Darcy rolled over in bed and groaned as she looked at the clock. 6:43. "Way too fuckin' early." She grumbled as she flipped over on her back and turned her head to the side to look at the other side of the bed. She giggled a little and then groaned again as she slowly sat up and stumbled out of bed. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and headed into the bathroom.
Darcy turned the water on in the shower and stepped inside. She spent a long while in there, just letting the hot water soothe her aching muscles before stepping out and wrapping a towel around her. After drying herself off she slipped back into her (or rather, his) clothes and began to mess around with her hair.
"Darcy!" Phil's voice called from the other side of the door. "I need to get into my bathroom, please. I'm going to be late for work."
Darcy smirked and then opened to door a crack to see Phil standing with his back against the wall, wearing running shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. Damn he looked good like that. "That's where you were? Running?" She asked not offering to open the door more than she had.
"Five miles every morning," he said but was unable to meet her gaze. Instead, he looked down at the carpet and kicked at it awkwardly.
"Five miles? Every morning? You are crazy man," Darcy said as she finally opened the door all the way and walked out into the hallway. "All yours. I didn't use your razor." She said with a smirk.
Phil stepped inside the bathroom, still not looking at her. He was about to shut the door but stopped, finally looking up at her for the first time this morning. "We…um…we can't do that again." He said quietly.
Darcy couldn't help but grin widely as she looked back at Phil. "Can't do what again? Kiss or have sex?"
Those words out of her mouth made the situation even more awkward than it all ready was. He should have never let anything get that far last night. He was a level 7 SHIELD agent for gods sake. He was supposed to have a handle on situations, how the hell did he let them get so close last night? Phil shook his head as he looked at Darcy. "Either. Both. Nothing like that…can happen again, Miss Lewis." He said quickly and started to shut the door.
Darcy laughed, "Really? You're going to start calling me Miss Lewis now? Last night you were calling me Darcy…among other things. You might as well-" Before she got the rest of her sentence out the door swung open.
"Fine. Darcy. Look, we cannot do that again. I should have never kissed you. I wasn't thinking." And that was just it. He wasn't thinking, and that made him furious. He was supposed to be protecting her from AIM, not giving her wine and taking her to his bed. She was half his age…Oh god he was one of those creepy old men. He didn't want to be one of those creepy old men.
"Well, I kissed you first. I started it," Darcy said as she leaned up against the wall and crossed her arms.
"And I gave you wine. I shouldn't have done that. If SHIELD finds out…" If SHIELD found out about any of this, Phil shuddered to think of what would be come of him.
"Oh my god! I'm not going to tell SHIELD that you gave me wine and then screwed me against your living room wall. Which, by the way, was ah-mazing! I don't kiss and tell. My lips are sealed," She said using her fingers to make an imaginary zipping motion across her lips. "Don't worry, you'll still have your job. And, Phil, it's not like I was drunk and you took advantage of me."
He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 8:00 am. He better get to work fast, or he might not have a job. Phil had never been late for work a day in his life if anything he was always early. He comes in late and people would talk. Quick shower and then he'd be out the door. He looked back at Darcy who was still smiling at him. His thoughts momentarily drifted back to the night before, the wine, the kiss, the sex, he could feel his cheeks flush and his heart begin to race. Quickly he shut the door to the bathroom. He had planned on taking a hot shower but now he really just needed a cold one.
Ice cold.
Darcy chewed on her bottom lip as she grinned wider. That secret agent man had it bad for her. Just as bad as she had it for him. But it was going to take some work to get him to acknowledge it. She shook her head as she wandered down to the kitchen and spotted a plastic bag sitting on the table. She opened it and found a box of Coco Puffs cereal inside along with a carton of milk. He stopped and got her some breakfast food on his five-mile run. Darcy grabbed a bowl and dumped some cereal and milk in it just as Phil came into view. He was back in agent mode. Crisp suit and shiny shoes.
Sexy man.
"You got me Coco Puffs," she said shoveling a spoonful in her mouth. "That's so sweet."
"Yeah well, I knew you'd be hungry. Listen, I'll be back by seven if my day goes as planned. Darcy, you can not leave this apartment. If you need me call the number I left on the nightstand. Whatever you do, do not leave." Phil stressed as he headed towards the door. He stopped and turned around to look at her. "I really am sorry about last night." He added before heading out the door.