Prompt: Ok, Darcy/Coulson prompt that came to me last night in bed. Established relationship. Coulson being superserious-intense-all-work-no-play-secret-agent -guy-working-on-case-file at home in his office. Darcy just sorter hanging out in her tight Captain America t-shirt and underwear and then Coulson can't keep his hands off of her.

-tinareher-

It was ten-thirty on a Saturday night and Darcy Lewis was bored out of her mind. She was laying with her legs over the back of the couch watching T.V. upside down waiting for her boyfriend to finish up whatever he was doing in his office, most likely working on some super secretive mission or whatever. Darcy sighed and flipped the channel to some stupid alien eyewitness program. She chuckled to herself when some guy said he was abducted and probed by one. God, she really needed to start being more mature about things. She had thought by dating a forty-four year old, badass, super spy would have made her less immature but in some ways he could be just as bad as she was. Usually he was goofy, kinda nerdy, and that total dry sense of humor that she loved, except when he was immersed in his work. Last week he promised her that tonight would just be for them, but when Nick 'Fucking' Fury called them half way through dinner, Phil disappeared into his office had hadn't come back out since.

So much for having an evening just for them.

She sighed and grabbed her phone and started to text. {{So horny for you right now.}} She sent it and prayed that he'd run out of his office, grab her and start doing all kinds of dirty things to her body.

Moments passed and still no response from him. She needed him ... wanted him so badly, her entire body was craving his touch. A wicked smile spread across her lips and she shucked off her thick black sweater. She kept her thin white Captain America t-shirt on but took her bra off. Next she wiggled out of her jeans revealing her new sexy red lace underwear that she had bought specifically for tonight. If Phil wasn't going to come out of his office; then Darcy was just going to have to go in there.

She ran her fingers through her hair to make it all messy-sexy and put on some of that pink lipgloss that he liked so much. She did one more double check in the mirror before she knocked on his door.

"Come in." His voice called from the other side of the door.

Darcy slowly opened the door and leaned up against the frame trying to strike a sexy pose. "Hey," she said as seductively as she could.

"Hey," he responded, but his eyes never looked up from his computer.

So he was going to be like that. Darcy narrowed her eyes and started to think of a new tactic to try out. "I accidentally spilled wine on your couch," she said smirking. Her boyfriend was such a neat freak, that would definitely perk his attention up.

"There's stain remover underneath the sink," he said as he began to type at his computer. "There's some club soda in the refrigerator if ... if ... Jesus ..." He finally looked up at her and totally lost his train of thought.

"You know it's pretty sad when sending a text that says 'I'm so horny for you' doesn't peak your attention but saying 'I spilled wine on your couch' does." Darcy smirked, walking slowly over to his desk. "You really need to get your priorities straightened out Coulson." She smoothed her hand over his hair, letting it trail down to his neck.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. His eyes flicked down to her shirt and he smirked. "You know I can see right through your shirt, right?"

"That was the plan," she grinned back as she hopped up on his desk.

"These are cute," he smiled as he hooked his finger through the top of her underwear and tugged on them a bit. "New?"

"Bought 'em just for you. I know how much red lacy things turn you on." She slid off his desk and into his lap.

He grinned. "This too." His hands wandered up her Captain America shirt and stopped at her breasts. Gently he smoothed his thumbs over her nipples making them pucker up through the thin material.

"Mmm ... you cannot tell me that this isn't better than doing some work report," she managed to say without getting too lost in his amazing touches.

"Oh, no ... this is much, much better," he whispered as he moved his mouth to her breast and sucked gently at first and then bit harder. He pulled away and did the same thing to the other. Darcy wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from losing balance. He rubbed his cheek against her chest and then looked up at her with a sly smile. "Now, I can really see through your shirt."

Darcy looked down at the two perfectly placed wet spots on her shirt and laughed. "Who needs a hose for a wet t-shirt contest when you can have Agent Coulson? Not that I want your mouth on anyone but me ..." she said with a warning look.

"Between your mouth, your breasts, and your-" his eyes flicked down to her lacy underwear. He looked up and grinned at the pinkness that crept along Darcy's cheeks. "I barely have time to eat let alone have time for anyone else."

"That's all I wanted to hear," she pulled his face up to her and bend down to give him a little kiss on the lips. She could feel his hands tug at the hem of her shirt and she helped him pull it off herself tossing it to the floor. Any other guy that looked too long at her breasts she always felt the need to use her itchy taser finger on them, but even when she caught Agent Coulson checking them out before they started dating, she didn't mind. She absolutely loved when he looked at her breasts. "Will you lick them like a little kitty? Meow ..." she whispered and then bit her lip playfully when he looked up at her with an arched eyebrow.

He chuckled; cheeks reddening slightly. "Why is it even when you say the oddest things that always sound extremely sexy and turn me on?"

"Because I just ooze sex from my pores. Everything I say is sexy," she said sassily. She placed her hand on his cheek and tilted his face up to meet hers. "Now I want you to purr for me ..."

Phil smiled and then bent his face back down to her breasts, dragging his tongue slowly over them, and then flicking it quickly over each nipple. Darcy threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking in every little sensation that Phil was doing to her body. She giggled when he finally did purr, and she knew right there that she was keeping him forever.

He might work a lot. He might seem to love his job more than her at times, but he was her guy and she loved him so much.