*Author's Note*
Thank you for the faves, follows, and reviews.
WARNING!: LEMONS! Yep, lemons in the first scene.
Anyways, here's the next part of the story. Have fun reading.
After The Storm Ends
Gem POV:
I was sprawled out on Brock, half asleep on Sunday night, whenever the whirling of this AC unit paired with the loud voices on his tv came on. "Goddamn, the power's back on." Brock's sleep laden voice pierced thru the air a bit roughly. "Just took all day tho." He added in a grumble.
"What time is it?" I asked, gesturing to our phones that were on the coffee table.
Brock stretched his hand out and grabbed his phone off the coffee table, only to bring it up close enough to look at. Unlocking it, he answered me with, "Almost seven." Placing the phone back onto the table, he asked, "You don't mind if we watch 60 Minutes do you? I like to be up to date with current events."
"I don't mind. In fact, I watched so much 60 Minutes and CNN in college that I began an Anderson Cooper fangirl. So did Darcy."
"Oh, yea, that's right, you were a Poli Sci major."
"Mhm."
"So, we'll watch 60 Minutes and then the Sunday night movie." Brock told me, causing me to just nod at him. "You want me to wash your work clothes?" Brock offered. "They've been in a stuffy house for days; a wash'll freshen them up."
"Is that your way of asking me to stay the night with you?" I asked, having the feeling he wasn't ready to bring me home yet, even tho the power was back on and the rain stopped.
"Yea, but your part of town was flooded. We don't know if your apartment's got power yet; I'm just looking out for you."
"I'll stay the night and use your washer." I told him, pushing myself off of him and sitting. "I'll put my clothes in now so I can watch the news program with you." I stood up and went over to the staircase.
"Okay, baby." Brock simply told me as I made my way upstairs as the intro to 60 Minutes appeared on the tv.
*Many Many Hours Later…*
Beep! Beep! Beep!-loudly sounded out in the air as I slept on my side with Brock right behind me, spooning me. "Is that your alarm?" I asked sleepily while the noise threatened to wake me up.
"Yea. I usually workout before work." Brock told me, shifting to stretch his arm out in order to smack his digital alarm clock with his hand to turn it off (or put it into snooze mode for all I know). Wrapping his arm back around my waist, he thoughtfully suggested, "But since you're here, I think we can skip my basement gym and workout another way."
"Oh god, it's barely dawn, and you want to fool around."
"Yea, of course I do." He smirked, kissing my temple. Resting the side of his face against mine, he asked, "Don't you like fooling around with me too or were you just pretending for three straight days?"
Looking over my shoulder at him, I frowned. "You know I wasn't pretending, Brock."
"Mhm…" Rumbled deeply in the back of his throat. "Which is why we should enjoy ourselves this morning before we have to go to work."
"Fine…we can fool around a little bit." I relented as his hand lightly stroked my belly, right below my belly button.
"Mhm…" Brock hummed, nibbling the sweet spot right below my ear. His hand skirted over to trace the hipbone that was tattooed while whispering against the shell of my ear, "Sounds good to me, baby girl."
I twisted my upper body slightly so that I could run a hand thru his hair and capture his lips in a good morning kiss. As soon as I pressed my lips against his, Brock reciprocated the kiss. He even let out a groan as my nails lightly raked over his scalp as my fingers tangled in his dark, full hair that was soft to the touch. Brock liked his hair played with, or at least that's what I discovered during the days I spent with him in this brownstone.
His lips pressed harder against mine the more I raked my hands thru his hair. He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth when my nails scrapped his scalp for a second time this morning. Oh, yea, I was getting him hot and bothered. Before I had time to blink, Brock pulled his lips from mine only to flip us so that I was on my back, horizontally on the bed, with him hovering over me. Lust blazed in his hazel eyes as a wild smirk appeared on his face. He didn't say a word, just took my chin between his thumb and forefinger only to give me an intense look before crushing his lips into mine for a heated kiss. I let out a surprised gasp, causing him to deepen the kiss.
Brock caressed my jawline and I tugged on his hair as our tongues feverishly danced together as we intensely kissed. His weight pinned me down during our heated kisses, but it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it felt natural; felt right.
Brock pulled away, breaking our kiss, only to trail a scattering of kisses along my jaw and down my neck as he slipped a hand between us; teasing my wet folds with his calloused fingers. "Fuck, baby, you're already so wet for me." He moaned against my neck, circling his thumb against my clit and slipping two fingers inside of me.
"I can feel that you're hard and ready to go too, honey." I retorted in a mewling moan from the feeling of Brock's fingers steadily moving in and out of my wet heat combined with the feel of his hard dick pressing into my inner thigh as his body pinned mine down. Oh god, I could feel my senses going into overdrive; casuing me to get even wetter than I already was.
"Fuck, baby, all I gotta do's look at ya and I get rock." Brock smirked against my neck, rolling his hips slightly to press his hard member further into the inside of my thigh as he pumped his hand faster; trying to get a rise out of me.
"Oh god, Brock. I'm so close." I whimpered, feeling the pressure build within me.
Pulling his lips off of my neck and looking me straight in the eye, he huskily asked, "You ready for my dick, or ya want me to make you come first?"
"Oh god, just fuck me." I told him as his dirty words sent a shiver of neediness down my spine. Oh god, I swear whenever he does dirty talk, even mildly, it turns me on. I swear, it's something about the raspy thickness of his voice saying certain 'naughty' and 'dirty' things.
"Oh yea, I'll fuck you really good, baby." Brock smirked, his timbre heavy and rough, as he without his hand from my core only to spread my thigh wide and line himself up with my entrance. Without warning, Brock surged forward and entered me in one, large, swift motion.
"Oh Brock…" I moaned breathlessly, digging my nails into his shoulder.
"Pull on my hair baby and I'll fucking pound your pussy so damn hard." Brock told me, holding my tattooed hipbone in a vice grip while grabbing my chin with his other hand and looking me dead in the eye.
Oh god, his hazel eyes were intense and blazing while his voice was throaty and thick with lust and it just send me closer to the edge. Everything just felt so erotic in a way. It was a turn on. I've never had a man hold my chin and look at me so intensely while telling me if I pull on his hair he'll pound me til we're both moaning and spent. Like really, guys like that are usually fictional in those trashy bodice ripper novels.
"Better pound away, Brock." I smirked, pulling on Brock's hair enough to snap his neck back slightly.
"Oh fuck, you're gonna need a hot shower this morning to soothe your muscles when I'm done with ya, baby girl." Brock darkly smirked, snapping his hips in fast piston motions that nearly sent me bouncing and sliding off the edge of the bed.
Oh my god, we've done it fast before, but never like this. The only thing keeping my grounded on the bed was my hold on Brock with my hand digging into his shoulder along with my toes curling into the sheets. This right here was intense for 5-fucking-something-am. Oh my god…
My chest was heavy up and down and my breath was coming out as a string of moans and mewls as Brock tightened his hold on my chin only to bend his head down and press a bruising kiss to my lips. His mouth swallowed my moans as he roughly kissed me. The feel of his lips roughly tugging and nipping at mine combined with the feel of his fast movements had me reeling. I was so close to falling off the edge. I just needed a little more to tip me off the edge of ecstasy, which is why I gave Brock's hair a rough tug. He moaned into my mouth before plowing into me.
Suddenly, I wretched my lips away from his and came tumbling over the edge with the cries of his name mixed in with a few curses. Brock, as it turns out, was as riled up as I was since it only took a couple of fast jerky movement before he was roaring, "Fuck, Gem…Baby, fuck, fuck…", and collapsing on top of me.
When we got to work, we were about 15-minutes late. Oops. Guess we shouldn't have fooled around in the shower (I tried to resist Brock, but after the hot wakeup sex how could I?) and stopped by Starbucks. I was worried about being late, but Brock assured me that I wouldn't get into trouble with our boss since Pierce already knew that I'd spent the weekend with him. Even tho, I still didn't like being late. It just looked bad, especially since by now most of SHIELD prolly knows I spent Thursday night thru this morning with Brock since Darcy's a blabber mouth. Hey, gossip spread like wild fire in the Triskelion. All Darcy has to do is tell Tina and Cameron, then they tell somebody and on and on it goes til most of the agency knows I was holed up with Brock. I mean the entire building knows we're seeing each other cause of the 'telephone' style office gossip so…
The people that piled into the elevator with us kept giving us knowing looks. "Hell, everyone knows…" I muttered under my breath to Brock.
"So, who gives a fuck that they know we were shacked up all weekend. We had a good time; that's all that matters, baby." Brock whispered back as the elevator stopped on the sixth floor to let somebody off.
"I know, but it still feels weird that everyone's looking at us like we're some kind of soap couple or something that got stranded on a remote island due to a storm battering a yacht instead of normal people trapped inside due to bad weather."
Brock's brows furrowed as he queried, "Isn't that a scene from the sequel to Gone With The Wind? What was that miniseries called again? It had that one guy from Lord Of The Rings and Game Of Thrones in it."
"Scarlett. You've seen Scarlett?" I asked in disbelief. No way in hell did Brock, Commander Rumlow of the elite STRIKE Alpha of SHIELD, willingly watch Scarlett. Just…no.
Brock shrugged sheepishly, only to defend his macho bravado with the clarification of, "Hey, there's not much to watch when you're at Annapolis. It was on a major network that the tv picked up so most of us at the Naval Academy watched it in the common room."
"Oh…" I nodded, letting my one syllable linger lightly in the air.
"Haven't seen it since tho." Brock was quick to tell me.
"Don't let Darcy hear you say that, she'll make everyone watch it for movie night."
"I won't tell her if you won't." Brock winked as if we were making a secret pact. I just smiled and winked back at him, cementing our 'secret'.
The elevator stopped again and a few more people got off. We just ignored the remaining passengers as they filed off the elevator at their designated floors in favor of whispering to each other about silly, small things that made no importance other then to help us bond and get to know each other a little better than we already did after spending endless days cooped up together. Before we knew it, the elevator came to a stop and the doors dinged open at Brock's floor. "See ya for lunch, baby." Brock winked before stepping off the elevator.
I saw Steve sitting at one of the cubicle's, sipping on a mug of coffee. He was thumbing thru a folder, most likely a mission report or something. He looked up just in time to see the elevator doors ding shut. Hmm, I have a feeling that he'll be checking out on me at the 100th floor in a few minutes. A sweet, but unnecessary gesture since I'm perfectly fine thanks to Brock letting me stay with him during the days the terrible summer storm battered the area relentlessly.
Brock POV:
Cap's super sonic ears must've heard me tell Gem I'd see her for lunch cause as soon as I stepped out of the elevator and onto the floor, his head snapped my way and he looked at my girlfriend with this goofy look as the elevator doors dinged shut before giving me a hard and cold look. Oh-ho-ho, looks like America's favorite fucking boy scout's jealous of me spending the entirety of the storm with Gem. Oh, how I just can't let this opportune moment to metaphorically tweak Cap's nose go by.
"Your Dumbo ears pick up something or are you just going to stare at the elevator bank all day after catching a quick glimpse at my baby girl?" I asked, making my way over to Cap.
"Commander Rumlow, don't refer to Gem by that awful nickname. She's too nice to be your baby girl." The fucker had the balls to tell me while giving me his 'dissapointed' look too. Fuck, how I'd like to punch the look right off of his face. Shit, he would be the 'face' of SHIELD; I would have to work with him too.
"Aw, Cap, that's sweet. You're trying to come up with a stupid reason why I shouldn't call her a pet name." I sarcastically goaded the super hero. Sipping on my large cup of black coffee, I pointed out, "You call her doll and she's not even your girlfriend, so I'd tread lightly if I were you."
"You should tread lightly too, Rumlow. At least my name for girl's appropriate, not sickening." Why the fuck is he telling me to tread lightly for? She's my fucking girlfriend.
Tipping my Starbuck's cup at the super soldier, I ordered, "Don't fucking tell me to tread lightly again. Now get to work doing whatever it is you're doing on my floor."
"Language, Rumlow." He scolded as I turned my back to him.
"Fuck your 'language' bullshit and it's Commander Rumlow to you." I loudly spat out before storming off to my office. Fucking do-gooder prick trying to act like he was my superior when it was indeed the other way around. Oh, and he has his nerve trying to tell me what I can call my own girlfriend. I know he's got a thing for her, but Jesus, he needs to just accept that she's with me and move the fuck on so we can work on Ops together without any more tension than what's necessary.
Cap POV:
Brock stormed off to his office after cursing me out. Gosh, he's such a rude and roguish man. Poor Gem, did he rope her into lunch with him while they were on the elevator? Hopefully her boyfriend, who I think's not much better then Rumlow since he had her stay with him during the storm without even taking her reputation in account, takes her out to lunch first. Maybe the casual boyfriend could tell Rumlow to back off? Gem would get stuck with Rumlow running after her and having a casual boyfriend who's probably just as bad. I hope I never have to meet this casual guy, but since she says he wants to hangout with her friends I'll probably get stuck meeting him sooner rather then later.
"Cap, you know Rumlow-" The harsh faced agent Rollins began from his cubicle next to me only for me to shot him a disappointed look and sternly interrupted him with, "Rollins, don't gossip about the commander to me. I find office gossip very tasteless; I won't take a part of it."
"Okay, suit yourself then." Rollins shrugged as his face stuck up over the partition that separated our desks.
"And don't gossip with the other Alpha members until I'm off the floor and can't hear it."
"Aye, aye, Cap." Rollins saluted me before disappearing behind his cubicle partition.
Gem POV:
"Did Cap bother you yet today?" Brock asked as we sat in our usual corner inside of the bistro that was right around the corner from the Triskelion, waiting on our order. I got a turkey avocado blt and he got a sweet potato and bacon wrap. We both had coffee, black for him and a fudge frappe for me, since we needed more caffeine to get us thru the day. We did wake up early and do strenuous activities before work, so…
"Cap check up on you yet?" Brock asked, seemingly out of nowhere, before taking a sip from his coffee cup.
"No, not yet. Why?" I responded, my brow arched up in slight confusion, as I picked my cup up from the table.
"We got into it this morning." He admitted as I sipped on my fudge frappe. I gave him a look the silently read 'about what', prompting him to sigh and take another sip of coffee before explaining, "He overheard me tell you I'd see you for lunch when I got off the elevator and told me that you're too good for me; that I shouldn't be calling you my baby girl either." Running a hand thru his perfectly styled hair, he admitted, "I just assumed he did a wellness check on the 100th floor to try and persuade you away from me."
"Just because you and Steve have some office tension doesn't mean he'll try to persuade me away from you. Also, how am I too good for you?"
"Like fuck if I should know, but my name for you pissed him off. Gave me that trademark disappointed face and used his stern 'give you a talking too' voice on me too."
"All because he overheard you call me baby girl and confirm our lunch date?" That didn't make any sense. It didn't make any sense at all that Brock calling me one of his names for me would set Steve off.
"Yea, all cause of that." Brock confirmed, placing his cup back onto the table after taking another sip from it.
I played with my straw, stirring it around in my cup, while telling my boyfriend, "I just don't see Steve as the type to get all worked up over something like that. I mean he knows we're together and I rode out the storm with you."
Brock leaned forward slightly and let out a heavy sigh. "He likes you baby; he's just trying to push me out of the way, but I'm not going to let him do that."
"He doesn't like me like that, Brock." I shook my head, placing my cup down on the table. "If he did then he wouldn't 've taken me to The Boardwalk and stayed platonic all night." I told Brock right as our server, a new girl that must've just started working here cause she wasn't that jealous bitch we usually get stuck with, brought us over our food. We both thanked her as she set our plates down in front of us. She told us to enjoy our meal before going back to the counter. I picked up one of my sandwich triangles, only to tell Brock, "Steve's just trying to be a good friend by looking out for me." Taking a bite out of my sandwich, I finished my thoughts with, "He doesn't mean any harm."
"I call bullshit, but since he's your friend I'll play nice with him on the playground." Brock dryly told me around a mouthful of his sweet potato, bacon, and lettuce wrap.
"Honey, you're his commander so you're already supposed to play nice with him on the playground." I reminded him in between eating my sandwich. A sandwich that was to die for. Oh my god, so good.
"Eh…" Brock made a so-so gesture with his hand before reaching for his coffee cup.
"You're too much, honey." I shook my head, a ghost of a smile on my lips, as Brock sipped on his black coffee.
Setting down his cup and picking up his wrap, he smirked, "Yea, but that's what you like about me, baby."
"Is it? I thought I liked your muscles and cooking skills." I teased, reaching for my own cup.
Brock let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, I know you like my cooking skills. Got you in bed with me for days on end." He waggled his brows mischievously at me before taking a large bite out of his sweet potato and bacon lettuce wrap.
I took another sip from my drink. "You only cooked once." I set my cup down and playfully snarked, "Remember, the power was out and I was stuck at your place."
"Oh, you weren't 'stuck' with me. You choose to stay with me baby girl, cause I got some mad skills all around." Brock told me in a playful manner. He gave me a smolder before breaking out into a grin and lightly chuckling.
"Yep, you've complete ruined me for other men." I retorted, popping my tongue on the 'p' in yep, before taking a bite of my sandwich. "That extended weekend with you did it, for sure."
"We can have more weekend sleepovers, Gem. Just leave a few things at my place in case I need to take us to work on Monday."
"Goddamn, things are escalating quickly." I mused, feeling slightly overwhelmed by how 'serious' my 'casual' relationship was suddenly getting.
Taking a bite out of his lettuce wrap, Brock casually countered, "No, things seem to be rolling just fine."
I didn't say a word, just nodded and focused on my sandwich. I mean if I didn't bring up the shift between us, then I didn't need to acknowledge it. I just needed to roll with it, as Brock so eloquently said.
Cap POV:
I was going to eat lunch with Cameron, Tina, Darcy, Jane, and Thor in the cafeteria, but decided against it when all they wanted to do was gossip about where Gem was during the storm. I told them that gossiping about our friend was rude, but they insisted that it wasn't which prompted me to take my lunch and leave. I decided to just go out into the courtyard to eat in peace. At least outside I wouldn't be surrounded by gossiping tongues. Oh my, I just can't believe that all of SHIELD is gossiping about either Gem or Rumlow. Seriously, don't these people have anything better to do.
As I made my way to the lobby, in order to get to the front courtyard, the message of, "Commander Rumlow, report to training room 1 for drills. Repeat, Commander Rumlow, report to training room 1 for drills." loudly blasted out of the intercom speakers that were all over the building.
I couldn't help, but pray that my name wouldn't be called next to join Rumlow and STRIKE Alpha in training room 1 for drills. Thankfully, as I walked into the lobby, my name wasn't mention at all overheard. I did, however, see Gem standing by the elevator bank. She was sipping on a fancy frozen coffee; waiting for the doors to open so she could get back to work. I decided to escort her back to Pierce's office.
Quickly, I made my way over to her. I reached her right as the elevator doors opened. She stepped right on in, only for me to smile and ask her, "Have a nice lunch?", as I joined her.
"Yea." She smiled. "I went to the corner bistro." She elaborated as I pressed the button for the 100th floor; causing the doors to shut and the elevator to take off.
"With your boyfriend?"
"Mhm." She hummed while sipping on her drink.
Well, at least she avoided lunch with Rumlow. "So, did he bring you to work this morning or…"
"He brought me to work." She confirmed. At least he was nice enough to do that and didn't make her find a cab or an Uber. Bet Rumlow would've kicked her out; made her find her own way. "Actually, he'll be doing that for a few days since my car got flooded."
"Oh no, Gem. I'm sorry to hear that." And I truly was. Vehicle's were expensive; having one get damaged was costly. I hope she's able to cover the cost of a new car. Maybe I should offer to help her look for a nice, low priced vehicle to replace her water damaged one.
I was about to ask her if she'd like my help looking for a car, but before I could say a word she told me, "Me too, but it's okay tho. Brock's letting me take over the lease on his SUV since he wants a JEEP." What, Rumlow's selling her his car? Of course, he saw her and managed to be her 'hero' when it came to her car troubles. Only if Gem knew he's a 'hero' in a roguish wolf's skin. "We'll be doing that Friday night after work so our Saturday's not tied up."
Ignoring her remark about Rumlow selling her his SUV, I asked her with a hopeful smile, "You think you'd like to go to the Smithsonian on Saturday?"
"Oh, Steve, I'd like to, really I would, but I already made plans with the boyfriend." She told me, causing my chest to both tighten and go numb at the same time. Of course, she made plans with that 'casual' man of hers. "But we can always go another time." Gem added in, giving me hope that I'd be able to take her for a nice outing soon.
"Maybe next weekend?" I asked.
"Maybe." Gem nodded, causing her light brown hair to bounce around her shoulders.
Brock POV:
"Oh my god, Messiah Jack-Boot, you got the Growing Pains theme song on your Spotify list?" Darcy asked, her eyes wide behind chunky framed glasses and her mouth agape, as she sat in my backseat. Darcy always carpooled with Gem, so when I went to the 100th floor to pick up my baby after work her sister from another mister was there, sitting in the lobby and waiting for her ride too. She claimed that she was a package deal with Gem so I better get used to her hanging around.
God, my old SEAL buddy Rhett (Yea, his mom named him after Rhett Bulter) would've gotten a kick out of Darcy. Probably would've tried to hit on her too.
"That show was on when you girls were in diapers. How have ya seen it?"
"Disney channel." Gem and Darcy said in unison.
"What?" I asked, a bit confused. Since when does a kids channel show sitcoms?
Gem titled her head at me. "It used to come on Disney in the late '90s when we were in kindergarten and ran up until we were like freshman."
"Listen to your baby girl cause she's speaking the truth, Messiah Of The Jacked-Boot Thugs."
"Great, you two grew up ogling Leonardo Dicaprio." I sarcastically scoffed as the song changed on the radio to Still The One. Yea, my soft rock list was on. So what, I'm old. Old-ish. Old-ish and listen to soft rock.
"He was only in the last season, Brock." Gem told me while in the backseat Darcy nodded her head and let out two words, "Damn straight."
"Any other shows of my youth you two were rerunning growing up?"
"No." Gem denied while Darcy shrugged, "Probably." Leaning forward, Darcy asked, "Ever seen Dr. Quinn? That was big in the early and late '90's."
"Unfortunately, it was on one of the only channels the tv could pick in the common room at the Naval Academy. The female cadets liked up, but it was torture for the males."
Flopping back into her seat, Darcy snarked, "It had a pimp in it and it was a western, so don't act like it was so horrible to watch."
Looking at Gem, I dryly asked, "Remind me why I can't just toss her out of the car and take you back to my place again, baby?"
"She's my best friend, Brock. My sister from another mister, so you have to deal with her." She dryly answered while picking up my phone and hitting the skip button. Hmm, guess she's had enough of that song.
"Hear that, Lewis, Gem says you mean to much to her so I gotta learn to like you." I joked, looking at Darcy thru the rearview mirror, as I got closer to their apartment complex.
"Bitch, please, I'm awesome and you already like me cause I tazed Thor." Darcy huffed, dancing to the opening chords of Africa as it played out of the speakers.
"True, not many people got the balls to do that." I told the woman as Gem just rolled her brown eyes. Looking back at Darcy, I mused, "How's that SHIELD grade tazer rod doing?"
"Oh god, I still can't believe you gave her that thing." Gem groaned, shaking her head incredulously, as she looked out the window; pretending to ignore me.
"It's great. I haven't actually used it on anybody yet, but I've mastered the art of twirling it around like it's Obi-Wan Kenobie's lightsaber." Darcy rambled, swinging her arm in the air as if she was wielding the tazer rod. "I sent Billy some pics of it and he's impressed. Says it's great military grade quality; he even wants to test it out whenever he visits."
Gem turned around in her seat and gave Darcy a puzzled look. "Since when is he visiting?"
"Um, since he put in for some leave. He's in a special unit, so he doesn't go on leave too often, but we want to meet so he'll be here as soon as his CO approves of his request." Darcy rambled, her pitch slightly going higher and higher with every word.
"But what about Ian?" Gem pressed, reminding the brunette in the backseat about her long distance boyfriend. A boyfriend she'd ditch ASAP if she's smart.
"Ian Schmian." Darcy waved off Gem's question. "He's in Norway doing Science! With Erik; all we do is fight over the phone, so I'm taking all of my eggs out of his basket and putting them in Billy's."
"Please tell me you told Ian it's over." Gem practically pleaded.
"Um, not yet cause he hasn't called and I'm sure as hell ain't calling him since I need to keep the line open incase Billy calls or Facetimes me cause the time difference between us and the Middle East is 9-and-a-half hourse."
"Oh, so you're taking Billy's calls at work then?" I asked the crazy tazer toting brunette that I was stuck chauffeuring.
Darcy lifted her chin and folded her arms over her chest. "I plead the fifth."
"That's a yes." Gem smirked.
"You really like Billy? If so, send him a care package and he'll wrapped around your finger."
"That what happened to whoever sent you a care package, Messiah Jacked-Boot?"
"Oh, yea. My Pops is stuck with me visiting him whenever I can get my PTO approved cause of tcountless care packages he sent." I dryly told Darcy as I turned into the apartment complex's lot, which was still a bit flooded. It wasn't too bad, but enough to send water spraying everywhere in waves as I drove.
"I'm his first real girlfriend since he was in the Naval academy." Gem informed her friend, causing my eyes to bug out of my head. Jesus…she just had to say that…
Darcy's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. "Dude? Really? You've been out of the game that long and looking like you do too."
"Don't give me shit or I won't tell you what Special Ops likes in their care packages." I narrowed my eyes at Darcy thru the mirror before parking next to Gem's car, which had a water mark halfway up the door. Shit, the city must've pumped the water to get it low enough for the elections to work on the powerlines.
"Damn…since I need your insight on what jack-booted thugs like I have to be nice." Darcy pouted, slinging her bag over her shoulder and exiting the car.
"You're coming inside?" Gem asked, her chocolate browns eyes showing a sense of surprise in them, as I opened up my car door while she opened hers.
"I thought I'd stay for dinner. Fuck, I'll even spring for takeout." I told my girlfriend as we got out of my Suburban.
"Darcy, Brock's staying for dinner and he's buying takeout." Gem informed Darcy as we slammed our doors shut, making a loud cluck sound to echo in the air.
"Good, cause we don't have anymore food and I don't know if we have power yet!" Darcy called out, running thru the not quite calf high water that was in the parking lot and over to the apartment building. Hmm, the water explains why she was wearing a casual dress today instead of her usual jeans and screen tee.
"God, I hope the power's on." Gem grumbled as we rounded my SUV and made our way towards the sidewalk of her building.
"If not, you can always stay with me til it comes back on." I offered, earning me a nod and a smile in return.
AN:
And there we have it, folks, the end of the storm and Monday. Cap still doesn't know about Brock and Gem since he's anti-office gossip. Poor thing's going to stay clueless for a while too. Oh boy… Brock and Gem are definitely more than 'casual' now, but they're just not vocalizing it. Eventually they'll face the music, but after some angst tho… Darcy's ghosting Ian for Billy, but will Ian move on or show up when least expected?
