before Lizzie saw Darcy's lips give a small twist, and his head tilt in to her.
Then, in a flutter of his sharp CEO newsie suit, he was gone.
Huh, Lizzie smiled, maybe he's not all that bad