8:01 am – Darcy's Bed
God, she hated her alarm. The loud annoying screech reminding her that she was an adult and had adulty things to do. So when a large arm crossed her face and smashed the fancy machine, she found herself quite pleased that she wasn't the only one who loathed the vile thing. She smiled contentedly, from both the lack of annoying noise and the realization that last night had indeed not been a dream.
"Oops! M'sorry, Darcy. Mine is stronger." Steve mumbled in her ear; his hot breath sending shivers racing down her spine. Was she seriously lounging in bed with the star-spangled cutie patootie she's been crushing on since the coffee pot crash? Was he-who-saved-the-world really snuggling with her, crazy old Darcy? But more importantly, how had she managed to go from wanting to making him smile to making him growl her name. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory.
It didn't matter how or why. She was simply content, to have Steve's warm body stretched out behind her. But Darcy being Darcy needed more proof, least she discover she really was dreaming. She rolled over, feeling her body ache pleasantly. Sure enough, the charming smile from her favorite hero/breakfast chef greeted her. His cheeks were tinged slightly, probably due to his growing state of arousal that was currently nestled against her stomach. She couldn't say she minded in the least.
Although she was sure she looked like hell, it seemed her bed-mate didn't care as he gazed at her with clear admiration shining in those big blues. Darcy laughed huskily, reaching her fingers out to languidly trail a path down his exposed abdomen. She couldn't take her eyes off that chest, the golden wiry hairs that were sprinkled along the otherwise smooth planes. She bit her lip and walked her tingling fingers lower, this time watching his eyes widen and go dark with heat.
She didn't stop until her hand was firmly wrapped around him, squeezing the impossibly hard shaft.
"Good morning, Mr. Apple Pie." She hummed, leaning forward to kiss one finely muscled pec. He responded by grasping the back of her neck and pulling her face towards his in a fierce display of passion. The kiss was needy, painfully erotic, and more than she could have ever asked for. Odin's beard, she hadn't expected him to act with so much fucking raw desire. It was amazing!
Reluctantly, she released her hold on him, only to push him back and straddle those perfectly shaped hips of his. He mumbled a quick, "Fuck." And just the idea of him cursing sent waves of heat coursing through her veins as she lowered herself slowly onto his arousal.
She rode him hard, taking and giving all she had in the lazy morning sunlight that filtered through her heavy curtains. His fingers dug into her hips, branding her with the bruises that would likely form. His head was thrown back, exposing the tight column of his throat. She watched amazed as his blond hair became tousled, stunning blue eyes half lidded and glazed with lust, and the most sinful moan escape that perfect mouth of his. She had wanted a little nibble of that neck since she'd first seen him and now, with him writhing under her, she couldn't pass the opportunity.
Darcy slowly ran her teeth down the side, tasting sweat and lust. Steve Fucking Rogers was gasping like a fish out of water and she couldn't help but feel an immense sense of pride. She moved her hips in rhythm, all the while kissing and teasing.
She could feel the buildup begin in her stomach and her own thrusts became uneven. He lifted his hips to meet her, another curse on his lips making her clench around him. Knowing her end was so very near, she mindlessly acted on impulse, biting his shoulder. His reaction to her little nip was purely primal. He growled her name and a curse as they came together in muffled gasps and fevered kisses. She lay spent atop him, legs still quivering from her orgasm.
"Morning ma'am." He replied at last.
9:30 am – Darcy's Kitchen
She was eating the bowl of chocolaty cereal, neither of them too much in the mood to cook, when someone started banging on her door as if the damn building was on fire.
"Jesus, I'm coming!" Darcy yelled, then smiled roguishly. She had not too long ago... Twice.
She took a second to brace herself and rearrange her face to not look so drunk on Steve; said man having jumped in the shower. She staggered to the door not caring that she wore only a thin tank-top and a pair of small boy shorts. It was probably Jane anyway. She had a snarky yet loveable quip on her lips as she opened the door, only to have the clever words die in her mouth.
Of course. Thor.
The large blond smiled brightly, then noticing her (lack of) clothes flushed red and turned around to face the opposite wall.
"My Lady Darcy, I did not mean to catch you unaware in such a state of undress. My apologies!" He boomed, fidgeting a bit. Darcy rarely saw Thor all flustered. Thinking only of easing his discomfort, she smiled sweetly at his casually clothes back.
"It's cool, dude. Come in, I'll go put on some real people clothes." She laughed, quickly darting to her room. She tossed on a pair of comfy jeans and a knit shirt as quickly as possible. Deeming herself appropriate (as much as she can with ladies like hers), she went to great her otherworldly friend.
Which normally wouldn't have been a problem, but Steve just so happened to exit the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around that trim waist.
Thor stared open mouthed. Steve froze to the spot. She wanted to laugh. Or dig a hole and hide. Whichever came first.
But sadly neither was an option as Thor turned to her, hand clenching. His brow was lowered and he looked thoroughly flustered.
"Uh, so…" She started, rocking on her feet. What the hell was a girl supposed to say?
"Thor." Steve offered albeit stiffly. She could tell they were both sizing up the situation. Thor, who was more brotherly than her actual brothers, and Steve who looked a bit peeked at having been caught red handed were standing at opposite sides of her living room, which right now, seemed way too small.
The Norseman nodded and mumbled a greeting, though she could just feel the tension coming off them both in waves. Darcy knew that Steve hadn't intended to sleep with her. Hell, she hadn't intended to Frick-frack either (not yet anyways) andf by the way he was looking, she was becoming nervous.
Not to mention Thor looked like he was two seconds away from shoving the coffee table down Steve's throat. Better go with the fail safe.
"Ok boys, let's put away the rulers and have ourselves a sit-down. And although it kills me to say this, you should at least put some pants on." She looked encouragingly to Steve. He looked at her with relieved, though still tight, smile playing on his lips. She let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding and turned quickly to find Thor rubbing a large hand over his eyes.
"You ok, bud?" She asked, grabbing his elbow and steering his large self to the living room. Clutter from last night still littered the coffee table but it went ignored as he sat heavily. She perched herself on the ottoman across from him, not able to help the smile that was twisting her lips. It was a little habit of hers. If she felt uncomfortable or awkward, she simply smiled. Grams used to say, "A lady who smiled when she was sad or mad is one you don't want to fuck with." And she was right.
The Norseman's old blue eyes found hers, his eyes examine her with worry and affection. Yeesh! It's not like she's dead.
"Thor?" She questioned, a little put off by the whole situation.
"I apologize." He offered quietly. He shook his shaggy blond hair and smiled ruefully at her. "In truth, I see you much as I would a sister if I had one. I was not prepared to find this." He waved a hand towards her bedroom where Steve was taking a suspiciously long time to throw on some clothes. Damn it.
"It's not like I killed a man." She grumbled darkly. Thor merely laughed, his boisterous voice making her smile genuinely. Darcy knew he saw her as a sister and really, all jokes aside, she really thought of him as a brother. So his behavior isn't too crazy. She would've liked to have told him a different way, but life has a way throwing handsome men in there to complicate things.
"And yet I would find that more likely." He chuckled. She grinned wolfishly, knowing that it was definitely more likely that she would be found a murderess than a mistress.
"True but I really like him, so be nice." She finally said as seriously as she could. The tall man nodded but his gaze still searched her face, worry creasing his brows.
"And doth the Captain feel the same?" He asked, leaning forward on his elbows. Before she could answer, the deep and sultry voice that had haunted her dreams rang trough the room.
"Although that is entirely mine and Darcy's business, I do indeed feel the same." Steve announced, handsome (even if he was dressed), in the button up and slacks from yesterday. She was about to jump up and kiss him when Thor stood, holding out a large hand taking everyone by surprise.
Steve took it immediately, reverting to some old timey manners, though she didn't miss the way they seemed to be squeezing a little (lot) harder than necessary. After that testosterone filled handshake. Darcy was ready to just call it a day, but oh no! Not for her.
Thor turned to her, a mischievous smile lighting his eyes in a way that was so much like his brothers, it was nuts. What was he up to?
"I came to enlighten you to my true purpose of the festival. I am going to ask Jane for her hand and hopefully wed her on the final day of celebration!" He grinned charmingly, as if what he just said hadn't rocked her socks right off. Jane would totally jump in, seeing as she's been bemoaning her "biological clock". The woman was half crazy about this guy even with all the (really big) kinks they would need to work out. The whole 'two separate worlds' thing was just something these two love birds ignored. So Jane would say yes and be married, Norse God style on Asgaurd.
And of course Jane would want Darcy there. Which meant leaving Steve here...? Oh Frack.