Noon – Darcy's Apartment

Darcy was in hellishly foul mood today. She had finally come to terms that her crush on Steve was a little more along the lines of really liking him and then he goes and gives her the awkward silent treatment? What's up with that?

Well fuck that noise! She wasn't going to wallow or moan. Nope. It wasn't that she was used to rejection, it was just that she refused to cry over spilled milk. She can take a hit. Even if it did sting. Like, a lot.

Besides, Thor just offered her a spot on the beefy Asgaurdian train, and she was thinking about hoping on board. It was a whole new adventure, right?

Then why did she fell all guilty for even contemplating going. Just last week she would have jumped. But now feelings were involved and Steve had to look so upset earlier today. Gross.

So instead of getting her Asgaurdian booty game on, she was going to spend the next week pinning over a hundred year old awkward ass who didn't know that there were rules about kissing a girl and then not speaking to her. Maybe he decided he didn't like her after the intense what-ever it was that happened last night. Now that really stung. Don't wallow!

"Well, now that that is settled," She sighed grumpily, plopping down on her overly-large couch. Deciding to let Jane spend some one on one with her Norse hunk, she would confine herself to the Darcy cave and do the feel good routine.

Fantastically bad 80's movie marathon, junk food, and maybe a hot shower, if you catch a girl's drift.

She popped in The Lost Boys and started to strip. No need for big girl clothes when she was going to be all by her lonesome.

She had just removed her bra, sighing with pleasure, when a soft knock sounded at her door. Probably Jane, forgetting something or another. She tossed on her favorite tank-top (worn and faded from years of hard use) and padded quickly to the door.

Really, she should have seen this coming. Of course Jane would be busy doing to do with Thor. Steve, however, must have not been busy, seeing as he was standing at her door, head down, flowers in one hand (don't freak out Darcy, even though that's the sweetest thing in the world), and a brown bag of what smelled like Coney's in the other. Well, if she didn't like him before…

Her first instinct was to slam the door in righteous anger. Her second was to kiss him and fawn over the gifts. And her third was to stand her ground and wait for him to speak. Third it was.

She crossed her arms, knowing exactly what view she was presenting him with. Still he kept his face lowered. Oh this wasn't going to be easy. She began to tap her bare foot. If by the time she counted to twenty and he was still playing silent, she was so outtie.

He seemed to catch her drift, raising his handsome blond head but still not meeting her eyes. She could see however, he was equal parts nervous and something else… Sad? That's no good. All she ever wanted was to rid him of that look. Well, technically she wanted to see him blush and smile, effectively making her knees weak and her panties wet, but this face? It just made her heart hurt.

"Steve-,"

"I'm sorry." They spoke at the same time, but he powered on. "I'm no good at this. At any of it. I was a jerk and a cad." He punctuated his plea by shoving his full hands out so she would be forced to take them or not see him.

Darcy wordlessly placed the flowers and the bag on her kitchen table, just inside the door and turned back to Steve. He was inspecting the paint on the wall just outside of her apartment. Look at this! Captain freaking America getting all flustered over a little girl like her. Darcy sighed, resting one shoulder on the door frame and decided to cut him some slack. After all, he had 70 years of game to catch up on.

When he finally met her eyes, she could see very clearly that he had no idea how to talk to women. It kind of made her giddy. He put so much effort into talking with her that it sure made a girl feel special.

"Come in." She said, leaving no room for argument as she took his hand, smiling slightly when he jerked a little in surprise. She took him to the couch where she had a bottle of beer and some snacks already laid out and her movie on the startup screen. He followed wordlessly and she was grateful. God knows what she would have done if he had fought her.

They sat together, her explaining little parts of the film, him laughing at the absurdity of it. It was comfortable, sweet, and just so normal that Darcy felt all of her anger melt away. Having him there, all big muscles and genuine smiles. He rolled his eyes when the movie ended and she demanded another in a very Thor-like manner. They snacked on Coney's and drank some beers, all the while moving closer on the couch. It was very middle-schoolish and she found it adorable.

After that movie, she popped in another. And then another. Eventually, they ate, ordering takeout from her favorite Chinese place, until eventually the sky began to turn dark and she started to feel the tiredness that had chased her all day catch up.

So really, a girl can't be blamed for falling asleep, arms wrapped around the waist of a slumbering super-hero. She was, however to blame when she awoke, realized their positions and crawled closer and (in what she thought was very sneaky move) pressed a gentle kiss to the snoozing man's solid cheek.

And he was to blame when he turned his head and kissed her back.

She was taken by surprise by his sudden change of position but made no move to stop him, instead opting for the whole close your eyes and enjoy route.

And enjoy she did. His lips moved across hers with stunning persistence. His hands gripped her face, tilting her head slightly for better access. She moaned at the soft touch, feeling the kisses start a fire in her stomach. Churning with both hot lust and silly nervousness, a mix she hadn't felt since her very first time.

He shifted under her, pulling her body on top of his stretched figure. Somehow during the last hour while they were asleep, he had managed to lay his long legs across the couch, effectively placing her half atop him.

Now, however, she was straddling him, face bent and locked in the most intense make-out sesh she has ever had. Feeling a little bit drunk on pleasure, she thought it'd be a good idea to test the waters, so to speak, by grinding ever so slightly down on his length. His hard, large, bulgy length. Oh gods!

He groaned roughly, digging fingers into her hips and holding them in place. She was almost sorry. Almost.

With hot breath and searing kisses, he made his way to her ear. When he spoke, the shock that vibrated down her went all the way to her core making her clench her legs together in a painful attempt to relieve the pressure that was building there.

"I'd be careful, Doll. Least I take you here and now." He punctured this by taking the bottom of her ear into his mouth. His actions seeming to undermine his very words.

Darcy could do little more than whimper against his neck as his lips were leaving a wet trail down her throat. His fingers flexed on her hips and she took the opportunity to grind once more, relishing the way he growled her name. Looked like innocent Steve Rogers had a naughty boy hiding underneath that American costume after all.

Too bad that the very thought made her pull back from him. She reluctantly placed her hands on his chest and waited until his eyes caught hers. He looked so fucking good disheveled. Lush lips red from a good kissing and eyes glazed over with passion. She bit her lip, hoping she was doing the right thing here.

"I want this." She blurted. Damn it, she could already feel her face flush red, but she kept going, afraid to stop. "But you need to know I'm not a hit it and quit it type of girl. You can't do this," she waved her hands between them, thankful his large ones came up to steady her. "-and then give me the cold shoulder. So if you just want a one-nighter or a fling, then you'll have to hit the road."

He took in her words, delicious blue eyes scanning her face. She was breathing heavily, about ready to say fuck it, and just ride this cowboy until the cows come home. But then he nodded stiffly. She sensed him begin to sit up so she did what any smart girl would do.

Curse her stupidity and climb off the most incredibly handsome and sweet man she'd ever met, forgoing what could have been the most fantastic night of hardcore fucking she would ever of had the pleasure of experiencing, just for the sake of her god forsaken morals. Nice.

She stumbled a little, backing away from his hand as he tried to steady her. She didn't need his help. She was a big girl after all. There had been plenty of guys who had tried to get with her for a one night stand and it hadn't bothered her then.

But he was different. Or at least, she had thought he was different.

She managed to get to her hallway, intent on heading straight to her room in the hopes he'd just let himself out, when his large hands grasped hers, spinning her around to face him. She stared at his chest, refusing to look anywhere else. Damn it, he had a great chest.

"I think you misunderstood, Darcy Lewis." He grumbled, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside of her wrists. She tried (and failed) to ignore the flash of pleasure that rippled from the spot. "I don't want a fling. I don't know what a 'hit it and quit it kind of girl' is but I can guess and I definitely don't one of those either."

Darcy huffed, already feeling the lust pull at her stomach. She was getting annoyed with her bodily responses to this man. They were freaking inconvenient! Especially when she was trying to make sense of his words.

"I was going to leave tonight. To spend a few days away to clear my head." He admitted. His voice was low and thick, but his words stung. She finally looked up to see his face. He looked so much younger, like it was his first time being with a woman, but then again it could very well have been. Sometimes she forgets how young he was when he "died."

"Good to know." She mumbled, wanting all of these confusing feelings to just drop dead.

"The problem is I can't." He smiled ruefully, just a twist of the lips. "At first I thought it was because you were fun and cute and kept my mind off of all the bad stuff." He raised their hands, kissing the now tingling spot where his thumb had been marking. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

"And then I thought it was because I just wanted female company." When she scoffed, he frowned dramatically, then winked. "Hey, I am a man after all."

"Oh don't I know it." She said beneath her breath.

He chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating through her. Ye Gods, he was making her hot all over again. Or maybe she had never really cooled down.

"Then I realized," his whispered, kissing her other wrist, lingering a few seconds longer. "That it was because of you. Everything about you. You are a class act Darcy Lewis and I think I'd like you to be my girl if you would have me." He met her eyes with the courage of The Captain himself. Her brain was finally catching up to his words, even as she blinked several times.

And then a mighty wicked smile stretched across her face, one that even the Trickster Loki would have been proud of.

"Steve Rogers, I am going to have you. So. Many. Ways."