Written for: suzieqsez. September 19th, 2018 Steve/Darcy Smut fic "Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong."

"Favorite genre of music?"

"That's a tough one. Um… I want to say rock, but I'm more knowledgeable in the seventies than modern-day stuff. Hendrix and Pink Floyd and all that. My parents are crazy about those guys."

"Never heard of them." The way Steve grinned, Darcy was pretty sure he had. She'd never know for sure, though, and that was probably the way he wanted it.

God, if he wasn't naked right now, she might be angry with him.

Darcy dragged her equally naked body closer, snuggling into his muscly chest. "Okay… who was your first crush?"

Steve groaned. "Pass."

"No, no passing. We had a deal, Rogers. No question goes unanswered and that includes the embarrassing ones."

He ran a hand down his face. There was a hint of stubble lining his jaw. Darcy wouldn't say a word about it. Steve was never not hot, but she liked the beard. It was perfect for oral.

"Okay well, I was in fourth grade and there was this girl, Edith Aberford. I got it in my head that she'd go out with me if I could take class bully in a fight. So one day, I caught him kicking sand at some of the younger kids and I punched him in the face."

"Bucky allowed this to happen?"

"His whole family had the flu that week. Anyway, he kicked my ass and then, to add insult to injury, Edith started dating him."

Darcy winced. "Ouch. Love hurts."

"Especially when you're nine." Steve shook his head. "My turn."

"Hit me, big boy."

He gave her ass a pinch, making her jolt and grind against him. It reminded her just how big he really was.

"What was the worst pick up line anyone tried to use on you?"

The first time they met, Steve hadn't used a line. He'd just stammered for five minutes until Bucky got fed up and asked Darcy out for him. As their relationship progressed and Steve grew more comfortable with their budding romance, it was hard to believe he'd once been the inhibited one.

He was already dragging his teeth down her neck as she tried to articulate an answer.

"So in college, I was…" she moaned as Steve nipped her earlobe. "Stop that. Let me talk. I was in college and there was this guy in my Advanced Political Theory class. I had a huge thing for him."

"What'd he look like?"

It took Darcy time to answer, not just because he was pinching her nipples and getting them hard but also because she genuinely couldn't remember the guy's face. How weird. It hadn't been that long ago, had it?

"Uh… I think he was blond? No, light brown. Definitely light brown. He was tall and he had brown eyes. Kind of a big nose, but it worked for him."

"What's his full name?"

"You are not going to go beat him up, Steve."

"Never said that."

"You were thinking it."

"I'm thinking only one thing right now." He bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth. "Hurry up and finish."

"Oh god," Darcy whimpered. He kept that up, and she'd be getting off sooner rather than later. "So with the guy… he was…. I was at the bar and I saw him, and my friends dared me to talk to him. I was a little drunk and I thought I'd say something witty. Then I go up to him and I'm just like 'is that a mirror in your pocket because I look great!' which made perfect sense in my head, but he and his buddies all laughed at me. I think then they left. Or maybe I left. Point is, I never got a date."

"What a shame." Steve released her breast only to roll on top of her, his thick erection pressing at her entrance.

"So yeah, that's the worst pick up line I ever did," Darcy said, eyes fluttering closed. "Wait, that's not what you asked. Is that what you asked?"

"I don't care." Steve pushed inside fast and hard, and suddenly, Darcy didn't care either.