Darcy/Hunter
Follows from Chapter 4, Get Down! which was one of the very first Shorts I wrote and which many people tell me is still one of their favourites.
I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to writing this. I ADORE writing Hunter. I don't have to edit my dialogue to Americanisms with him, and he's such a delightfully sarcastic little shit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
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"Do I call you Lance, then?" Darcy asked as Hunter eased back from that slow, gentle first kiss, and lifted his head.
"I'd rather you just call me Hunter, luv," he smiled down at her. "Most people do."
Darcy smiled and snuggled against his chest. It was chilly outside in the London evening, she hadn't brought a coat out with her.
Opening his leather jacket, Hunter wrapped it around Darcy. He pressed a kiss against her forehead.
"So how were you planning to find me, then?" Darcy asked curiously. "Since all you knew was my name."
"I do work for SHIELD, y'know," he smirked. "One of my best mates is a great hacker."
Darcy smiled again. "I thought SHIELD were all gone, though."
"Bet you thought Coulson was dead too."
"Point," she conceded.
Hunter's phone beeped in his pocket. He sighed. "You know what that's going to mean."
Darcy closed her eyes, cuddled closer to him for a moment. "I know. When can I see you again?"
"I dunno, darlin'," Hunter said. "But Coulson's a reasonable sort. He knows how it is with soulmates, I'll talk to him and we'll do our best to work something out."
"Soon, I hope," Darcy said.
His lips pressed on hers again, warm and gentle. She realised that she could easily lose herself in him, in his touch, when she found that he had pressed her up against the wall, his hands in her hair, his groin grinding slowly against hers.
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Jane took one look at Darcy's swollen lips as she let herself back into the apartment and grinned broadly. "Who's got a hot new soulmate, then?"
She couldn't quite keep the grin off her face. Thor got up and came over, stooping to envelop her in one of his trademark huge hugs, lifting her off her feet.
"You are truly blessed, Lightning Sister. To find the other half of one's soul is a gift given to so few. A thousand years did I search to find my Lady Jane."
"I know, big guy," she squeaked a little struggling to breathe, until he put her down. Resettling her glasses, she poked him lightly in the chest - she'd long since learned that poking harder would seriously hurt her finger - and said; "So how long have you known that Son of Coul wasn't actually dead, then?"
Thor had the grace to look a bit shamefaced. "It was not my secret to tell. Lady Sif told me - she was not supposed to tell either, but Sif has ever been a poor liar. I understand that it is necessary for SHIELD's leader to remain in the shadows. A man who everyone thinks to be dead has a great advantage over his enemies."
"Hmmm," Darcy gave him narrowed eyes. Thor returned his best Innocent Labrador expression. "Oh don't give me that. You're over a thousand years old. There is nothing innocent about you. Especially not considering the noises you two make in Jane's room."
Thor grinned, and Jane hastily butted in again. "There's one good thing about it, though, Darce; if Hunter is one of Coulson's people you can be quite sure he's not HYDRA."
"That's true," Darcy conceded. "I'd like to think that he couldn't be a bad guy anyway because he's my soulmate."
"For a certainty he could not, Lightning Sister!" Thor boomed cheerfully. "Come, we must celebrate!"
"Do not let me pester him for any of that mead when I'm drunk again," Darcy begged Jane. "The hangover last time really wasn't worth it."
Of course she still woke up with a hangover, even though Jane absolutely assured her that she really, definitely, hadn't had any of the mead. Just a lot of champagne.
"And we're moving to New York!" Jane announced brightly - far too brightly considering the little men hammering away in Darcy's skull.
"How nice." It took several minutes and another cup of coffee for Darcy's brain to catch up. "Wait. When you say we're moving to New York…" she peered at Jane.
"Tony Stark offered me lab space and all the Avengers are moving into the Tower now refurbishment is completed. Including Thor."
"And me?"
"Of course you," Jane shook her head fondly. "You're my life manager, not just my lab manager, Darcy, I couldn't do without you."
Darcy smiled. "When do we leave?"
"As soon as we're done packing."
"Then we better get started!"
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Avengers Tower was even more amazing than Darcy had ever imagined. Tony Stark was a lot more annoying, but she could put up with him, at least as long as he kept paying for all the good stuff and didn't aggravate Jane too much.
Hunter, though, still hadn't put in an appearance by the time that they had been in New York for a month, despite regular emails talking of nothing much. Darcy asked him regularly both where he was and when he could see her but he always said that he wasn't allowed to answer the first and he wasn't sure on the second. She was just on the verge of swallowing her pride and asking Stark to track him down when he turned up out of the blue one evening. Bleeding.
"Oh my God, what happened to you?" JARVIS had called Darcy down to the lobby with the message that she had a visitor. She really hadn't expected to see Hunter sitting in one of the chairs bleeding quietly into the expensive fabric from a long gash on his forearm.
"Hazards of the trade, luv," Hunter smiled up at her. "I don't suppose Stark has a medical facility on-site?"
Darcy rushed him straight upstairs to Banner's labs and within a few minutes Bruce was carefully stitching the long, but fortunately shallow, gash while Hunter sat with gritted teeth, having refused any painkillers. At least the view was good, distracting her from the disturbing amounts of blood. Hunter had been wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and Bruce had to cut it off to treat the wound, revealing a very nicely muscled chest and washboard abs. Darcy failed to restrain the urge to lick her lips, especially when Bruce asked Hunter to hold the arm up so he could bandage it after stitching. That did very nice things for Hunter's chest muscles. Very nice indeed.
"Do you have some moral objection to antibiotics, too?" Bruce interrupted her reverie by asking, brandishing a syringe at Hunter.
"Nah, I'll take all that good stuff," Hunter nodded. Grinned at Darcy. "Does that one go in my arse?"
"It does," Bruce agreed. "Darcy…?"
"Oh no, I'm staying. If he's going to rock up bleeding on my doorstep I'm going to get paid in eye candy if nothing else," Darcy said firmly, making both men chuckle. Hunter smirked at her.
"You're welcome to stare at my arse as much as you want, luv."
"Just no touching. Save that for when I'm not forced to be a witness," Bruce said dryly, leaning over to inject Hunter as the other man bared a buttock. A very nice, taut, leanly muscled buttock which Darcy appreciated the sight of very much. And mourned the loss of as Hunter pulled his combat pants back up.
Looking from one to the other of them, Bruce shrugged. "I'll leave you in Darcy's capable hands, then. Now for God's sake get out of my lab before the sexual tension between you two makes something explode."
Hunter followed Darcy quite placidly down to her apartment, and when they got there paused to look around the comfortable space, nodding to himself. "Stark's done pretty well by you, I see."
"Why wouldn't you let Bruce give you any painkillers?" Darcy still couldn't get over the fact that Hunter had refused. "I know how much getting stitches hurts!"
"It's not so bad," Hunter denied. "Besides, if I did, I've learned the hard way that taking them does funny things to the male physiology."
Darcy gave him an utterly bemused. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you see," Hunter's arm slipped around her waist and pressed her back against the wall as he tipped his head down towards hers, "if I'd let him shoot me full of drugs, it's quite possible that I wouldn't have been able to carry out any of the plans that I'd made for the next time I saw you."
Still confused, Darcy shook her head. At least, until he ground his groin hard into hers , and she felt the very unmistakable evidence of his arousal.
"Oh," suddenly she felt like a complete idiot. "Oh, you mean…"
"Prob'ly wouldn't have been able to get it up for you, darlin'. Despite how utterly fucking gorgeous I think you are." Hunter smirked down at her before lowering his head just a little further and slanting his mouth over hers.
Darcy melted. He really knew how to kiss, and pinned between his leanly muscled body and the wall was her new favourite place to be, she decided. At least until he started backing up, not breaking the kiss, and pulled her down to the couch and into his lap.
"Nope, this is my new favourite," she mumbled dreamily as Hunter started kissing down her neck, tipping her back against the arm of the couch. "Like this. Couch good."
"You're mumblin' there, luv, was that please take my blouse off, Hunter? Couldn't quite hear you."
Darcy laughed, reaching up to run her hands over his short hair. It felt lovely under her fingers, slightly suede-like, almost as nice as the slightly bristlier texture of his facial hair against her throat. She was going to have stubble burn tomorrow, and she was absolutely relishing the thought.
"You could take my blouse off," she agreed.
"Good, because I've not been able to keep my mind off these magnificent tits," Hunter confessed, unfastening the buttons straining over said bosom hastily. "Haarrrrghhhh," was all he could get out as he spread the blouse open to reveal a royal-blue satin bra, doing a remarkable job of showing off Darcy's considerable cleavage.
"New York has really good lingerie shops," Darcy agreed, "and Stark pays a very generous salary, even to lowly scientist-minders."
"God bless Tony Stark," Hunter said reverently, pulling Darcy up to straddle his lap and bury his face in her cleavage. "And God definitely blessed you, you magnificent woman," his voice was muffled.
Darcy's laugh turned into a gasp as he deftly unsnapped her bra, her breasts tumbling free and making him moan with even greater pleasure.
"If you didn't figure it out yet, I'm definitely a boobs man," he pulled back long enough to glance up at her, brown eyes dancing with mischief as he filled his hands to overflowing with her breasts. "Since I've had a remark about breaking your boobs written on me since I was a kid, I think it's definitely required for me to check them out thoroughly. Make sure they're not actually broken."
His thumbs were swiping back and forth over her nipples as he spoke, chafing them to aching points, and Darcy could only nod. "What-whatever you like," she said, her voice a bit quavery.
"Now there's an offer I'm not gunna refuse," he grinned delightedly before catching one nipple in his mouth, his hand slipping to the small of Darcy's back to support her as he bent her back a little.
She made incoherently delighted noises, her hands settling on his bare shoulders, fingers curving into claws to grip on hard as he suckled enthusiastically at her breast, tongue curling around her nipple, his fingers squeezing and tugging on the other one in rhythmical time with his mouth until she wanted to scream from the sheer pleasure of it. Only when he let her nipple out of his mouth for a moment did her head clear a little, enough for her to realise that she was gripping him tightly with her thighs and grinding against him.
Hunter's face was flushed, his pupils blown wide with lust as he looked up at her. "You're magnificent," he said again. "Just fuckin' magnificent." And his mouth closed on the other breast.
Darcy sobbed helplessly, clawing at his shoulders. "Please, Hunter - please."
"Tell me what you want," he left off suckling only long enough to say.
"Want you. Want you inside me, right now."
"Here? Christ yes, sit on my lap and bounce those fabulous boobs in my face, why am I even thinking about arguing with you," he muttered when she nodded frantically in agreement.
"Why...argue?" she gasped.
"Thought maybe you'd like a bed and, I dunno, long and slow."
"Quick and dirty on the couch works too," Darcy shook her head, reaching down between them to unfasten his pants, as his deft fingers worked the button at the back of her skirt. Which had ridden right up her thighs anyway. "And it's what I want right now too oh yum," because as she opened his fly, his cock sprang free into her hand, hard and hot and eager.
"Bloody hell," Hunter panted against her breasts, his fingers clenching on her hips briefly before he twisted around, spilling her onto her back on the couch. Darcy yelped before realising his intent, as he peeled down her skirt and pulled off her shoes. She winced as she remembered that she was wearing thick and rather unflattering tights - Avengers Tower was very over-airconditioned and none of the super-powered residents seemed to feel the cold. Hunter didn't seem to care, though, just peeling them down, pressing kisses to her stomach and thighs as he did.
At least she was wearing panties that matched her pretty bra. They too were soon decorating the floor, though, Hunter kneeling at her feet, his hands on her thighs, eyes on hers, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Oh absolutely hell yes," Darcy parted her thighs eagerly as he moved forward between them - and at that exact moment remembered that she was really quite overdue for a wax. "Damn you for not calling and telling me you were coming anyway," she mumbled.
"What?" Hunter blinked, distracted, looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I hadn't anticipated my undercover identity getting burned and having no choice but to make a run for the Tower."
"What?" startled, Darcy blinked at him. "That's why you're here?"
"It's why I haven't called you either, I'm sorry, luv. It was an important mission. Coulson promised when it was over, I could transfer."
"Transfer?" His fingers were walking up the inside of her thighs, making it hard to think.
"Yup," he grinned up at her. "I'm gonna come work for the Avengers, Darcy. Live right here in the Tower. I'll be within easy reach - any time you want me." And he dived in, not caring in the slightest about her pubic hair, his thumbs parting her fleshy lips so that he could get his tongue in nice and deep, taste the slick juices dampening her bush.
So he hasn't been avoiding me, he's been on a mission… was about all Darcy's brain managed to process, before Hunter's exploring tongue shut her thoughts down entirely.
"Ahhhh," she hummed with pleasure, her hands landing on his closely-cropped hair, holding him close, not that he seemed remotely inclined to pull back. He made a delighted sound himself in response, his brown eyes still gazing up at her, watching her breasts heave as she took quick, panting breaths.
Fucking hell, she's glorious. Determinedly, he set about pleasuring Darcy, scraping his teeth lightly over her clit, suckling and licking at the tiny pearl he uncovered as he pressed the hood back with his upper lip. She moaned and writhed, fingers massaging his scalp, silently telling him what she liked as he worked her steadily up towards climax, a pair of fingers sliding slowly into her and crooking to lightly tap at her G-spot.
"Oh fuck, oh Hunterrrr!" Darcy shouted suddenly, her hips jerking right up off the couch, and he felt the sudden spasming of her internal muscles on his fingers.
Juices filled his mouth and he drank greedily; kept on stroking and licking, easing Darcy gently through the climax as her body slowly relaxed, her hands falling away from his head.
Sliding his fingers from Darcy, Hunter sat back on his heels and sucked them into his mouth, licking the taste of her from his fingers as he watched her tremble and sigh, her eyes closed, lips parted.
"Get your pants off and get up here," Darcy demanded after a few moments, finally getting her breath back.
"Yes, ma'am," Hunter said with a quiet chuckle, reaching down to a pocket in his cargo pants as he stood, pulling out a condom. It took him a moment to unlace his boots and strip off the rest of his clothes, by which time Darcy had opened her eyes and was watching him, lazily playing with her breasts. Staring lustfully, he was all fingers and thumbs trying to get the condom on.
He had a tattoo on the inside of his bicep, Darcy noticed as he finally got the condom on and reached for her, sliding onto the couch beside her and pulling her back onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Touching it curiously, she traced the design, a dagger with wings coming out of the hilt, the words Who Dares Wins written beneath.
"Army," he glanced down at the tatt. "My old regimental symbol and motto. The SAS."
"You were in the SAS?" Darcy's eyes bugged out with shock. She'd spent long enough in London to know how revered the Special Air Service were in the UK; highly trained commandos the equal of any in the world.
"Sweetheart," he lifted her hips in strong hands, pulling her closer to guide her down on his cock, "I was an officer."
Darcy's eyes rolled back in her head as she slid down on Hunter. He wasn't particularly above average side but hoo boy did he ever know what to do with that cock. He was hitting all the good spots, his hands on her hips adjusting the angle minutely as his own lifted up to her.
"Ahhhh, god, that's so good!" she panted, clutching at his shoulders, and he chuckled a little breathlessly and ducked his head to press his face into her cleavage.
"Bloody awesome, you little beauty," he mumbled joyously, hips rolling as he plunged deep. It was Darcy's turn to laugh and she grabbed his head, deliberately squeezing her elbows together to squeeze his face between her boobs. Hunter let out a muffled, ecstatic moan.
"This is how I want to die."
"Not just yet, you don't!" Pressing her knees to his hips, Darcy flexed her thigh muscles, lifted herself up a little way before pushing down hard. Hunter groaned and bucked up against her; she bit her lip against the swiftly rising tide of pleasure and repeated the movement, letting go of his head and grabbing onto the back of the couch, giving herself something to hang onto as she rode him.
She soon found a rhythm that worked for both of them; at least it was definitely working for her and Hunter seemed to be enjoying it too, considering the gasps and groans he was making as her boobs bounced in his face. His hands on her hips helped her along, slightly adjusting the angle every now and then, increasing the pleasure every time he did until Darcy was crying out with every stroke. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth fell open and she gave a long, low, wordless cry.
"That's it," Hunter gasped, feeling slick muscles begin to clench around him, "oh fucking hell, yes, gorgeous, don't you stop…" she was stuttering, losing her rhythm, so he took over, grasping her hips and thrusting hard up into her, seeking for a nipple with his mouth and sucking on it thirstily.
The added sensation was just perfect to tip Darcy over the edge. She fell, screaming with ecstasy, dimly felt Hunter jerk and gasp against her, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Collapsing against him, shivering with reaction, she rested her cheek on his shoulder and clung tightly.
Gently, Hunter smoothed her hair back from her sweating face, tucking it behind her ears. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked softly.
"Ummm," Darcy hummed happily, and he chuckled, pressing kisses against her shoulder and neck.
"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" He sought her mouth, kissed her long and slow before putting his hands back to her hips. Lifting her off him easily, he laid her down on the couch. "Back in a minute, luv. Um, which way's the bathroom?"
She waved a languid hand, just lying back and appreciating the back view as he headed across the room. Wow, that was one hell of an ass. Neat and tight. He had a runner's build, she thought, spare and lean, no unnecessary bulk, but she'd felt the strength in him, the easy way he had lifted her hardly-waiflike self.
The front view was pretty impressive as he came walking back, too. Feeling suddenly self-conscious about being nude in front of a man with apparently zero body fat, Darcy grabbed at the blanket on the back of the couch, hastily pulled it over her.
Hunter paused as he saw Darcy's action, guessed at the reason for it - and determined right then and there that his soulmate was never going to be in any doubt as to how much he adored her figure.
"Come 'ere," he grabbed the edge of the blanket and promptly snuggled under it with her, pulling her atop his body on the narrow couch. "God, you've got the most fucking amazin' body, luv." His hands roamed down her sides, shaping her hourglass curves. "Like an old-style pinup girl. I had such a thing for Sophia Loren when I was a lad, always hoped my soulmate would look like her. Hit the jackpot with you, didn't I?"
"You - think so?" Darcy blushed, rather surprised.
"Shit, yeah," a quick twist of his body and she was suddenly underneath, Hunter tossing the blanket off and grinning down at her. "I wanna worship you like the goddess of love you are, Venus."
"That sounds rather nice," she admitted laughingly, "I've always wanted to be worshipped."
"I am your devoted servant, my goddess." Hunter grinned, and then, slowly, dipped his head to lick at her nipple. "I'll start here," he murmured, bright brown eyes gleaming with passion and mischief as he looked up at her, "but I'm gonna worship every inch of you with my tongue."
"That's quite a lot of inches," Darcy murmured, still self-conscious.
"Hell yeah, and every one of them delicious." He smiled lovingly at her before bending his head to begin making good on his promise. No matter how long it took, he was going to prove to Darcy that she was perfect in his eyes.
Absolutely perfect.
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