5 Days Later
Darcy had been good at the PR gig. Then again, she had been good at all her jobs- she made a point to be good at them all. She didn't excel, she just did better than expected, and that made her feel better about her life choices, because as exciting as political science was, it just didn't pay the bills.
Pepper had come in like a storm, brewing with energy. Clint had disappeared, though Jane refused to, standing firmly beside Darcy until the negotiations began. They made it quite clear they were not to be separated; Bucky and Darcy, that was, were very vocal about sharing a room, and that Steve were in spitting distance.
Steve said nothing. He, at first, just hung his head and nodded to everything Pepper suggested.
"This isn't against you," she said gently. "This is to protect you. As your friend, I don't care what you get up to, as long as you are happy. But to protect Steve, to start damage control to keep you happy, segregation is the best answer."
"Because why, the reporters are going to come into Stark Tower and check out the sleeping arrangements?" Darcy scoffed. "Bucky's my man. And any where Steve goes, we go."
Pepper continued to give them The Look, but flanked by her boys, Darcy felt indestructible.
"If that's what you want." Pepper nodded, then proceeded to set up Steve's public address.
That had gone well. The public received him like an old friend, applauding him as he went into the conference room. He was nervous but spoke with calm and decorum, every inch Captain America. He confirmed he had been in a relationship with Jessica - that she had ended their relationship twice in a fit of temper. He couldn't confirm if she was pregnant because he honestly had no idea, a fact that seemed to resonate in the community.
Meanwhile, Jessica had become infamous. She had a million twitter followers and a Facebook page dedicated to supporting her. She often tweeted melancholy updates, lyrics from breakup songs, twice from Madonna's Papa Don't Preech.
So while Steve had said his piece and people knew what he was saying to be true and correct, her constant online sulking had made some people less sure of his innocence, and some people totally certain of hers.
There was no disasters within the week, if you chose to disregard Jane's very intense moods. Thor didn't think it was odd, citing that all the women he'd ever gotten pregnant had all been the of the same disposition.
(He slept on the couch in Darcy and Bucky's apartment for two nights.)
Bucky and Darcy had been sleeping together, but not...sleeping, together. At firs it was because Darcy was bleeding from a crucial part of the love making business, but even when she wasn't, they fought too much to achieve the right mood.
They went to bed angry and woke up interlinked. There was only one day that progressed to making out but it was lazy, half hearted, and interrupted by a knock on their door.
Darcy practically ran to answer it, desperate for an excuse to leave the bed. Bucky didn't so much as ask her who it was- he retreated to a shower before she'd got to the door, in much the same frame of mind.
Steve looked like crap. It was the best crap-looking person Darcy had ever seen in her life, however. The super solider serum negated any days where Steve should have looked like shit. He was hunched at the shoulders and there was a crease between his brows from a perpetual frown. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, in fists behind the darkwashed denim.
He took one look at her red, wet mouth and sighed.
"I'll come back later." he muttered.
"Please stay. I miss you." she took his hand and hoped he wouldn't pull away. "We both miss you."
He stopped walking, turned only to look over his shoulder at her.
"Looks like you're getting on just fine without me." he said it with no implied malice, just tired acceptance.
"We aren't." she told him. "Steve, please come in."
He turned the rest of his body towards her, angling almost head on. He nodded, and she lead him by the hand, taking him through to the lounge.
"Bucky's in the shower." she told him. "But apparently that won't stop him from hearing every damn word I say."
She heard the distinct: "It won't!" from behind the bathroom door.
"That's fine. I didn't... I didn't exactly come to talk." he shifted in the seat, hand curling tighter on hers. "I couldn't be alone, any more."
"It still messes with your head?"
He nodded, swallowing hard. He was wearing Disney Prince eyes, all big and watery and innocent. She could feel herself swooning, actually feel her knees giving out underneath her.
"Oh, baby. Come here."
Darcy pushed between his knees, holding his head to her chest. His forefinger tapped out the rhythm of her heat beat against his forearm - he had both arms around her hips, eyes closed. She dug her thumbs into his shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension in him. Her cheek was on his head, smelling his apple-shampoo.
"Why didn't you come sooner?" she whispered.
"Didn't think I was wanted."
"That's about the dumbest thing you ever said, Rogers." Bucky drawled, rubbing a towel over his hair. The other was trapped only precariously around his pelvis, threatening to fall. The v of his hips was pronounced, the trail of dark hair from his navel still wet. "You always got your face on her boobs. I thought you were an ass man."
"You're an ass, man." Steve muttered, still with closed eyes. "I just like hearing her heart beat."
Bucky rolled his eyes, making a disgusted noise, but Darcy loved it when Steve spoke like a well written romance novel and wasn't at all put off by it. Quite the opposite, actually. Her arms tightened on him, and without much thinking about it, she kissed his forehead, her nose lingering at his hairline.
He relaxed in totality, sighing a long held breath that rolled over her skin, making goosebumps explode over her like she'd stuck her feet in ice. Her heart beat spiked as she pressed another kiss to his temple, eyeing Bucky from under her lashes.
He licked his lips, and nodded her along.
One hand still massaged his shoulder, but the other lifted and drew a gentle line up his throat, so his head tipped back. She paused with her fingertip under his chin, holding him in place.
"Steve." she said, very pleasantly. "If you wanna leave, you should leave now. Other wise I'm going to kiss you. And where ever that goes, it's going there, and it's happening now. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
His eyelids opened, pupils blown wide. He swallowed, glanced at Bucky, who remained watching, towel lazily rubbing over the same patch on his chest, then looked up to her again.
"Yes ma'am." he murmured, and closed his eyes again.
Before she lost her nerve, she planted one on him. It wasn't like how she would've kissed Bucky, that was for sure. Her tongue traced the shape of his mouth and his hands framed her hips with a careful, gentle squeeze, more a non-verbal encouragement than copping a feel. She often thought that her hips were her worst part, but having him hold her there, it made her feel needed and appreciated, less so than self conscious.
The hand at his shoulder crept beneath the collar of his shirt, nails dragging slowly, carefully, over his back, until she was on tip toe to reach further down. He smoothed his hands over her backside and pulled her closer by the thighs, pulling her up against his chest. She opened her knees, settling one leg either side of his right thigh, prompting him to lower her down onto his lap.
On that angle, much more equal, the kiss deepened he sucked on her tongue the next time she tried to coax his mouth open, and she moaned a little into the quiet room. His hands sculpted her figure on the way up, over clothes, over hips she hated and the waist she emphasised at all times. He paused for a minute on her ribcage, feeling how she was breathing, then his thumbs smoothed over the underside of her breasts, and she made a noise like mewling.
"Mind if I join?"
She hummed low in her throat, while Steve broke apart from the kiss and looked over to him. He swallowed, panting slightly, looking concerned.
"We'll go slow." Darcy told him softly, kissing his brow. "Not too much, too soon. Slow."
He didn't agree, but he didn't disagree either. He just pressed a kiss to her throat so that Bucky could come over and steal-borrow her mouth.
He stood at her side, his towel hanging dangerously low, thanks to the fact he was rocking a semi boner. He bit her lip instead of kissed it, and demanded entrance into her mouth instead of denying it. Darcy's nails dug into Steve as his mouth found nipples through her shirt, where he sucked on them until both peaked.
She didn't realise she was gyrating until Steve's hands settled on her hips, thumbs angled on her inner thigh. He did nothing but hold her still and rub small circles into the thin material of her pajamas, hands huge and warm, while Bucky's paws eclipsed both her breasts, finding the wet patches and pinching each nipple so that her body rocked up against Steve's.
She broke Bucky's kiss, desperate for air, her head tipping to the side so she could pant and taste as much of Steve's exposed throat as she could. There was a pause of action between the two, even on her, and she lifted her head to figure out why.
"Steve?" she murmured, putting her forehead against his temple.
"I just..." he swallowed, put his lips around her ear, keeping direct eye contact with Bucky. He tugged on her ear lobe, slightly, then released it, his voice low. "I don't know what to do."
"Kiss him." she suggested, glancing over her shoulder at the sergeant. His hands tightened on her breasts, and he licked his mouth again. "Close your eyes."
He did as he was told, swallowing loudly. His hands flexed at her hips, then moved up to her waist. She ran light fingers over his skull, down the back of his neck and throat, arching a brow at Bucky, who watched her other hand part the front of his shirt and venture over his chest.
"Make an effort, Barnes." she said, and ran her tongue over the shell of Steve's ear. "Kiss our dear Captain, won't you?"
"Yes ma'am." he put one hand on Steve's jaw and planted it on him. For a second, it was so strong Steve actually leaned back on the couch, back braced by the cushions, making a gruff noise from under the assaulting tongue and teeth. Darcy sucked a mark on his neck and his hands went from placid to claws on her waist. He sat back up with a vengeance, one hand still bracing her, the other to Bucky's towel.
He grabbed the knot keeping him decent and tugged it forward, throwing him off balance. Darcy pulled back to watch Steve manipulate Bucky down on the other thigh, even if he at first, struggled to remain standing. She and he were comfortably seated - the expanse of Steve's legs were quite impressive.
Darcy kept one hand on Steve's back in a fist, the other sneaking over Bucky's thigh to the part in the towel. Her fingers disappeared under it, before catching him hot and heavy in her hand, giving an experimental squeeze.
He grunted, tossed his head back to give her a heated glare.
"You said slow." he accused.
"Since when do you play by the rules?" she shot back.
"If you two can't behave," Steve said from the vicinity of Darcy cleavage. "There will be consequences."
"Sounds potentially sexy." Bucky drawled, prompting Darcy to encircle his head with her forefinger and thumb, and start to jerk rapidly.
He lost his breath for a moment, cursing in a language she didn't understand, teeth grinding. He went to grab her hand but Steve caught his and twisted it up between his shoulder blades, putting them chest to chest. He could feel Bucky's heart beat like a trapped bird, while his own beat a slower, heavier rhythm beside it.
"Behave." Darcy reminded him, leaning over to bite his pec.
He flinched and she let him go, dragged her hand back down to the base of his throbbing cock. She stroked him more fully, up and down, while Steve bent his head to her collar bone and mouthed at the indent it made.
"Yes ma'am." Bucky growled, and pulled her head toward him for a kiss.
Teeth sunk into her lip just a little too hard, making her flinch and gasp loudly. Steve looked up from her chest to see her scowling, and his grip on Bucky's arm tightened a fraction. Bucky kissed her lip in apology, looking mischievous, a grin half cocked on his mouth.
"What have I told you," Steve said under his breath. "About kissing Darcy?"
"Has to be earned," Darcy replied, tipping her head away from Bucky.
"You're banned." Steve told him, and brought his hand up Darcy's side, cupping the back of her neck. "Until you earn it."
"And how exactly do I do that?" he prompted, watching the slow drag of Steve's lips over her jaw line, the little sigh she let go.
"I don't know." Steve mused. "Darcy, what does Bucky have to do for you?"
She opened one sleepy eyelid, brow slanted.
"What makes you think I want Bucky to kiss me ever again?" she peppered a light string of butterfly kisses on Steve's cheekbones, nose, forehead. He leaned into each one, removing his hand from Bucky's wrist to catch one breast in his hand. "You're right, by the way... Steve's a better kisser than you."
"Like hell he is."
"Darcy, tell him." Steve prompted, chin resting on her collarbone, arm around the entirety of her waist. "What's a fella gotta do, to earn a kiss from a dame as pretty as you?"
Darcy said:
"Rub one out so I can keep kissing Steve."
I just lost the knack of writing sex scenes -.-
Hope you enjoyed!
This is only a teaser - the rest of this scene is coming.
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