You Never Know When It's Gonna Hit

Darcy looked at Jon as he walked out of his bedroom about 5 minutes after an unnamed woman had. She hadn't been as friendly as Rachel. This one left without a word and Darcy was happy about it.

"She's new," Darcy commented, putting her bowl in the sink.

"We went to the bar last night."

"Why's that? Boys' Night doesn't usually go out."

Scratching blindly at his chest, Jon shrugged and yawned, "It was supposed to be here but fuck it."

"I could have found something to do," Darcy muttered when it dawned on her that he had taken them out because she was living on his couch.

He said nothing and just walked into the brother with the door shutting hard behind him. Darcy took it as confirmation that it was because of her.

She sat down on the couch and looked at the bag on the table. Her cousin Kyle was turning 16 and Darcy had spent nearly a month figuring out what to get him. It was a special day and she was shattered she couldn't be there but her relationship with her uncle and aunt made that unnecessarily difficult.

A few called-in-favours later, Darcy was in possession of a Philadelphia Eagles' jersey signed by all current players of the team and 2 season tickets. Primarily decided upon because of Kyle's love for the team but also because her uncle despised the sport and Darcy loved nothing more than pissing him off. It didn't matter that it had cost her an arm and a leg. Kyle was turning 16. He, she thought, deserved to be spoilt like she never was.

Darcy was wrapping the present carefully – her tongue sticking out as she focused – when Jon walked out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck it." The swear left her mouth as the scissors cut into her finger. Maybe she had been distracted. Maybe.

"What?"

"Cut my finger," Darcy groaned, lifting it up to her mouth.

Instead of walking to his bedroom, Jon walked towards Darcy. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and lifted it over her head so that he could inspect her finger. A laugh escaped his mouth.

"I'm pretty sure you're not at risk of blood loss," he commented, dropping her hand. Darcy looked at it closely and frowned. It didn't look serious by any means.

"It stings."

"You shouldn't have cut yourself. That was a dumb thing to do."

Darcy turned around, ready to glare at him and possibly through a cushion in his direction but she stopped and tugged her lip ring into her mouth. He was still in his towel. Making his way into the kitchen.

"Can you put some clothes on?" She asked quietly as she looked back to the present and returned to sucking on her finger.

"Why?"

She sighed but made sure to add some malice to her voice, "You're making me uncomfortable."

Darcy mistakenly took his silence to mean that he was going to get dressed. She jumped when he appeared in her peripheral vision and sat down on the couch next to her. One arm dropped over the back of the couch and the other into his lap – the only thing keeping the towel in place as he spread his legs and made himself comfortable. He felt her freeze – her eyes straight forward, her finger between her teeth. Not even her chest was moving.

"What time do you need to be at Paige's?" Jon asked, turning his head to look at her. Her finger was pulled hurriedly away and she leant forward to busy herself with wrapping Kyle's present.

"Um, uh, I, you know, said, uh, 3," Darcy stammered. "Please get dressed."

Jon smirked at her but stood up. He would continue causing her distress later.

Darcy grinned, sitting down on Matt's lap when she saw him talking with Colby and Leighla. They were midway through a conversation about when they turned 20 - it had been 8 years for Matter, 6 for Colby and 5 for Leighla. Darcy laughed lightly as she kicked her feet up so they were resting on Leighla's legs.

"2 years ago," she said when the others had stopped speaking, "and I went out with the girls from Cheer. By 'went out' I mean we went to Chuck E Cheese because I couldn't drink."

"Jimmy said-"

"Nothing Jimmy Jacobs says about me can be believed. Nothing any of those guys says about me should be believed."

"So you don't have a tattoo of The Joker on her left butt cheek?"

"You've all seen my left butt cheek, what the fuck do you think?" Darcy retorted, pulling a 'are you serious?' face at him. "Also, I will personally kill Jay Briscoe."

Colby laughed, "How'd you know it was him?"

"From the moment we met he's been trying to convince me to get one," Darcy explained, her hand touching the tattoo on her thigh. "But for now this one's pretty good."

"For a first tattoo, yeah that's pretty good," Matt agreed, wrapping his arms around Darcy and lifting her into the air as he stood up.

Darcy huffed at him – he had a bad habit of lifting her up when she was least expecting it – and put her middle finger up at his back when he didn't say where he was headed off to. She rolled her eyes when Colby whispered something in Leighla's ear and quickly followed Matt's lead.

She wandered out the back door and down Saraya's backyard. It sloped off a little, with a path leading to an area that was closed off by large bushes. She followed the path, trying her hardest to stay on it and not spill her beer, and laughed breathlessly when she saw Jon sitting on the ground in the middle of the area.

"Man," he smiled up at her, "I can't have a spot without you finding it, can I?"

"You got any smokes?" Darcy asked as she sat on the ground Indian-style. Jon reached into his pocket, pulled out the packet and threw them into her lap.

"Do you prefer gin and tonic or Corona?" Jon nodded at the beer bottle she had set on the ground.

"G and T," Darcy answered, a cigarette hanging from her teeth as she lifted the lighter. "But she didn't have any G or any T."

"What a whore."

"I know!" she exclaimed, dramatically falling backwards onto the grass.

They were silent for a few minutes, Darcy staring up at stars in the sky and Jon staring off into nothingness. It was nearing midnight but it was still warm enough to sit outside without a jacket.

Jon broke the silence with a random question, "Twizzlers or Red Vines?"

"What?" Darcy sat up.

"Twizzlers or Red Vines," he repeated, offering no explanation. He didn't have one.

"Red Vines," Darcy said, putting the beer to her lips and tipping it upwards.

"Correct," he said firmly, Darcy rolled her eyes.

"The Who or The Ramones?" she followed with her own question when he didn't continue speaking.

"The Who."

"Wrong!" Darcy shouted at him, "You are so wrong! The Who? Fuck!"

He rolled his eyes at her and she shook her head in disappointment. Her seriousness was destroyed as she burst out laughing.

"Cheerleading or wrestling?"

"No," Darcy protested, leaning forward as she laughed. "That's not fair! Snatch or Fight Club?"

"Brad Pitt or Brad Pitt?"

"Irish or imaginary, your choice." She shrugged at him, cocking her head to the side and waiting for him to answer.

"Fight Club. Taker or Michaels?" The question came from his mouth slowly and he expected her to respond in kind. He was mistaken.

"HBK. Always. CZW or Heartland?" Darcy took a final drag from her cigarette before pushing it into the ground.

"CZW. ROH or NXT?"

"NXT, too easy." She smirked as she asked her next question, "Darcy or Audrey Marie?"

"Darcy." A small smile pulled at his lips when he noticed her smirk be replaced with a genuine smile. Ambrose or Rollins?"

"Rollins," Darcy answered with a serious face, only to have it falter when Jon reached over to her, grabbing her by the sides and tickling her. "Stop it!" She pleaded, trying to kick her legs so he would move away.

"Rollins? Really?" He asked her, never relenting on his assault. "You sure about that?"

"Fine! Fine! Ambrose!" She shouted, trying to pry his hands away. Jon sat back and Darcy breathed heavily, feeling the effect on her lungs. "No, but seriously, Rollins." She said with a cheeky grin. "I can't think of any more questions."

Jon bobbed his head slowly – the music inside was only getting louder – and they again sat in silence as he tried to think of a question. Darcy stretched out her leg and kicked his knee playfully. It prompted Jon to ask something.

"Where's your spot?"

"My spot?" Darcy furrowed her brow, wondering what he could possibly mean.

"Yeah, your spot. That place that drives you insane... One kiss is all it takes."

Darcy eyed him curiously and licked her lips deliberately. She leaned back a little. "Here," she pointed to the spot just above her shorts, the area in between the v shaped muscles on her lower stomach. "Where's yours?"

"Collarbone." He tapped his collarbone. Darcy's eyes widened.

"You're a collarbone guy?"

He nodded and Darcy nodded back before reclining back to stare up at the stars.

It was an innocent conversation, right? Just two friends talking. Friends talked about things like that. God knows Darcy knew more about Ashley and Trent's sex life and urges than she ever wanted to. So, what if Jon knew where her spot was?

She wanted to believe it was innocent conversation. His intentions weren't overt but he hadn't been subtle in his attraction to her.

"Can I do something really quick?" Darcy asked, sitting up suddenly and shifting onto her knees.

"I guess?"

She shuffled towards him, staying on her knees and ordered him to stay still. They were only inches apart when she lifted her hand to the collar of his shirt. Her lip ring was tugged into her mouth as she moved her other hand, both meeting at the highest done up button.

"Darcy," he warned as she popped it open. Darcy pressed a finger to his mouth to make sure that nothing else was said.

Unbuttoning a few more buttons, Darcy pulled apart his shirt to expose more skin. It was obvious that he was trying to control his breathing but he wasn't having much success – she could hear him breathing more heavily in her ear.

Slowly Darcy leant down, her lips connecting with his collarbone. Two light kisses were dropped onto it before she decided to suck on the skin. Jon's hands moved from the ground beside him and came to rest on Darcy's waist. It prompted her to apply more pressure.

"You need to stop. Right now, Darcy."

Darcy ignored what he was saying and situated herself in his lap, her legs on either side of his waist. Jon was frozen, his hands still on her waist, as Darcy continued to kiss and suck at his collarbone. It was definitely his 'spot'. She could feel an erection forming in his pants. It shocked her from his lap.

"Jon..." she trailed off when he stood up and started to walk away. "Jon, I'm sorry!"