Day 13- Model/Intern!AU/Anita Blake Series Crossover
Day 13
Model/Intern AU- Anita Blake Crossover
Darcy/Steve
Rated E
New York City, Couvrir Fashion Magazine- Present Day
“He’s looking over here again,” Clint says softly as he helps Darcy finish setting up the racks of designer clothes for the photo shoot. She has her back to the room, and at his words has to fight back the urge to turn and look at the subject in question.
It’s not that she doesn’t believe Clint, she’d seen for herself the way Steven Rogers’, (THE Steven Rogers’!), eyes had tracked her progress around the room since he’d arrived, and she knows he wouldn’t mess with her like that. He can be a pranky, sarcastic bastard, but he’s never been a sadistic and utterly cruel, pranky, sarcastic bastard.
And Clint knows just exactly how Steve Rogers’ eyes on her makes her feel. He’s been her number one favorite model since he signed on to work a show for Antonio Di Fierro, the ultimate Vampire fashion designer, the year before and been a rising star of the industry ever since.
All the Intern’s at Couvrir Fashion Magazine had a favorite model at any given second, but, as so common in the fashion industry, they tended to be fickle creatures who's love shifted from week to week, or even day today. Not Darcy, though. There was just something about Steven Rogers that spoke to all the facets and parts of herself, even, perhaps the ones she was afraid to acknowledge.
It didn’t help that he was a known carrier of Lycanthropy. Something about the supernatural community had always fascinated Darcy, and though there was an ever growing number of Vampires and Weres in the entertainment and fashion industries, he was the one she felt the most drawn to.
He was just so… beautiful.
With his lips and hair and his body, tall and muscled in perfectly proportioned lines, he was her ideal man in every physical way. When she’d heard that she had been assigned to help with a photo shoot they were doing featuring Di Fierro’s new fall line, and that the models hired would be exclusively from the Supe community she’d prayed harder then she’d ever prayed in her life. Seeing his name on the list had been more than just a faith affirming event, it had been nigh on orgasmic.
Her hands had worked on autopilot to help Clint arrange the clothes on the hangers and make sure everything was in order as her thoughts drifted over the blond model and all his appealing attributes. When Clint poked his head through between two hangers and whispered her name, it startled her from her thoughts so badly, her whole body jerked.
He laughed and grinned in triumph.
“You ass,” she hissed, her hand over her chest. “You know my heart is already racing, I don’t need you jumping out and giving me a heart attack, too.”
“Fair enough, #1 Fan. Why don’t you go get coffee for all the models. I’m sure they’d appreciate it. Then maybe you can find out what all the staring is about,” He said, pulling his head back and then walking around to stand next to her.
“You think?” She asked, risking a glance at where his eyes were taking in the cluster of models as they waited for the lighting and background guys to finish setting up. She just managed to catch the blond’s head as it turned away from her and back to the gorgeous vampire woman with the pale skin that almost seemed to glow and the hair that was as red as the blood she drank to sustain her ethereal beauty.
“Sure, I mean, they’ve been here just as long as we have. They had hair and make up to get done, so they had to be here extra early.” His voice was casual, but his eyes were watching her with a teasing mirth. The shoot was happening during the pre-pre-dawn hours to accommodate for the Vampire models that had to be back to their dens before sunrise. Darcy had seen a lot of yawning among the human staff, though she was almost too worked up to feel anything but a low-buzzing adrenaline rush.
“Of course, that makes sense. I mean, the Vampires don’t drink coffee, but maybe the Weres could use some. I’d be nice to offer at least, right?”
“Right,” Clint agreed, with a perfectly reasonable nod.
“Right,” Darcy said and took a deep breath, girding her mental loins, and then turning to walk over to the Craft Service Table where a shiny chrome carafe of coffee stood tall and gleaming. There were three Vampires and four Weres in the group. It was sort of awkward trying to hold four coffees, but there weren’t any drink carriers on the table, so she had to make do.
She said a silent prayer of thanks when she managed to make her way over without spilling or dropping anything or otherwise making a fool of herself. She cleared her throat politely as she approached, though she knew they knew she was there, and held up the cups when they turned.
“Coffee?”
Darcy was pleased when her voice sounded perfectly normal. The two Maximoff Twins accepted a cup each before turning back to their conversation with the tall Viking of a Vampire Thor. Virginia Potts, a tall willowy Were who was rumored to be the lover of Di Fierro’s gave her a grateful smile and nodded as she accepted a cup.
Turning lastly to Steven Rogers, she offered the remaining cup. He leaned forward at took it, his eyes on hers and a pleasant tilt to his mouth. Then, his fingers brushed hers and his eyes immediately dropped, his lovely face flaring pink and red with blush.
It took her breath away, and for a moment she could do nothing but stare as he raised the cup to his mouth and took a careful sip.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned softly and then lifted his eyes to her again, his face still flushed. “That’s very good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she whispered, her mouth felt suddenly dry and her voice sounded slightly huskier then normal. The color in his cheeks deepened visibly and she had to close her eyes momentarily to keep from gasping out loud at the sight. What was wrong with him? Why did he keep blushing and looking up at her through his impossibly long and thick eyelashes like a bashful puppy?
She reminded herself to be cool and keep her thoughts and actions professional. She turned to look at the woman standing at Steve’s side, the red-headed one. “Is there anything I can get for you?”
The woman raised an eyebrow and a slow smirk blossomed on her full, red lips. “I haven’t had breakfast, yet,” she answered, and her voice slipped over Darcy like her favorite satin and lace nightgown. “I admit, I am feeling a bit hungry. Do you think I’ll have time for a bite before the photographer arrives?”
“Natasha!” Steven hissed, his eyes going wide as he glanced between them.
“What?” Natasha asked, perfectly innocent. “She offered.”
“That’s not what she meant, and you know it,” the tall blond man scolded gently and shot and apologetic look Darcy’s way.
Natasha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her shapely chest. “You’re no fun, Steve.” Her sultry smirk never faded, though, and she winked lasciviously at Darcy.
Darcy bowed her head, letting her hair fall around her face, knowing her own cheeks were probably more than a little pink at the thought of the stunning woman putting her mouth on her neck. Heat blossomed from the simmering bud that had been present all morning between her thighs, into a full multi-petaled flower of desire.
It was all she could do to keep from pressing her thighs together under the short curtain of her skirt.
“Stop it, Natasha.” All the timid, bashful boy had gone from Steve’s voice. His command was the kind that you dared not disobey, a core of power dipped in liquid steel.
The Red-headed Vamp looked sharply up at him and raised an eyebrow in challenge. “You dare command me?” she asked, her voice still light and playful, but with a noticeable edge beneath it.
“You’re being rude,” he answered, though the way he said the word 'rude' made Darcy think that he really meant something else. Something that she had no context to understand.
There seemed to be a whole conversation going on between them that she couldn’t grasp, even the other Supes had turned and were watching the three of them.
“Fine,” Natasha conceded, and the air around them visibly relaxed. “You’re right. Now is not the time, or the place.” The ivory-skinned woman turned back to Darcy and her face had softened considerably. “Perhaps, later, little закуска*.”
Darcy felt the heat between her legs and tightness in her belly evaporate, as though she’d been lounging in a bubbling hot tub for hours and she had suddenly stood from the water and been dried by the cool night air.
Steven continued to glare, but the tightness in his jaw had vanished. He looked like he might have said something else, but they were all saved from more uncomfortableness by the Photographer striding into the room, her bird like frame covered in denim and flannel and a pop-tart bobbing between her lips.
“All right, people, time to work,” Jane Foster announced, and everyone began moving around the room into their assigned places.
Just like that, it was business as usual, and it was time for Jane to do what Jane did best. Darcy sat back and watched as she looked through her camera and captured the stars.
The shoot was a sort of slow-burning torture for Darcy. Watching as the models moved their bodies and faces this way and that, creating tableau after tableau of emotion and narrative with a pose and an costume, then moving in a flurry as they stripped down to their underwear and climbed into a new outfit just to start it all over again.
It was beauty and grace juxtaposed with energy and purpose, with sensuality and longing drizzled over every moment.
In all fairness, Darcy doubted any of the other people in the room felt exactly that way. For most of them, this was just work, just a job, which was how Darcy usually saw these things, but somehow, this shoot was different. She felt different. Whether it was having the Supernaturals there in general, or having Steven Rogers there specifically, she wasn’t sure. Probably, it was both.
She watched him the most, of course.
He was so confident and talented, flowing with the other models around him at Jane’s instructions and directions in a show of modeling genius.
Her eyes traced every dip and contour of muscle, every inch of exposed skin as it shifted at his command. He was the living embodiment of art. She was a little concerned that her panties were going to burst into flames, though that might be improbable, given how wet they were. Her life was a confusing mix of contradictions at the moment.
Clint had to nudge her with his elbow every time it was time for them to help out, removing clothes, bringing over the next pieces to go on, moving set pieces or props out of the way, or fetching coffee or another pop-tart for Jane.
Before she knew it, the shoot was over, and everyone was packing up. She felt her heart lurch a little at the idea that Steven Rogers was about to leave and she might never get another chance to talk to him or see him again, outside the pages of the fashion magazine.
He surprised her though, by approaching her after waving goodbye to the other models and watching them depart.
“Hey,” he said, his quiet, shy self having reemerged since he’d stepped out from in front of the camera.
“Hello,” she said, looking up into his brilliant blue eyes as he stepped next to her. “Can I help you with something?”
He blushed again and shook his head. “Uh, no. I just wanted to apologize for Natasha. For earlier.”
“Oh, really?” Darcy asked, more that slightly surprised. “What for? I mean, she didn’t really do anything wrong.”
He cringed then, and looked at his feet. “Well, she kind of did. I mean- she wasn’t very nice.”
Darcy was horrified when she let out a very un-sexy snort. “Yeah, well, models aren’t exactly known for being nice.” She realized how that sounded just a moment too late and did her own cringing. “No offense.” She added in a hasty bid to recover, “You seem way nicer than most.”
“Thanks?” he said with a nervous laugh. “And I know, about models and nice, I mean. But, still, I just wanted to tell you I was sorry.”
She gave him an impressed smile. “Well, you didn’t have to. It wasn’t your fault. But thanks anyway,” she added.
“Sure, sure. It’s the least I could do,” he muttered as he kicked his toe against the floor.
She expected him to turn and leave then, his peace spoken, but instead he just stood there, watching his feet and pulling his hands in and out of his pockets.
It was adorable and sexy and sweet. She felt all her inhibitions and hesitations melting away.
“You seem really... nice,” she finished lamely. “And you’re really talented. It was so great to get to watch you work first hand, today. I’ve been a really big fan of yours since your first show. It was such an opportunity to work with you,” she gushed.
She immediately regretted it, hating that she’d so completely lost her cool and wishing for a place to hide. Then he looked up at her and his face was a revelation.
“Really? You think I’m talented?”
“Uh- of course! I mean, have you seen yourself? And the way your face just does… it’s so expressive. I always think your photos tell the most amazing stories.”
His smile turned a little sly. “And here I thought I was just selling ridiculously expensive clothing.”
“Well, you’re doing that, too,” she laughed.
His grin got a little wider. “Wow, you’re really beautiful,” he bubbled, his eyes going wide when he realized the words have come out loud. “I mean, I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable…”
“What?” She asked, flustered and self-conscious.
He whined a little in the back of his throat and put his hands over his face. “I’m so sorry. I’ll just go. Sorry to bother you-“ He turned and started away, his shoulders slumped over and she heard him mutter, “fucking pathetic, Rogers,” as he started to slump off.
“What!” she called and chased him, her hand reaching for his arm to turn him around. “No! You’re not bothering me! Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually. I mean, if anyone here is being pathetic, it’s me. I’m the one who’s been watching you like an obsessed fan girl the whole time. Getting all hot and bothered about you and your amazing body and here you are, just doing your job and being such a nice guy, too, I’m the one who should apologize!”
Darcy almost slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Um-“ He said, stunned. “You don’t have to apologize about- uh- getting hot?” His eyes were wide and his mouth slack. “That was all Natasha, anyway.”
“Uh, no,” she said, shaking her head defiantly. “I mean, she’s hot and all, but she was defiantly giving off an “I want to eat you vibe” and not the fun way. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you in person since we found out you were coming here for a job.”
“Oh.” Steven looked like he’d never even considered the idea that she could be attracted to him.
“Dude.” She said, her hand on her hip, “You have seen yourself in the mirror, right? You’re, like, totally gorgeous. Like your name could be Steven ‘ovary-exploding, panty melting, delicious stud of a man’ Rogers.
Steven blushed again. “You can just call me Steve.” Slowly, he extended his hand to her.
She blushed, as well. “Hello, Steve, I’m Darcy.” She reached out and took his hand.
“And I’m Clint,” said Clint as he walked up and put an arm over Darcy’s shoulder. “And I’m pretty sure this is the part where you two adorably awkward puddles of hormones sneak off to the accessories closet and bang like bunny rabbits.”
“Clint!” Darcy hissed and let go of Steve’s hand to shove the other Intern away from her.
“Seriously, dude, she’s been panting after your photos all year.”
Darcy shut her eyes tightly and growled between her teeth. “Barton, if you don't leave now, I’m going to murder you.”
“Sheesh,” he said, sounding particularly offended. “Just trying to help.”
She waited until she was sure he was gone before opening her eyes.
“I think I’ll just go find a nice dark corner to hide in, till I die, which will hopefully be soon,” she sighed, wishing for her face not to be the shade of a tomato, and sure it already was.
“Or,” Steve began, his eyes amused as they swept over her face, “We could do the other thing.”
“What other thing?” She asked, eyes latching onto his.
He shrugged, and shuffled his feet, his hands in his pockets again. “The-uh, closet thing.”
Darcy felt all the air forced from her lungs. “You want to- with me? Now?”
“Only if you want to,” he said quickly, looking like he might lose his grasp on the more confident flirty Steve any second.
“Oh, I want,” she reassured him, reaching out to take his hand again.
His eyes burned on hers the pupils blown as he nodded. “Good,” He licked his lips and she felt herself transfixed by the sight of his freshly glistening flesh.
Darcy took a breath and looked around. There were still a few people around, cleaning up lights or props. Clint waved at her from across the room, grinning like fool.
She cleared her throat and looked back at the towering Were before her. “If you’ll just follow me, Mr. Rogers, I think I can help you with that.”
He nodded solemnly, following her lead. “Of course, miss. I appreciate you taking the time.”
She walked to a doorway that lead out of the photo studio and down a hall to the elevator. She pressed the button for the basement level and they stood side by side. She felt the edge of his pinky brush against her wrist, and looked up to give him a suggestive smile.
He smiled back and she felt the tingles from that single touch spread all the way from her hand to her chest and belly and down between her legs. Anticipation surged, like a narcotic in her veins.
When the doors opened she led him down another hallway, around a corner, and left at an intersection before she reached the door she was looking for. It was a sort of green room for models with a table for refreshments and a large red leather sofa. Three of the four walls were lined with mirrors and counter tops for applying make-up or fixing hair, with a break for a door in the back that lead to a full sized bathroom complete with shower.
She gestured for him to enter and then followed him inside, turning to close and lock the door quickly.
She felt his hands on her hips then, holding her gently, but resolutely and keeping her from turning around.
“Is this okay?” He whispered against her neck, and his voice was deeper, rougher.
“Yes,” she sighed and leaned back into his warm, firm body.
Lifting one hand, he swept her hair away from her neck and draped it over her left shoulder. She shivered as the strands brushed her oversensitive skin followed by the warm caress of his breath.
“I’ve been wondering something since I first laid eyes on you,” he spoke, his words vibrating against her back as much as her ears.
“What’s that?”
“I want to know if you feel as good as you look.”
His hands moved slowly, the left one, on her hair, falling down over her shoulder and trailing fingertips along the skin of her forearms, raising every hair on her body. The right one, on her hip, slid around to her stomach, pulling her back against his hips.
“Mmmmmm…?” she moaned lightly, her whole body buzzing with the thrill of his hands on her.
“In your short little skirt,” he said, almost accusing as his left hand moved down to draw his fingertips tips up the back of thigh and under the skirt in question. “And your tight little sweater…” His right palm pressed flat and smoothed up her stomach before inching, oh so slowly, over the curve of her right breast. He neither squeezed, nor pressed, he simply cupped and held, the heat of his hand just as present as the pressure.
She ached for something more, anything more, but he waited, lingering, drawing it out. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, Darcy arched her back, pressing her chest into his hand and her ass into his groin. She had to rock up onto her toes to reach an effective angle, but it was worth it to feel the exhalation of his breath against the back of her neck.
“What’s the verdict?” she whispered, rolling her hips up and down and around.
“You do feel really good,” he admitted, then palmed her left butt cheek and tightened his grip on her right breast, his thumb and index finger closing on her nipple and pinching. “I think I can make you feel even better, though.”
Two fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear and slid around to her front where it pressed unerringly between the lips of her pussy. Steve gathered some of her slick and then coated her clit thoroughly as he moved his two fingers in small, tight circles over the sensitive bud.
She couldn’t help the groan that slipped out and her hips jerked in reflex.
He held her there, working her clit, dipping in for a bit more wet when the need arose, and getting her closer and closer to coming. The finger tweaking her nipple used the jolts of pleasure as a rhythmic counterpoint to the fingers inside her panties.
When her orgasm hit it was a full body shock that left her twitching and moaning in his arms. His mouth found the top of her neck and the wet warmth on her skin kept her grounded as she came down, the flood of endorphins leaving her limbs tingling.
“And here I thought you were a nice boy,” she said once she was able to speak again.
“I can be a nice boy,” he said, his smile moving against her neck as he moved up to kiss behind her ear.
“Uh uh,” she said with a insistent shake of her head. “Nice boys don’t make you come like that.”
“How do they make you come?” He asked as he turned her around. “I’m a fast learner, if you have time to show me.”
“We’ll see,” she grinned and slid her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His mouth was teasing and playful, nipping and licking and darting against hers, only to pull away.
Darcy laughed as his hands tickled along her ribs and she pushed him back towards the couch. He reached behind him to put a hand against the arm as he leaned back against it to keep from toppling over.
She reached out and started unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling it out of his pants. Darcy pressed her lips to the line of exposed flesh from the base of his throat to his abs, licking and scraping her teeth over the ridges of muscle.
Steve gasped and slid his fingers into her hair, messaging her scalp as she worked lower, dropping to her knees. She worked open his belt with nimble fingers and then unzipped him and pushed down his pants and boxer briefs, freeing his length.
He swelled and grew even harder as she licked her palm and gave him a few slow pulls. He was good sized, with a thick purple head and neatly manscaped pubic hair. With a smoldering glance up the line of his body she pursed her lips and kissed the tip, flicking out her tongue to tease his slit.
“Fuck-“ he chocked and his hips jerked voluntarily. She felt his hands in his hair tighten slightly and tug the hair in his fists just a little.
Darcy smiled and groaned at the hair pulling. It was always the quiet ones you had to look out for, right?
She took him in her mouth and sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she began moving up and down his phallus. As she picked up speed, he pulled her hair up, gathering it in both hands to hold it out of her face so he could watch with an unobstructed view as she bobbed on his erection.
“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” he said with a sigh as he leaned back a little more and tilted back his head. “You perfect lips… that quick little tongue…”
Presently, she was using her tongue to flick across his frenulum every time she pulled back. She began alternating with tonguing his slit at random intervals and his moaning increased in volume and frequency as she quickened her pace.
“Christ, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” His voice was getting a growly quality that vibrated down his shaft and right over her tongue.
She moaned and the feedback of sensation caused him to grip the leather armrest tightly with one hand as he held her hair with the other. “That’s so good- fuck, that’s good.”
She tried to grin, her mouth stretched around him as she worked at taking him deeper into her mouth each time. The head of his dick hit her soft pallet and pushed back and she fought down her gag reflex. The next plunge proved too much for her, however, and she gagged a bit anyway, then pulled back to give herself a chance to breath. The sight of his member covered in thick, glistening saliva made the pit of her stomach drop out and the pressure of lust surge heavy in her still soaked underwear.
She stroked him with her hand, keeping the rhythm she had built with her mouth and squeezing as she twisted her wrist around his tip.
When she went to put her mouth back on him again, he stopped her with his grip on her hair.
“Wait, I’m going to come,” Steve exclaimed, his chest heaving.
“That’s the plan,” she said with a smirk. “You’re clean, right?”
“Well, yeah,” he said, then frowned as if there was something he was trying to remember. “Except the Lycanthropy.”
“Oh, well, I can’t catch that if you haven’t changed, right?”
“Right.” He sounded surprised that she knew that. “It doesn’t freak you out?”
“No,” she answered and raised an eyebrow as she slowed her hand on his cock. “Should it? You do have control, right? You aren’t going to shift on me, are you?”
“No,” he protested, “I mean, yes, I have control, no, I’m not going to shift on you. That would be worse than awful. It’s just that- well, most girls- they’re not-“
“Not what? Educated? Trusting? Open to letting a guy they just met and couple hours ago come in their mouth?” She tilted her head and considered for a second. “I probably should be more responsible about protection,” Darcy admitted, “But I just really want to taste you when you come.”
He let out an extremely loud groan and tipped his head back. “You’re killing me, Darcy.”
“You want me to stop?” she teased with another firm pull on his length.
“Fuck, no,” he gasped, and that was it.
She wrapped her lips around him and sucked and licked and bobbed her head and he was coming, hot spurts of his stuff on the back of her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more, cleaning every last drop until he started to go soft and whimper from sensitivity.
With a pop, she released him and climbed to her feet. She licked her lips and smirked proudly as he worked to catch his breath.
“That was-“ gasp, pant, “You are-“ heave, sigh, “Christ, you're perfect.”
His hand was still holding her hair on the back of her neck and he pulled her into a rough, sloppy kiss. She pushed her hands under the edges of the shirt he still wore unbuttoned and kneaded her nails against his chest.
“Mmmmm,” He hummed as he pulled back, “Can I keep you?”
Darcy grinned and bit the corner of her lip. “I’ll tell you what.” She reached down and pulled her sweater over her head. “You bend me over the arm of this couch and fuck me real good, and I’ll take you to breakfast and we can talk about it. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” he replied, a lust dazed smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.
“Cool,” Darcy smiled and leaned in to nuzzle under his chin with her nose.
“So cool,” Steve agreed.