4:30 pm – Darcy's apartment
She was teasing. Being an absolute flirt. God if Jane could see her now, making the national hero blush! But still, she just really liked watching Steve get all flustered. It wasn't like she was being mean about it. She really did like this guy. He was sweet, and quiet, but funny too. Plus, he kicked ass. She was nearly panting by the time him and Sam were done in the gym, and had very nearly jumped him bones then and there. She did want to stay classy though (for now) so she had invited him to dinner. At least at her place she could control the environment and stimuli.
Now that she was here, however, all she could think about was the stiff way he was sitting and the sinful way his eyes followed her. She felt like the naughtiest kind of woman and it was heady. Did she really affect him this way? She knew she wasn't ugly, but she didn't ever think she'd catch the eye of The All American Hunk.
Her ego did a little dance, along with her stomach. She conceded she really needed to figure out how he felt so she knew where to draw the line. Not saying she wouldn't cross it occasionally, but she needed to know nonetheless.
She grinned, thinking the phrases fitting for his 40's sensibilities. She turned to make some witty remark, but the words died on her tongue. Steve had apparently moved from the chair to not a foot behind her, an innocent expression making his face look all the more suspicious.
He was so close she could see every single muscle, even the fine hairs that led down below his belt, though that ridiculously thin shirt of his. Darcy thought that the shorts and a tee she recklessly tossed on would sort of even the playing field but up close, she could see it was no competition. He was too… perfect. She wondered what it would be like to take a bite of that pec… YESH!
She cleared her throat and attempted (and failed) to clear her head. She focused on his shoulder, picking an imaginary dust lint off the squared joint.
"You move fast." She mumbled, feeling a little more light headed by his proximity. Come one Darcy, he's just your friend. Act cool. "Dinners almost done. You want a beer?" She asked quickly, moving around him and heading towards the fridge. Just pretend he's still sitting...
"It doesn't quite affect me the same way, but I do enjoy a good beer." He murmured. Murmured! Jesus, he sounded like silk and chocolate and midnight. Ok. Ok. You know what Darcy? I think you're losing it. Going to have to whip out the rabbit tonight.
She grabbed two dark brews and headed to table, practically tip-toeing around him, though she felt his eyes follow her. How was it that one minute he was awkward and cute and now he was acting all sexy and predatory like something out of her guilty pleasure romance novels.
And then it hit her... He was playing her just like she had done him. Oh boy. Oh ho ho! This is gonna be good! Never let it be said that Darcy Lewis did not rise to the most epic and scandalous challenge she was ever to face. The seduction of Steven Rogers.
She put on her best smile and went over to the sink, giving him a once over as she went, lingering at his crotch. She felt her face flush as well as his, but hey; You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, right? She was draining the noodles, completely aware of the superhero standing some odd feet behind her.
"Bottle opener?" His voice deep and husky.
"In the drawer." She nodded to the one next to her hip, but her hands were conveniently full. So he had to reach around her, his muscular arm brushing her bottom as she turned to pour the pasta into the sauce. She had to bite her lip, hiding her face from him. If he saw the look of pure laughter and lust that was fighting to warp her features, he would for sure run for the hills. That wasn't to say she was done just yet. She never in her life flirted so scandalously. But this was so silly and erotic she couldn't stop.
Thinking fast, she grinned. A little bit of a slip and-
"Damn!" She complained wearily. "I got pasta sauce on my apron." She untied the old cloth, balling it up and tossing it in her bathroom. She had picked this shirt not only because of the shield on it, but because it was one of her tighter fitting ones. When she came back into the kitchen, Stave was standing over the nearly done spaghetti. His face was totally blank except for the small twitch of his lip as his gaze drifted across her body, making her shiver slightly. Please don't think I'm like this always...
She managed to keep the air of innocence as she turned off the burners and set about making the table ready, whistling "Pussy Cat Blues". By the look of shock on his face, it seemed he recognized it. That's two points for her…
She had her back turned and was about to grab some plates when she heard him step up behind her. "Let me help." He rumbled, his chest nearly pressed against her back. She could literally feel the heat coming off him in waves.
Two strong arms moved on either side of her head and opened the cabinet doors above her. He had to lean in to grab the plates and when he did, she felt everything he was working with. Those hard rippled abs, the pecs she wanted to nibble on, and sweet baby Jesus… He was hard. She could feel him through his denim jeans and her cotton shorts and god, did she feel the pressure go straight to her already tense core.
"Pardon me." He apologized, not sounding sorry at all. He didn't even sound fazed. Ok. That point goes to Steve.
"No problem." She teased, pushing back against him so she could open the drawer for the silver ware. "Oops. Sorry there, Cap." She exclaimed cheekily. She hoped he couldn't tell her breathing had sped up or that her heart was pounding wildly. This was all harmless flirting right? Yea right. This was downright naughty.
After he removed himself from her back and set the plates at the table, he promptly found himself a chair, leaning his forearms on his knees. His eyes stayed on her though, as she brought the food and silverware over. She smiled sweetly and made their plates, giving him a heaping amount.
"Eat up, Steve."
She turned the radio on after she ate, her hands shaking from the way her guest watched her like a hawk. She got up, downed her beer, and went to start dishes.
It was strangely calm and a little domestic after that tense flirt action that just happened but food tended to do that. She was humming along, starting to get in the groove. Music to her was like water to a fish. She loved it! She loved to sing, to dance, and still pretended to rock a concert hall in the shower.
Darcy was nearly finished, when a pair of warm hands slid down her arms and wrapped around her soapy wrists. His chest came to lay flush against her back once more but there was something a little more raw about it this time. He was stiff and seemed to breathing too deeply. Had she upset him?
"I'm going to have to ask you to stop moving like that or I'll have to remove myself from your presence." He growled into her ear. The heat of both his words and his breath made the knot in her stomach tighter.
"Why?" She asked breathlessly. Not because she didn't know, but rather, she was too stunned to do anything else.
He groaned, dropping his chin atop her head. "You know why." Was all he could manage between gritted teeth. Seems like she actually pushed him too far. And it wasn't even on purpose!
"Sorry." She whispered, the knot in her stomach aching a little.
"No. Don't be sorry. It's me that's not used to this. To… whatever this is." He stammered, his thumb rubbing little circles on the inside of her wrists. She looked down, struck again by the domestic way they were standing. "Yea... I think I'm going to go."
Darcy Lewis was notorious for making spontaneous and reckless decisions. She had long ago come to terms with the fact that she liked to jump in, feet first, blindly. So following form, she turned in his arms and grabbed two fist full of his shirt, determined to have at least one kiss before he decides she's not worth the trouble.
Instead of running, he stayed stock still as she raises herself on her tippy toes, having to pull his shirt to get close enough. Just one kiss, she thought fiercely. That's all.
One. Little. Taste.
Like approaching a wild animal, she leaned in cautiously, her lips lightly grazing his. She lingered there, the softness too much for her frazzled brain. She whimpered pathetically when he pulled away, only to moan heavenly when his hands were on her ass, lifting up onto the counter.
A large hand cupped the back of her head while another grasped her chin. She was at his command, knees up resting on his hips. He leaned down, kissing her softly at first. Darcy couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips but couldn't say she regretted it, seeing as it causeed him to increase the pressure tenfold.
Suddenly, he was pressing against her, hands roaming her body like something out of a dream. He was exploring her with his lips, making her gasp and sigh. She leaned back, giving his mouth access to her throat as he kissed his way across the shallow dips in her collar, making his way back up and to her mouth.
She kissed him back with a passion that had been slowly building since the moment she threw that coffee pot at him. Hunger, primal, and chaotic was clawing at her insides, making her want to do so many things to this man.
He groaned her name against her mouth and the way he made it sound like a prayer, made her own core clench. Deciding she couldn't wait any longer, she went for his shirt. Her two tiny hands had barely touched his solid skin when someone started banging at her door.
Ignore it. Please ignore it. She chanted in her head, as they both paused. But then she heard it. The telltale sign of trouble.
"Darcy, let me in! It's Jane. You haven't answered your phone all night! I need your help." Came the muffled plea.
"I'm going to kill her." Darcy swore as Steve moved away from her. His face was red, hands shaking as he tried to straighten his shirt. Darcy sat, legs dangling over the counter, arms crossed, pouting. They had been so close and he was kissing her and she really liked this new side of him! Damn it all!
Steve took one look at her and chuckled awkwardly. "She's your friend. Can't leave her hanging." He offered his hand. She took it, but only because she wasn't sure if she was ever going to touch that perfect package again. He would probably come to his senses any second now.
"Still going to kill her." She grumbled miserably. She nearly jumped out of her skin, when he leaned down, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek. Lust and bashful humor dancing in his eyes.
"Coffee tomorrow?" He asked, voice still raw from their... activities.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiled gently, feeling the knot finally begin to loosen.
But what really did it was the look of utter shock and disbelief on Jane's face when Captain America strutted from her apartment, looking like he'd been properly snogged. Point three for Darcy.