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Darcy slung her bag full of school books on to the kitchen table in her tiny apartment and dropped her keys into the ceramic bowl on the window sill. Work had been long. Class had been long. Both were energy intensive, now that she was devoting more of her hours at SHIELD to learning from Marcus. She had been thrilled yesterday when he suggested she broaden her skill set. Today she only felt overwhelmed. What she really needed was a nice long shower, fuzzy pajamas, and a glass of wine; not necessarily in that order. Thankfully it was the weekend, and unless there was a big mission, Darcy was one of the few SHIELD employees who had the weekend entirely off.

Darcy pulled out her iPod from her purse and plugged it into the docking station in her bathroom. Once she had her tunes going she stripped and stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to wash over her as she hummed along with the music.

She managed not to think about work or school for the next 20 minutes. Once finished she wrapped a towel around her body and another around her damp hair. She padded into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. Her fridge and cabinets were mostly bare, but she had a bottle of Cabernet in the fridge that she should finish soon before it became too old. Back in Vegas she would have cooked more, but she just did not have the time.

Missing her music which was still playing softly in the bathroom, Darcy picked up her phone to check to see if she had any messages while she retrieved it. An app had opened itself on her phone - one Marcus had installed for her yesterday. The Lokicator.

The Lokicator was the nickname Marcus had given his Loki-tracking system. He always knew when Loki popped out of nowhere or tried to sneak up on him, and he had passed the phone app along to Darcy. Which is how she knew that he was currently in her apartment.

She had already seen him appear and disappear from sight, which meant… he was there but invisible? The idea was first and foremost creepy. Second it made her a little mad. Where did he get off just barging in without knocking? What exactly was he doing there - spying on her?

She checked the phone again. It wasn't so precise that she knew what room he was in, but his little dot wasn't exactly next to hers, so she assumed he wasn't in the bathroom with her. Hopefully he had hadn't been when she was showering. If he was, though, she had a shower curtain. As far as she knew, he wasn't able to see through that yet.

Darcy pursed her lips. Well, if he was going to pretend like he wasn't there… there was no reason why she couldn't try to goad him into revealing himself.

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Loki had decided to pay a visit to his Temp's residence. Darcy, he reminded himself silently. He had obtained the address from her SHIELD file and transported himself directly there. He considered showing himself, but she seemed to be bathing when he arrived so he hid himself with his magic and waited for her to finish.

He was not expecting her to walk out in nothing but a strip of thin fabric. It just barely covered her luscious curves and he felt himself sitting up straighter and taking notice. She was so unself-conscious about her body when no one was watching, and it was a very nice body. He loved how she stretched to reach a glass from a top shelf of her cabinet, her breasts pressing against the damp fabric. He debated whether or not to reveal himself to her, but he waited a little too long and she went back into the bathroom for a few more minutes before he had a chance to decide.

Why should he, anyway? Maybe he should just enjoy a little bit of voyeurism while he had the chance. When she emerged, Darcy had removed the towel from her hair, and it draped itself down her back. Loki smirked. A smirk which was quickly wiped from his face as she opened her kitchen door and bent over, causing the white fabric to ride up the back of her thighs. He stifled a cough of surprise, instead leaning to the side to get a better view.

Darcy rose again, a large orange in her hand. She stood, facing him, and peeled the orange slowly with her fingers. She lifted each slice one by one to her lips, actions which Loki could not seem to look away from. He loved to watch her put things into her mouth. Just the idea of her doing that to him was enough to send surprising shudders to the more attentive parts of him. He watched her lick off each finger and longed to do the same.

But something was … off. While part of him was enjoying watching her, another part of his mind wondered why it felt … different. When he realized it, realized her body movements were more deliberate, his smirk returned. In the space of a heartbeat he was off her sofa, standing right in front of her, his arms on either side of her, resting on the kitchen counter behind her. He made sure she could see him.

"You knew I was here," he said. It was a statement, not a question.

"Yep," she replied. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was loud in his ears, but she did not look afraid. He had to give her credit for not even appearing startled.

Loki leaned down and inhaled the scent of her, right at the curve of her neck. He was trying to put her ill at ease and make her uncomfortable. Also, he wanted to.

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"Did you just sniff me?" Darcy glared at him. It was either glare at him or jump him, and she had to keep it together.

"Indeed," he purred, leaning a back and looking at her. He caged her with his arms. It should feel scarier than it was. That in itself was a warning sign.

"You don't knock. You don't say hello. You just hang out in my apartment like a creepy stalker, all unseen and invisible and hidden!"

"You're being redundant," he pointed out.

"I'm allowed to be in my own apartment!"

"But you're my personal temp -" he began. He looked a little less sure of himself.

"During work hours! This, here," she motioned with her hands to her apartment, which caused the towel to loosen a little, "is called my private life. It happens when I'm not at work. You get to be my boss and order me around during the week, during work hours, but afterwards, it's Darcy-time."

"And you wouldn't want to get to know each other a little more during your Darcy-time?" he asked suggestively, and the confidence was back.

Darcy had to bite back a grin. Instead, she rolled her eyes dramatically. "That would defeat the purpose of Darcy-time. Listen - you're hot and all, but you're a coworker and my boss. And this is not appropriate." Her eyes drifted down to her damp and toweled bosom which was almost plastered against his chest. He was in a suit again.

"On the contrary, I think it's infinitely more appropriate." He leaned in, and Darcy knew that if she didn't slow things down they might not be able to.

"Whoa there, Casanova." She ducked down and slipped out from under one of his arms. She twirled back around to him, holding up her towel which was finally threatening to fall. "I'm going to put on some pajamas and relax a little before I have to sleep. I think you should leave."

His eyes narrowed, but a smile played around his lips. "Alright. I will leave you to your Darcy-time this evening, but there will be a night very soon where I will grow curious enough to find out what exactly you do during your private hours." It was a promise and Darcy couldn't help shivering at its intention. She didn't trust Loki's disappearance until she checked her Lokicator on her phone, only then slithering into PJs.

Falling asleep was difficult. She kept waiting for her phone to ping, notifying her that he was in her apartment again. She strangely thrilled at the idea of it. In terms of stalkers, she supposed, she had a pretty hot one. Oh the things she would do to her stalker if she didn't work for him.

Darcy fell asleep that night with erotic and inappropriate fantasies dancing behind her eyelids.