Written for: glynnisi. January 8th, 2018 Shieldshock "I need one of those hugs that turns into sex."

Darcy came home with tears in her eyes, and Steve knew immediately that something was wrong. He didn't follow her right away. Darcy liked having her space and she'd come to him when she was ready. Indeed, twenty minutes later, she wandered into the living room and curled up beside him. She'd changed out of her day clothes into her pajamas. It wasn't the silky nightgown, much to his disappointment, but her ice cream sundae print pants were endearing in their own way.

"Rough day?" He wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple.

"I saw Marcia Heeney at the mall today."

"That sucks," said Steve. "Who's Marcia Heeney?"

Darcy rested her head on his shoulder. "Just a girl I knew in high school. She has this uncanny ability to make you feel inferior to her no matter what you've accomplished. I found out she's a junior executive on Wall Street and she's engaged to a multimillionaire. Also, she got into financing after leaving behind a successful modeling career in Europe."

"So basically, she's Pepper without any class."

Darcy chuckled, and Steve kissed her again. "I know I shouldn't care what she thinks, but... I mean, she's crazy successful and I'm just an errand girl."

"You are not just anything." Steve pulled her into his lap, meeting no resistance. He cuddled her close like a favorite stuffed toy. "You're helping to create interdimensional travel. That's way better than some old desk job."

"It's not just a desk job, it's Wall Street."

"It's nothing compared to you." He looked deep into her eyes, letting the truth in his words flow freely through them. She finally smiled, and he kissed her lips a few times before she buried her face in his neck and left a few featherlight pecks along his collarbone.

"I need a hug," she said.

"By that do you mean actual hug?" Steve's hands slid down her back to just above her ass. "Or do you mean sex?"

"Both," she said firmly. "I need a hug that turns into sex."

They were already hugging, so that was one part down. He stood up, taking Darcy with him. He carried her to the bedroom- she weighed nothing to him- and let her drop to the floor before removing his shirt and pants. Darcy for once was quicker than him, completely naked before he had his shirt over his head, and goddamn if she wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

They admired each other for a time, letting the tension build. Soon enough, it was too thick to bear. Steve walked her into the wall, pressing his larger, harder body into her curvaceous form. He lifted her, prompting her to wrap her legs around him. She moaned as he attached his mouth to the base of her throat.

"You think Marcia Heeney's guy can do this?" He pressed his erect cock between her legs. He was so hard, it hurt, and he would happily spend the rest of the night showing her how hot she made him.

"Dunno," she gasped as he bit down on her unmarked skin. "Prolly not. Oh god… Steve- more."

He'd give her more, all right. He'd give her everything. And everything is just what Darcy got until they were both too exhausted to move.