He took the time to let Darcy sneak away before he followed.

It have been fifteen minutes, not twenty. But he wasn't that big a stickler for the rules, despite what most people thought.

The thought came before he could stop it –

What if he wasn't that great in bed and everything was really awkward afterwards?

He guessed if that was the case, she could avoid him pretty easily.

The last time he had sex was over a year ago. Ironically, it was a girl from HR named Ellen who made it clear she liked him, and liked how things were going, but she wanted him to sign some paperwork if they were going to date officially and work together.

He went on a longer mission than usual and didn't have the time to call, so she ended things just as quickly as they'd started.

It wasn't a huge blow, but Steve knew now that if Darcy decided no, thank you, she didn't want to see him again after tonight, he'd hate it to be because of something he did.

Or didn't do.

He sighed, and felt Tony clap him on the back with more force than necessary.

He usually did that because he knew Steve could take it.

"Listen. She likes you, right?"

"You're seriously talking to me about this right now?" Steve snapped, though his voice was lowered.

He looked over at everyone else who was sitting and drinking or talking together while they looked out over the property.

He knew he and Darcy were obvious, but he didn't appreciate a sex pep talk.

Especially not from Howard Stark's son.

It was history repeating itself in nearly every humiliating sense of the phrase.

"Okay, Cap. Take that tone with me. But she told me she wanted to meet you. Like, a month ago. When she cornered me in my workroom."

Steve stared at Tony.

"Really?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" Tony said with hiked up eyebrows. "I mean, I know you're a hundred years-old but you don't look like it."

Steve had to smile a little at that, feeling less stupid.

"Alright."

"So go be with her, and do whatever it is you kids are calling it these days. Ding Dong-ing."

And Steve was right back to side-eyeing Tony before walking off back to his room.


When he rounded the corner and saw Darcy leaning against the wall next to the door to his room, Steve felt his heart in his throat.

She flushed when she saw him, beaming up at him.

He didn't feel so unsure.

She likes you.

He crowded her against the wall, kissing her and circling her waist with his arms.

She sucked his tongue and he groaned, louder than they both expected him to.

Darcy giggled, shushing him.

"We have to be quiet."

He covered her mouth with his again, fumbling for the door handle.

He tugged her inside, and she kept laughing.

"You sure you can keep quiet?"

He leaned in and kissed her neck, her eyes fluttering shut and she grunted, "Not even slightly."

"Well, try," he whispered, and kissed her mouth again.

They shuffled towards the bedroom, knocking into the wall a couple times and stopping to giggle some more.

Eventually they made it close to the bed, and Darcy pulled off her cardigan, letting it fall beside her feet.

The way they pawed at each other, it was no wonder they lost balance and fell to the floor.

Neither of them complained. Steve didn't even make a sound when he hit the floor, Darcy straddling him, rocking her hips against him.

"Your face," she mused.

She mapped out the features on his face with her fingers like before, and Steve just swallowed, his throat bobbing.

A wicked grin spread across Darcy's face.

"Fuck, you make me want to sit on your perfect face."

Steve swallowed again, and could see she wasn't joking, with how her eyes locked on his, the way she kept rubbing up against him.

"So do it," he gasped, and she sunk down again to kiss him, moaning.

He wanted to only hear that sound.

He trailed his hands from her hips to down her legs and up under her dress.

Her thighs – God, her thighs were so soft but somehow firm and taut against him. He skimmed up to cup her ass and then found the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.

"I wasn't kidding," he said, and Darcy just stared and stared as he pulled the material down further, until she had to lift off of him to take them the rest of the way.

She hopped on her bare feet, kicking the white cotton panties aside and looked down at him on the floor.

He gestured, encouraging her to kneel with her knees on either side of his face.

The dress covered his face, and he saw the apex of her milky thighs, the strip of dark hair and her damp pink folds.

Her pussy was as flushed as her face, and Darcy pulled back the dress so she could see his face again, and then she settled so his mouth had access to her.

He kissed her thigh, and then the other.

"Hmm," Darcy breathed. "Jesus."

When his tongue darted out to taste her, she cried out, and then covered her mouth with her fingers.

He'd missed this. The taste of a woman. He could bury himself in there and never want to leave. The warm, tangy, slick feel of her against his mouth had his cock pressing against the seam of his slacks.

He was aching to fill her to the hilt but he wanted to wait, wanted this moment with her, too.

He moved his arms around to hold her hips against him better, to angle it so she could rock against him like she wanted.

Like he wanted, too, now to think of it. This was so much better, being able to see her face the whole time he ate her out.

He slipped his tongue inside her, and moved his hand so he could tease her clit.

"Fuck," Darcy groaned.

Her eyes flew shut and she rocked, as Steve watched her chest bouncing.

He lifted his head more, pushing up, plunging his tongue in and out.

Darcy's hand found his and rubbed her clit along with him, her eyes open again.

"Steve. Fuck, I – Steve. Steve!"

She sounded almost surprised, moaning, then trying to be quiet like he said.

She shook all over, and Steve felt the wetness on his chin, and he groaned again, her thighs clamping down on him.

He didn't let up. She kept spasming, her mouth open in a silent cry.

She whimpered then, and pulled off him.

"Oh, my God…"

He panted from his place on the floor, but then felt her tug at him, and she brought him to his knees, kissing him again.

He made a mental note that Darcy got very aggressive after an orgasm.

She grazed her teeth on his lips, her little hands unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the fabric away.

She nuzzled his neck, breathing him in and skimmed his bare stomach with her hands.

She found his fly and pulled it down, her hand inside his pants before he could fully comprehend it –

"Oh, Gosh –"

He cringed, realising how stupid he sounded, and then scrubbed a hand over his face but Darcy shook her head.

"You're so cute."

"Cute?" He said, slightly grumpy.

"Yes," she insisted, and then she wrapped her hand around his cock and he gasped again.

She pumped him a couple times with her intense stare, and he felt his eyes close.

She suddenly shoved him, and he feel backwards.

She straddled him again, and his hands were on her hips again, waiting.

She winked at him, looking down at her own cleavage before plucking a little package from somewhere inside.

"Condom," she said, pleased.

"How long has that been there?"

"Since ten minutes ago. I'm always prepared."

She ripped the foil with her nails and pulled it out.

She moved back and pulled his pants down until they were at his ankles.

His boots were still on. He had to chuckle at that.

Before he could do it himself, Darcy rolled the condom on and repositioned herself again so that her pussy brushed the tip of his cock.

"Remember, keep your voice – down!"

Darcy's attempt at being cheeky backfired when Steve pulled her down without warning, making her cry out.

It made him moan, too, so it wasn't as if anyone hearing them was Darcy's fault alone.

The warm, tight fit of her left him breathless.

"Fuck," she hissed, and then moved to kiss him again.

She attempted to ride him slow, but quickly sped up, with Steve bouncing her up and down, feeling the building pressure of his orgasm.

He pushed forward from the floor, and instead picked her up, carrying her the short distance to the bed.

He fell out of her, but it gave him an excuse to pause and pull off his slacks properly, and his boots and socks.

He stood naked in front of her, and decided he wanted to take off Darcy's dress himself.

He pulled her toward him, finding the zipper and peeling off her shoulder straps.

He kissed her tits just once as he took off her bra, and then pulled everything else off.

Darcy watched, fascinated, and then kissed him again, falling back onto the bed with him, her hips cradling his.

He pulled her thigh over his hip, looking over her naked form below him.

She was perfect – and he knew that sounded very silly but it was all he could think of to describe her.

Her plush mouth, her round, full tits –

The flare of her hips, her ass.

His face was what spurred him on the most, especially once he slid home, making her breathing hitch once more and her eyes go wide.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his pace quickening.

Her hand came up to cover his mouth, and he nipped at her fingers, and she smiled, before the crease formed between her eyebrows and she began panting again –

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, burying himself in her curls by her ear.

He felt for her clit, and she cried out –

He didn't care, just wanted to keep going, keep chasing every movement with another.

Fucking her, filling her, was just like he hoped it would be –

He saw white, and felt his toes curl and he groaned, coming hard, his hips still rutting.

Once he stopped moving and the world came flooding back, Darcy sniggered.

He lifted his head, looking into her eyes.

"You were really loud."

He stayed inside her, collapsing, laughing breathlessly into the pillow.


He woke sometime later, with Darcy sleeping with her forehead against his shoulder, her breathing light against his skin in the moonlight.

He moved to kiss her forehead before drifting back to sleep.