A/N: It's a miracle! I wrote smut! Seriously though, this is like the dirtiest thing I've ever written and I'm actually a little nervous about posting it. I've never been confident about the smut I've written. I hope you guys enjoy it though.

Special thanks to thebutterscotchslut for poking me and giving me encouragement! 3 I may never have finished this without the help.

Warning: This chapter is pretty much just smut. You've been warned.

At Brock's sudden change of attitude, Darcy sat up and quirked her head. She was excited but also a little wary that he was still messing with her. Fool me once and all that. A girl could only lose so much of her pride before she had to say no to sex with the very attractive muscled man. Though with how long of a dry spell she's had, she's a little concerned with how low the bar is now set.

"You know, if you cracked my phone screen, you're totally paying for a new one," Darcy said but it only made Brock raise an eyebrow. SHIELD never did return her iPod so a new screen was probably a stretch. Quite rapidly though, her phone and pride were forgotten. In three strides, Brock pulled off his shirt and settled between Darcy's thighs. A small squeak of surprise escaped from her mouth as her view filled with muscle. Abs and biceps and pecs galore. Darcy wondered if she should pinch herself to make sure this wasn't a dream. Instead, a hand to her shoulder pushed her back down on the bed.

"Don't tell me you're having second thoughts already," Brock practically purred and a shiver ran down Darcy's spine. She bit her bottom lip and looked at the heat in his eyes.

"Not second thoughts. But I have the feeling I should choose a safe word," Darcy said, shaking her knees in and out just a little to feel the material of his cargo pants on her skin. The slight smirk that he gave her said that it was probably a good investment but potentially not to be listened to. What the hell did her big mouth get her into? Whatever it was, she figured that Brock was, at this point, quite certain that he liked her big mouth either way and wanted to use it for other things. Raising up just slightly, she reached out and tugged on his belt buckle, using it to help her sit up. "How about akvavit?"

"I honestly don't think you're gonna to be able to pronounce that 'bout half way though," Brock said with an affectionate smile. The smile was gone when Darcy let a finger slide down the bulge in his pants. A short grunt escaped before he found his composure again.

"And I still think this whole 'hard yes' thing is just all big talk from you. Not that I am against clear consent," Darcy said with a coy smile, continuing to stroke along his zipper. With her other hand, she undid his belt buckle.

"I'll probably go easy on you tonight," Brock promised, volume lowering to a dangerous murmur. "Maybe if you're a good girl, we can get to the real fun stuff another night."

"So, what? This is an audition?" Darcy scoffed and rolled her eyes. Before she could come up with another snarky comeback, Brock's tongue was in her mouth and his hands were skimming under her shirt. At the first touch, her skin burned underneath his rough hands, earning a whimper from her. Brock pushed Darcy back onto the bed, guiding her legs around his waist so he could push her further up the mattress with his hips until he was comfortably settled. It also let him grind up against Darcy's very wet panties. Darcy gripped his hair with one hand and held onto his back with the other, rolling her hips to encourage him but letting out a huff when he refused to entertain her. She could feel the muscles tensing and moving in his back, like warm thick ropes under skin. Roughly pulling him back by his hair to separate them from his searing kiss, Darcy took the opportunity to nip at his neck. It earned her a soft hum from Brock. Not satisfied with the tame reaction, she bit harder and ran her fingernails down his back.

Brock's breath hitched and he gripped her ass with one hand, squeezing until his fingers dug into the soft flesh and pushed their bodies closer at the meeting point. She enjoyed the feel of his hard bulge against her panties and the rough fabric of his cargo pants rubbing along her thighs. Normally, Darcy wouldn't have liked the coarse material (she was never big on cargo pants) but right now it was causing such sweet pressure and friction that she arched up towards him with a breathy moan. The first sparks of satisfaction ran up her spine.

One of Brock's hands was still holding onto Darcy's side, touching her skin and she found it wasn't enough. Letting go of him, Darcy wiggled out of her shirt and tossed it aside without another care. Her bra followed. A long exhale slipped from Brock's nose when he looked down on her bare skin. His hips began to falter as his eyes took in her breasts. When he gained back some of his control, he gave her ass a hard slap, loud enough to echo through the quiet room. Shocks of bliss ran through Darcy, surprising her as a moan fell from her throat.

"Naughty girl, I wanted to take that off for you," Brock growled, leaning down and ghosting the outline of her ear with his tongue. He rubbed lightly on her stinging skin and she ran her hands up and down his chest and stomach.

"You were taking too long," Darcy protested weakly, shivering. His hands moved to run up her sides, thumbs brushing up towards her nipples but not quite touching her like she wanted. When she was about to protest, he captured her lips with his mouth and teased her gently with his tongue. Sighs of bliss that bordered on whimpers spilled from Darcy. She was so wonderfully distracted that she didn't realize he'd grabbed both her wrists and pinned them against the mattress in one hand over her head.

"Justice takes patience," grinned Brock, leaning up to admire the picture she made but not loosening his grip on her wrists.

"Why do I feel like that's not a cop reference?" Darcy asked to no one in particular. In reply, Brock gave her ass another harsh slap, pulling another gasp of pleasure from her. She continued breathlessly. "Just keep touching me all over and honestly, I'm not gonna care about the lack of continuity roleplay wise."

That earned her a raised eyebrow from Brock, who let go of her wrists and stood back so that their bodies no longer touched. For one terrible moment, Darcy was worried she had said the wrong thing. So, she babbled.

"Y'know, 'cause cops don't spank. I mean, roleplay wise, I feel like you'd be better off with a paddle or baton in this situation but we don't have either. I'm bad at this, aren't I?" frowned Darcy but Brock ended her concern when he slipped her panties down her thighs and off her legs. Without a word or any indication he was considering her unfounded insecurities, Brock tugged her legs so that she was sitting back at the edge of the bed. Keeping eye contact, he kneeled between her legs and licked up her opening. Her breath hitched and goosebumps erupted along her skin. Lacing her fingers through his hair, Darcy arched her back when Brock opened her folds with his fingers so he could dip his tongue deeper. Darcy hung her legs on his shoulders and lay down, simply relishing the touch she'd been craving for so long.

Rather quickly, Brock had Darcy writhing underneath his ministrations. Lifting her arms over her head, she closed her eyes focused on the feel of Brock's heated breath, moving tongue and occasional finger. She dug her heels in just below his shoulder blades, attempting to bring his face in closer. Each flick of his tongue against her clit made Darcy's toes curl and her hips roll. Waves of pleasure built up and she rubbed her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Little, happy sighs left her mouth. Brock easily worked her up until she was a taut ball of wonderful frustration, desperately searching for a release that had been evading her for what felt like forever now. Seriously, Brock's tongue was putting her bullet to shame because that thing could not hum happily into her folds like he was doing now. Needy, loud gasps spilled from her throat until one last lap from Brock and she came with a relieved cry.

Darcy had never come that hard before from someone going down on her. While she did not question Brock's skills, she also had the feeling that her enthusiastic and quick reaction was due to it having been a while. Still, it was nice to get that out of the way. Darcy lay with a lazy smile, arms out in a T. In her haze, she vaguely noticed that Brock was still lapping slowly at her folds. She had to admire his work ethic. But it was also polite to reward it.

With her foot, she tugged under his arm to try and get him to move up to her level. All she got for her efforts was a raised eyebrow and what she was assumed was a hidden smirk since he didn't stop his lapping. So, Darcy propped herself on her elbows and pouted at him. He still didn't move. Rolling her eyes, Darcy sat up and tugged him up with her hands. This time he crawled up until his legs encased her hips and holding himself up by his hands on either side of her head. His body was poised over her like a lion ready for attack. Despite the shiver of anticipation running down her spine and the promising fire in his eyes held, Darcy noticed his new lack of pants and boots.

"Aren't you efficient?" Darcy purred, rubbing a heel along his naked calf. "Even took off your socks. Which is good. I can't have sex with a man only wearing socks."

"It's why SHIELD pays me the big bucks," Brock said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. There's teasing in his voice but also something darker that makes Darcy want to just lay back and let him have his way with her for the rest of the night. Tempting but Darcy reminds herself to be proactive. She would hate to not give as good as she gets.

Once Brock distracts himself with kissing her neck, Darcy reached a hand down to slip into his boxer briefs. Although he doesn't let out a sound, his chest jumps when her fingers slip around his cock and he nips at her skin. She's impressed and she hasn't actually seen his size, but his cock is weighty and thick in her hand. When she gives it an experimental squeeze, Brock lets out a pleased growl into her neck. His muscles bulged as he slowly rocked in and out of her hold. Determined to get him out of sorts, Darcy runs her thumb over the tip and gives an expert twist. It doesn't get much of a reaction from him and that just won't do. Darcy lets go to earn a disgruntled protest but his face doesn't move away from her neck. Brock realized that Darcy wasn't going to put her hands where he wanted them and sat back up. Before he can gain the upper hand again, she pushed him back.

Darcy positioned Brock against the headboard and with his amused help, slipped his boxer briefs off him. Now with a full view of his body, she can't help her gape because damn, whatever his regiment, it's worked. The smirk on his face said he knows what she's thinking and she decides that she would like nothing better than to wipe it off his face. Keeping eye contact, Darcy raised her own eyebrow and bent down to lick the tip of his cock. His smirk falters but only slightly. With renewed determination, Darcy swallowed as much as she can take of him and gives him a hard suck. Her tongue wiggles its way along his underside while her hand pumps what she can't swallow. A sigh falls from his mouth and Darcy becomes very proud of herself.

As Darcy worked Brock with her mouth and hand, Brock's fingers tangle in her hair. Darcy was pretty sure that she'd get a C+ in blow jobs if it were ever a class. Maybe a solid B if she were so determined and the final exam was easy. But the way that Brock lets out soft grunts and rocks his hips with the rhythm of her sucks made her feel like she'd get a 4.0 average in all the sex classes. For some reason, it felt comfortable with Brock. With past boyfriends, blowjobs just felt like a chore but with Brock, it's kind of fun. She started to get really into it when he pulled her off him with a breathless plea to stop. Sitting back on her feet, Darcy bit her bottom lip and took in the rather enjoyable view of Brock Rumlow looking disheveled and dare she say, out of his depth? Channeling her inner porn vixen, Darcy nestled Brock's cock between her breasts then looks at him with a smirk.

"Fuck, marry me," Brock swears low under his breath after a few thrusts. Darcy almost didn't hear him but she freezes once she comprehended his words.

It took all her strength to not just bolt up. "Say what now?"

While Darcy was familiar with ridiculous declarations during sex, Brock's sounded so heartfelt that she's not sure what to make of it. Luckily, she doesn't have to come up with a 'it's not me, it's you because what?' excuse. Whether or not he realized his faux pas, Brock sat up and pulled Darcy into a rough kiss. Mostly tongue and sloppy noises but soon Darcy just wanted more. Normally, she doesn't like the taste of herself but she likes it combined with the taste of him. Or maybe she's that starved. Darcy slid her arms around Brock's neck and he lifts her up into his lap so she straddles him.

Their kiss continued with Brock's hands moving to rub Darcy's nipples and test the weight of her breasts. His hips started to roll and she could feel the head of his cock nudge in between her folds. In a moment of clarity, she broke away from his mouth.

"Should we...condom? I don't have...any," Darcy managed to get out.

"No but I checked your medical files and I know you're clean," Brock mumbled before licking below her ear in a very distracting way. "Also, you're on the pill, right?"

"That's a gross misuse of authority," Darcy scolded, only meaning it marginally. She had kinda done the same to him, even if it was to even out the playing field.

"I'm clean. SHIELD does checks every six months, more if you're injured on the field," Brock stated in between kissing and licking her neck, still playing with her breasts. Damn it, she needed to concentrate. "You read my file, remember."

"Yeah, you do get injured a lot," Darcy frowned, "but I didn't focus on the STD part. Don't I get to see it? If you see mine, only fair."

"Do you want me to whip it out?" Brock asked with a chuckle, pushing his cock along her opening and the circuits in her brain practically fried.

"Whatever, I make bad decisions all the time. What's one more?" Darcy said, voice verging on hysterical as a shiver runs down her spine and she sets her hands against his pecs to steady herself. She's not sure if it's his cock or his lack of responsibility that made her feel that way. Brock strikes her simultaneously as the guy who never goes into battle without armor but also a big bitch that complains about said armor weighing him down. She'd be properly offended and annoyed if his muscles weren't dancing under her hands.

"There's a good girl," Brock said softly, capturing her lips in a biting kiss and rolling her nipples in circles under his thumbs. His cock slowly slid into her tight sheath and she moaned at the burn. As much as she wanted to just let gravity do the rest, Darcy lifted her hips so he slipped back out. Brock growled at the loss.

"You should not be rewarding me for this," Darcy reprimanded, slapping his shoulder. She fixed him with an unimpressed glare that she refused to drop even if he began to massage her breasts and send pleasure straight to her core. "Aren't you supposed to be the responsible one? What with you being a SHIELD team leader and all that?"

Brock buried his head in the crook of Darcy's neck. His hands moved from her breasts to her sides, ghosting up and down her skin. Out of instinct, Darcy placed a hand on the back of his head and played with his hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her chest flush against his, like he was hugging a teddy bear.

"What if I don't want to be responsible with you?" Brock asked softly, voice slightly muffled but devoid of any edge he'd had up to this point. It caught Darcy off guard. He sounded almost…vulnerable. But that was probably just her brain short circuiting. Or him playing her like a fiddle.

"We still should be," Darcy replied just as softly. Her heart began to thud in her chest and it wasn't because of the good lovin' this time. This was starting to feel intimate in a way that she had not signed up for. Brock lifted his head off her shoulder and she saw confusion in his eyes. Once he shook his head briefly, it was quickly replaced by the determination she had come to associate with him. His lips thinned and he detangled himself from her so he could reach out to the nightstand. It was a cheap white one with Scandinavian angles that was also in her previous room. Brock opened the drawer and pulled out a roll of condoms.

"Oh, I see how it is," Darcy scoffed, sitting on her knees and crossing her arms over her breasts to hide his view. She was 100% certain that the nightstand in her previous room did not have condoms stashed there. She'd also not packed any in her suitcase so there was no way this had been a kind, turn down and unpack/fold your clothes hospitality situation.

She let her irritation shine through in her tone. "You've been planning this, then?"

"Well, us SHIELD team leaders like to be prepared," Brock said with a wink and smirk, voice rumbling like normal now. He opened one of the foils and rolled the condom on.

"You give that 'I think I love you, oh baby let's see where passion takes us' spiel to all your ladies and see which one is naive enough to bare back? I'm not looking for some love making or whatever love dovey act you think you need to put on. I just want to get laid. Somewhat responsibly," Darcy said and watched Brock's entire body tighten. She could see the chords standing out in his neck and his eyes narrowing on her. Despite his anger, she wasn't afraid of him. There was an air about his clenched jaw and annoyed glint that told her he was more pissed with himself losing some kind of control. Brock slid off the bed. When Darcy sent him a raised eyebrow in question, he just offered her a hand.

"C'mere."

It was a command. An informal one but a command nonetheless. Darcy didn't have any intention to ignore it despite every fiber in her being normally refusing to follow any authoritative order. She was curious and still very horny. So, she placed her hand in Brock's and let him help her stand up. Then, he unceremoniously lifted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She let out an indignant noise that morphed into a pleased gasp when he slapped her ass. As he walked away from the bed, he slapped her three more times in quick succession. She was sure that there was a handprint on her cheek but the thought only sent a slither of pleasure through her body.

Brock set her down in front of the small dresser opposite of the bed. It rose to about hip height. Darcy didn't have much time to contemplate it before Brock forced her hands on the edge and moved her backwards until she was bent over, ass out. He nudged her legs apart with his knee then moved to settle behind her. She felt the head of his cock slide along her opening and let out a pleased sigh. Instead of pushing in, he continued the slow slide through her folds, reaching around and rubbing his fingers in her wetness. Brock rubbed a slow circle along her clit and Darcy let out a whine. She clenched her pussy and tried to rock into him but he refused to let his cock slip where she wanted.

"Brock, I want you inside of me," Darcy moaned after a few minutes of this treatment. All she got in reply was a low hum. Brock continued his slow movements, occasionally letting his head slip in just slightly into her before popping back and sliding along her folds. Every time he did this, Darcy would moan in joy then growl. He did this teasing movement about five times more. Her knuckles were white, gripping the edge of the dresser and she was quickly losing her sanity. "Brock, I need you. I need you to fuck me."

"Hmm? I don't think you want it bad enough," Brock said, voice low. The tone made her entire body shiver. "How bad do you want it? I want to hear how bad you want it."

"So bad. I need you so bad. I want you to fuck me so hard. I'll do whatever you want. I'll blow you again for as long as you want," Darcy began to ramble, not entirely aware of all that she was saying. All she knew was that she wanted to stop the teasing. "God, I'll blow you on the trip back. Please, just please fuck me."

Finally, Brock slid his cock into her at an even slower pace. Darcy let out a scream of satisfaction to encourage him on. First, his head slipped in but she was tight and he was met some resistance. He rocked out but before Darcy could complain, he pushed further into her. It burned slightly but she didn't care. Brock rocked in and out a few more times until he was fully inside her and then waited until she adjusted to his size. Then his hips snapped back and he slammed into her without warning.

Darcy concentrated on keeping her grip on the dresser as Brock's hips pushed her entire body forward and back. He gripped her hips in a tight hold and only let out grunts every so often. On the other hand, Darcy continued to moan without any inhibitions, punctuated by the sound of the dresser hitting the wall. The feel of him filling her up was amazing but she could only feel him just barely sliding along her g-spot. Although he set a bruising pace, it just wasn't quite enough to get her off again, not that she was complaining too much about it. Darcy still arched her back and met his hips at every chance.

Without warning, Brock slid out of Darcy completely. She whimpered at the loss but didn't have the energy to fight him when he turned her around. When Brock lifted her to sit on the edge of the dresser, she forgot to even complain. He bent down to swirl his tongue around her nipples and she leaned backwards, holding her weight on her hands to give him better access. Showing off his multitasking skills, Brock licked and bit at her breasts as he lined himself up. His cock slid back into Darcy's warmth and he slowly rocked in and out as she panted.

Lifting his head, Brock kissed Darcy hard and pistoned his hips faster and faster. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as she held on, drawing his body closer to hers. The dresser continued to slam against the wall but Darcy didn't care about any potential damage to the building. She leaned her head to the side as Brock kissed down her neck and collar, tanging his fingers in her hair.

"Is this want you wanted?" Brock asked against her skin, voice smug when she let out a breathy groan.

"Yes," Darcy sighed. At this angle, he was rubbing against her g-spot with each movement and she could feel herself getting closer and closer.

"I can't hear you," Brock said with a hitch in his voice and Darcy was coming before she realized she was standing on the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Darcy screamed in joy, arching her back and lacing her fingers into Brock's hair then tugging roughly as pleasure rocked through her body. She clenched around Brock and he shivered under her hands. His fingers dug into the skin of her thighs with bruising force but he held back his own orgasm as she continued to rock through hers. Finally, the final swell of her orgasm slipped away and Darcy lay her body limply against his to keep from falling back. She pulsed around his cock still inside her. She felt his fingers twitch on her thigh and a huff tussle the hair on her crown. Contentment that she'd only felt after good sex warmed her body and she realized she could probably fall asleep like this without much effort. Though she doubted she could walk with her still trembling legs. She buried her face in his chest in defeat. Brock definitely won this round.

"We're not done yet…" Brock said, chest rumbling with what she had a feeling was more of a warning. Of course, Darcy wasn't going to heed it. A hand ran through her hair and she was surprised at how gentle it was. Darcy let out a sigh. It turned into a squeak of surprise when Brock grabbed her ass and hoisted her against him. He started walking like she didn't weigh a thing. As Darcy started to ask him where he was taking her, he captured her lips in a kiss. Her shoulder blades felt the cool wall as Brock pressed her against it and let her drop a little so he could adjust his hold. It brought him deeper inside her and Darcy moaned into his mouth.

Their kiss continued roughly with Brock expertly plundering her mouth with licks and nibbles. Darcy kept moaning her pleasure into his mouth, asking for more. His hips and position against the wall was what held her up. It allowed Brock the ability to lace his fingers through hers and slide her hands up the wall and straight over her head as he jerked her up against the cold surface with a rough thrust. Darcy hooked her ankles and he let go of one her hands to grip her thigh. A wanton moan spilled from Darcy's lips when he thrust again, sliding inside of her just right.

Brock broke their kiss and bit the tops of her breast before groaning.

"Fuck, you feel good," he said, pulling her head down for another kiss that was all lips and teeth then began to pull out. Without preamble, he pushed back in and set a fast, punishing pace. At each thrust, Darcy was pushed back into the wall. Any pain was muted. All she knew was the pleasure mounting up inside. Her ankles unhooked as she let Brock take more of her weight, keeping her up help from the wall. Gripping her ass and adjusting their position slightly, Brock made sure he slid against her clit. Loud, encouraging moans tumbled out of both their mouths and she vaguely wondered if there was anyone in the surrounding rooms that could hear them.

"Oh god, like that. Just like that," babbled Darcy and Brock just hummed in agreement, shutting his eyes and dropping his forehead to her shoulder.

Each push in was ecstasy, filling Darcy with what she'd so desperately yearned for longer than she wanted to admit. Her breasts bounced freely with each movement and Brock lowered his head to take a nipple in his hot mouth. Darcy's fingers wove through his hair as he teased with his tongue, sending tingles through her chest and down her back. Curling her toes, Darcy let herself unravel and relax, just enjoying all the sensations she showered over her. Brock's pace slowed as he switched breasts. Keeping one hand squeezing her ass, Brock shifted them again so their bodies were pinned closer together and his free arm lay next to her head against the wall.

"Brock," whined Darcy, tightening the grip of her thighs again to try and get him to get back to his earlier pace. Unlatching from her nipple with a smirk, Brock licked his lips and placed an open mouth kiss on the center of her collar bone.

"What?"

"I'm close," insisted Darcy and to her dismay, he started to move even slower.

"What do you want me to do about it?" scoffed Brock and Darcy let out a frustrated huff. Bastard. From the smirk on his mouth, she realized she'd mumbled it aloud.

"Just...just fucking move," she whined impatiently. Just to be an extra jerk, he swirled his hips and while it was a nice sensation, it wasn't what she needed right now. She hit his ass with her heel. "Not like that, you jerk."

"You didn't say how to move," Brock teased. To shut him up just for a second, Darcy gripped his scalp roughly and pulled him in for a messy kiss. Their tongues met sloppily and Brock's fingers dug into Darcy's ass but the slight pain pulled a pleased groan from her.

When they broke apart, Darcy was breathless but she still managed to huff out. "Fuck me hard. Please."

"All you have to do is ask," said Brock in mock sweetness before he pushed back in and out in with speed, filling her as much as he could. The arm next to her head lowered so he could use both hands to hold her up against the wall. Hitting her in all the right spots, Brock's breath started to grow more and more uneven. He sucked on her pulse point for a second then pulled away to grunt. "I'm gonna come."

"Not yet," begged Darcy with a pout. She was close but just not quite there. Her fingers gripped the hard muscle in his back as he tensed. Letting out a long, slow breath, Brock shut his eyes and nodded. Concentration etched through his features and the thrill of realizing how much control he had over his body pushed Darcy even closer.

"How long?" he asked harshly, not intending to sound malicious but Darcy could tell this was difficult for him. The muscles in his neck were corded and his brow was furrowed slightly. His breathing continued to even out even if it didn't match the pace of his hips.

"Just until...I'm so close," promised Darcy. Brock reached between them and rubbed quickly at her clit with his thumb. It was just what she needed to topple over the edge once more. "Right there. Oh yes."

Digging her nails into his shoulders, Darcy let out a strangled cry as she came. Half a dozen thrusts later, Brock followed her with a satisfied grunt of his own. He pressed his body hard against hers, rocking slowly into her until he was spent completely. Darcy wrapped her arms around his neck and held him until his pulse slowed. Reaching down between them again, Brock gripped the condom and pulled out of her. He gathered her into her arms like a precious heirloom. Then he walked about halfway to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress without warning. Darcy let out an undignified yelp, glaring at his back as he made his way to the bathroom.

She couldn't find it in herself to complain vocally, which was a first. Instead, she made herself comfortable and lay down, only half noticing the sound of the sink. Closing her eyes and enjoying the heavy weight of her limbs, Darcy smiled. Although she hated SHIELD on principle, she had to admit their thugs were well trained in all physical aspects. They'd make a good escort agency if the espionage didn't work out. Darcy heard Brock's soft feet on the carpet and felt the mattress sink under his weight. He lay down next to her, not touching but she could feel his gaze heating along her skin.

"Don't tell me you're asleep already. I've got a few more things planned," Brock said, warm breath tickling her ear.

"Is this a SHIELD policy? If you can't make me submit with that pouty smolder of yours, seduce me?" Darcy asked and a puff of air heated her neck.

"I do not have a pouty smolder," Brock insisted and Darcy couldn't stop her giggle at the indignation in his voice. "Well, if you don't believe me, I'm gonna have to stick to SHIELD policy."

There was deadly intent in his voice that made Darcy open one eye. She opened the other eye when he reached out for her arms and tugged her up to a sitting position. To her surprise, Brock dipped his face towards her folds and lapped up her soaked lips. He encouraged her to settle her thighs on his shoulder, his arms reaching under her. Then he lifted her up in an extremely impressive show of strength and Darcy held onto his head for balance. Brock slowly lay back and she settled on his face, hands gripping the sheets as his tongue slid into her. A happy sigh slipped from Darcy and she knew she was in for a long night but she didn't mind one bit.

Darcy woke up the next morning with a whine at the sound of a chirping ringtone in her ear. When the annoying sound stopped, she sighed in relief, snuggling back into the sheets. The familiar ache and nausea from not enough sleep crept in her bones. Another text message made her phone blare up again and she covered her head with a pillow. Letting out a huff, Darcy tried to fall back asleep but her curiosity got the best of her.

Blindly reaching out for her phone, Darcy eventually found it on the bedside table. A look at the screen and she saw two messages. One from Brock Rumlow and one from Jane. Raising an eyebrow, Darcy stared at the screen and wondered when he saved his number on her phone. He must have done it while she was asleep. How did he know her passcode though? Remembering he had access to her medical files and this probably had some way to figure out her passcode, Darcy ignored the mild feeling of invasion because at least he wasn't using those resources for horrible things. That she knew of. She unlocked her phone and read the first message.

Text Message: Brock Rumlow, Today, 9:30AM

Morning Sweetcheeks. Wheels up in 30. Maintenance will fix the door.

Rolling her eyes, Darcy suppressed the giddy feeling in her stomach but let herself grin at the nickname. He'd officially dubbed her that when he took time to properly admire her ass. Before taking her over the bathroom sink but after they broke the flimsy bathroom door. It was the only thing he'd called her after that.

She fell back onto her pillow and thought about his text. She'd decided to name last night Brock, 'Officer Rumlow'. They'd eventually engaged in some questionable but light role play that should have had Darcy, as a proclaimed feminist, writing a lengthy blog against police abuse of power. Still, Officer Rumlow was kind of fun. On the other hand, 'SHIELD Brock' was succinct and all about the jack-booted thug business, so she assumed she'd not have much fun sexy times if that's who she had to look forward to all day. A part of Darcy was already trying to analyze the deeper meaning to what Brock typed but she knew there wasn't much point to it. He was a fuck, admittedly an amazing one, but just a fuck nonetheless.

Checking her second text, she saw it was from Jane. Guilt bubbled up. Poor Jane was probably hungover. Someone so tiny could not be up and about easily after the amount she drank. It wasn't even a question of whether Jack made her drink water before going to bed because he definitely didn't. Jane also needed affection more than ever after this Thor flying off without so much as a toodle-oo business.

But if Darcy wasn't already feeling so relaxed despite not having enough sleep, the awesome ache between her legs and through her entire body was proof enough that Brock's performance was above and beyond what she hoped. Maybe if Jane fell asleep during the flight, she could convince Brock for a quickie in the plane bathroom? Shaking off the thought, Darcy took a breath and scolded herself for the hope. One night performance only. She was sated and not a sex-crazed nympho incapable of properly prioritizing. Jane deserved some care, even if it ended up only being Darcy keeping a cold compress on her head. With that resolve, she read the text from Jane.

Text Message: Dr. Smarty Pants, Today, 9:31AM

Are you still alive? Also, did I puke on tweedledee or tweedledum's shoes last night? I puked on someone's. Also, I need painkillers. Lots. Please.

The still perfect grammar of Jane whilst having a hangover and probably puke on her clothes (because Jack was shit at taking care of drunk people, Darcy was sure), made Darcy smile.

Text Message: Darcy Lewis, Today, 9:33AM

Still alive. Definitely tweedledum. Hangover cure ready ASAP you beautiful brain.

Darcy replied, adding nonsensical but affectionate emojis before hitting send. Thank god she had her hangover remedy bag set up in her suitcase because she'd remembered from Erik how sloshed the Scandinavians could get on just a Tuesday night. With that thought, Darcy sat up, taking a moment to appreciate all the sore muscles she had. Some were familiar sores from sex and others new. The stickiness over most of her skin she could do without, though. After a quick and hot shower, Darcy got dressed and double checked she had most of everything that SHIELD didn't confiscate. As she filled a water bottle with some electrolyte drink mix, her phone chirped again. When she checked it, she was surprised to find another text from Brock.

Text Message: Brock Rumlow, Today, 9:46AM

Jack's piloting and Doc will probably sleep it off. You up?

Apparently, her performance was up to his standards, despite her lack of practice. Should she be honored or was there another motive behind this? Honestly, she couldn't see Brock having difficulty finding ladies to do the dirty. Especially if he was that good at it. So, lack of consistent sex couldn't be a motivator for him to relive the past, as it were. Maybe he was that much of an insatiable horn dog. Maybe she was his type after all. Not that she wanted him to be her boyfriend but a fuck buddy wouldn't be terrible. Then again, there was the difficulty of getting past Jane's judgement because the scientist would probably find out if Darcy was doing the nasty with a jack-booted thug on the regular. But, Darcy did like the possibility of joining the mile-high club and she'd had to deal with the unsavory trailer sex noises of Doctors Foster and Blake. One could only pretend sleeping on the roof was like camping for so long. At least then, she had her iPod.

So, this was like karma giving her a little something after her sex life literally turning into a desert wasteland and SHIELD stealing her property without reimbursement. Right? Was sex with Brock worth the price of an iPod and countless songs collected through the years? If she had to rationalize this so much, it probably wasn't a good idea.

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, Darcy bit her lip before typing. She didn't wait long for Brock's reply, either.

Text Message: Darcy Lewis, Today, 9:47AM

Don't know, you think you can top last night?

Text Message: Brock Rumlow, Today, 9:47AM

Oh Sweetcheeks, you're in for a bumpy ride.

The promise sent a thrum of anticipation down Darcy's spine and straight between her legs. Looked like she was dealing with Officer Rumlow after all. She shouldn't be excited, but she was. Brock Rumlow was a terrible decision but what was the harm? Besides, it wasn't like she planned on making him her boyfriend. She was totally capable of having an acquaintance with benefits deal.

Sending him a series of benign emojis that if looked at the correct way, were very explicit, Darcy laughed and slid her phone into her back pocket. Picking up her suitcase, she set it back down after a second thought and found the last couple of condoms they hadn't been able to get through. Someone had to be the responsible one between the two of them. SHIELD owed her and the least they could do was pay her back in orgasms from one of their hottest field agents. Brock was just enough of a smug asshole that Darcy's feelings were definitely safe.