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It took me forever to finish this, I'm so sorry! So many things got in the way, but finally... A new chapter.

THIS IS NOT BETA READ! I actually just finished it, and I have no idea of what you might find there... But -please -let me know if it's too terrible to read, seriously. If the mistakes are too extreme I want to know.

So... Who's the new guy? Let's see?

Chapter 2

"Darcy?"

His voice sounded so uncertain that it was killing her. Darcy felt –for absolutely no reason –like she had just kicked a puppy and a kitten at the same time. So she took a deep breath and plastered the sunniest smile she had on her face before turning to him. "Morning! Do you want bacon and eggs?"

Steve hesitated for a second, before nodding almost timidly. "Then set the table." Darcy smile was extra cheery and a bit strained.

He opened his mouth like he planned on saying something to her, but changed his mind and started arranging the table.

God, this was a disaster.

Steve had this "aw shucks" thing going on for him and he was the most adorable person ever. Except when he was fucking her against the wall last night, because that was very far from adorable.

Steve had come to Darcy asking for help, because Thor kept saying how much she had helped him with things about Earth when he had first arrived. Apparently S.H.I.E.L.D.'s idea of updating him covered missions and some edited History lessons.

He was like this enormous puppy and Darcy wanted to cuddle him and protect him from the big bad world –never mind that he was Captain America. Instead of doing all of that, she bought him a coffee and showed him the internet.

She was a bro.

Except when he was fucking her against the wall.

She really needed to let that one go. It wasn't going to be easy. Every girl wants to have the experience and with her figure Darcy had all but given up. –praise Science! for super soldiers.

Darcy's main concern right now was how Steve was taking this. She knew for a fact that all of Tony's teasing meant nothing: Steve wasn't a virgin. But he still had his 40's sensibilities to deal with. She wondered if he would want to marry her or something silly like that.

It wasn't like he would want to date her. Not that she wanted to date him. This was stupid. Really.

And yeah, maybe she had this teeny tiny crush on him, but he was Captain America, so who didn't have a crush on him nowadays? And worst of all: he was Steve Rogers, a sweetheart with the body of a Greek god. Of course she had a crush on him, it didn't mean that she wanted do date him.

Because it was just a crush. Seriously.

And yes, she would keep saying that until she believed it herself.

She finished the food –more than enough to feed a super soldier –and sat on the table with him. They started eating in the most suffocating silence in the history of silences. She kept coming up with things to say, just to discard them.

She had a feeling that if they discussed last night Steve would get out of her apartment and never talk to her again.

It wasn't exactly the sex –even though there was this as well –it was mostly because Steve had a kink that she had used to her advantage the night before.

Apparently the good Captain loved receiving orders –and he was excellent at following them.

Darcy couldn't say that she hadn't found that hot. She had become used to guys that liked to be in control in the bedroom, calling all the shots all the time; she never imagined that being the one calling the shots could be this hot.

Not that they had played Fifty Shades last night –she wasn't that kinky and she didn't think Steve was –but when they crossed the threshold of her apartment and she said "Undress, soldier" she saw his eyes darkening and then… Oh boy.

The thing was… She had a feeling that he was embarrassed about it now. He wasn't looking at her –at all –and he was exuding discomfort. Funny enough, she was very uncomfortable too.

She had never imagined she could be that bossy! Sure, he fucked her against the wall, but that was because she demanded it, and that hadn't been her only demand.

"Steve…" She sighed, because someone had to start this conversation and it might as well be her. She would love to pretend that last night never happened, so they could go on being friends, but she knew it wouldn't be like that. "Do you want to talk about last night?"

Steve put his fork down. "Not really." He admitted, looking at his plate. "But I know we need to."

He finally looked at her and they spent a whole minute looking at each other, waiting for the other to speak first.

"We're still friends, right?" Darcy finally asked, because this was her priority, this is what she needed to know.

"Of course, Darcy." Steve assured her. "I don't want to lose your friendship."

She released her breath, relieved to hear that. "You…" She cleared her throat. "You do know that there's nothing wrong with what happened last night, right?"

Steve was silent and Darcy worried that it was the wrong thing to say. It was the fault of that Asgardian Ale that Thor had and it was capable of making even Steve tipsy.

No, that wasn't fair. It wasn't anybody's fault. Saying it like that make it sound like they did something very wrong or that someone had abused someone else and nothing could be farther from the truth.

Yes, she was tipsy and so was Steve, but she was sober enough for consent and so was him.

Steve took a deep breath. "Darcy, I…" He closed his eyes and pressed the bridge of his nose. "It isn't that I…" He stopped one more time. "I just feel like…"

"Steve." Darcy spoke firmly. "Speak." She all but commanded.

Steve's gaze snapped to Darcy and her heart missed a beat. Holy fuck, why was she so bossy?

"I felt like I lied to you." Steve muttered.

"Why?" Darcy asked confused.

"Because I didn't need lessons on modern History or on how to use a cellphone, Darcy." He sighed. "I already knew all of that."

Darcy couldn't be more shocked if he said he liked collecting Barbie dolls. "Then why did you…"

"Because I didn't have the guts to ask you out." He finally admitted.

"You… What?" She almost yelled.

"I'd seen you around and I thought you…" He made a sound that was something between a groan and an awkward laugh. "I thought you looked beautiful and I wanted to get to know you. I was going to ask you out that day, but when you looked at me, I… Couldn't."

Oh Lord, she fell into the Twilight Zone! There was no other explanation! Steve had a crush on her! Or he used to, at least.

The guy that jumped out of airplanes for a living, that charged into danger without thinking twice, the guy that put on a uniform and became Captain fucking America, couldn't ask her out.

Was she that scary?

Oh my God, no wonder he was so worried about last night. He was intimidated by her and she went around and bossed him into bed. Oh no.

"Oh no."

"Darcy…"

"I can't…"

"I am so sorry, Darcy." Steve spoke quickly. "I really thought I could be friends with you without doing anything stupid, but…"

"Wait a second." Darcy pointed a finger at him. "What? You… Wait a second. What exactly are you telling me right now?"

Steve looked a bit lost, like he wasn't sure what he had said that needed clarification.

"Are you telling me that you put yourself on the friendzone?" Darcy demanded.

"I'm not entirely sure of what that means." Steve spoke softly.

"You liked me, but instead of saying anything you just became friends with me." She clarified. "And never tried anything else."

Steve looked very embarrassed now. "Yes." He finally admitted.

"Why?" Darcy asked completely confused.

"Because you didn't see me that way."

"How would you know?" She challenged.

Steve opened his mouth before closing it again. "I just… Didn't get that feeling from you."

"Oh great, so we're going with that now, hm?" Darcy rolled her eyes. "You didn't get the feeling from…" She stopped herself from finishing the sentence. She let her forehead drop to the table with a loud thump.

"Darcy?" Steve called worried. "I'm sorry if I…"

"Shut up." She said, but it was without any heat.

"Darcy?" He called once again.

"I can't believe you!" She exploded, sitting right again. "I've been feeling bad all this time because I had this stupid crush on…"

"Wait! You have a crush on me?" He asked, his voice sounding a bit hopeful.

"I'm pretty sure I said 'had'." Darcy replied quickly, feeling her cheeks heating up.

"Had?" Steve prodded gently.

"I…" Shit. What was she supposed to say? "I might still have…" She admitted very low.

Steve perked at that. "So if I want to step out of that… What did you call it again?"

Darcy really blushed now. "Friendzone." She said.

"If I want to step out of that friendzone… Would it be okay?"

"I'm pretty sure we trampled all over that friendzone last night." Darcy informed, even though she was really red.

Now Steve looked embarrassed. "We did."

Shit, she had to ask now. "Was it… Was it okay? Wasn't I too… I don't know… Bossy, weird?"

Now Steve was as red as she was. "Not, it was…" He cleared his throat. "It was great, actually." He cleared his throat again. "Really great."

Darcy finally looked at him –really looked at him. Oh, man. Was that super soldier blushing or what?

Last night had been great. It had been mind-blowing, in many aspects. She was worried that she had enjoyed it a bit more than he did, or that he wouldn't feel as comfortable about it once he was sober enough. But apparently…

"Look at me, soldier." She said in a soft way, but the tone of her voice was a command. A very clear one.

Steve's eyes zeroed on her face in the next second. He wasn't red anymore and his pupils… Oh yes.

"Ma'am."

Fuck. Should this sound as hot as it did.

"Get up." She ordered, eyes fixed on him. "Take off your shirt."

Steve complied immediately and Darcy had to make a conscious effort not to fan herself. Fuck, he was built.

And delicious.

She should consider very seriously the idea of buying some chocolate sauce to pour on him.

Ok, now she kind of needed to focus on this.

She pushed her chair away from the table. "Come here." She called and he came, eyes fixed on her, color creeping back to his cheeks. "Kneel."

Steve sucked in a breath, but he was quick to obey the new order.

Last night, even though she was a bit drunk, Darcy had been too self-conscious to order him to eat her out.

To be quite honest she was still a bit worried that this might be too much, like this could be that one step too far that would send Steve running.

Then she looked into his eyes. Truly looked. His pupils were blown and he was looking at her like she was the answer to all of his prayers.

Oh man… Talk about a rush.

"I'm pretty sure you know what do to now, soldier." She arched a brow.

He licked his lips. Actually, honest to God, licked his fucking lips.

"Yes, ma'am." He spoke softly, before dropping g a kiss to her knee, before letting his hands run over her legs reverently. She could feel the light scrape of his nails against the skin of her thighs, before his hands disappeared under her oversized shirt and found her panties.

He pulled them and Darcy lifted her hips to help a bit. His eyes never left hers, not even he took the piece of cloth and put in the back pocket of his jeans.

Well, fuck. And here she was, thinking that this couldn't get any hotter.

Darcy scooted closer to the edge of the chair, then Steve parted her legs and pulled them over his shoulders. (She was never ever again making another joke about Doritos) and then -eyes still locked on hers – he dipped his heads.

"Oh my…" Darcy threw her head back and moaned, hands firmly grasping the sides of her chair, when Steve licked one long strip along her slit.

He licked her clit gently once, twice, three times before closing his lips around it and sucking it. Darcy felt one finger sliding inside her and bit her lips hard to hold in a moan.

She did have to think about the neighbors after all.

Soon Steve had two fingers pumping in and out of her, while his lips gave no respite to her clit. Darcy was left blabbering words of praise and encouragement.

Her orgasm left her gasping for air, but Steve just carried her through it and kept his mouth and fingers on her. Darcy dared a look in his direction, just to see if he was still looking at her.

And honestly? Steve's head between her legs while he ate her out? Best. View. Ever.

"Another one, soldier." She said and he doubled his efforts. She grasped his hair and trashed against him.

The second orgasm tore through her and left black spots in her vision.

"Well… Damn." She said between gasps of air.

"I'm happy to serve, ma'am." Steve sounded just a little too smug. Darcy guessed he deserved it.

"I feel very well served." Darcy sighed, then her eyes fell to the man still between her thighs. "But you know what? I bet that wall could use the work out." She indicated the wall behind him with her head.

Steve smirked. "I'm here to serve."

Notes: Darcy and Steve :9

This is a favorite ship of mine. And I really like the idea of a kinky Steve that likes to be bossed around (way more than a like a dominant Steve)

Let me know how you feel!

Next chapter...
"Are you..." She cleared her throat. "Are you going to fuck me against the fridge?"

A devilish smile. "Yes, I am."