Day 19- Radio Shows!AU/Fallout Crossover
Day 19
Radio Show AU- Fallout Crossover
Bucky/Clint/Darcy
Rated E
Vault 117, (somewhere in what used to be upstate New York)- 2153
Limping down the brightly lit corridor, Clint shuffled along with his crutch and grumbled under his breath, for the millionth time, about the indignity of having to use his Pip Boy’s vault map to find his way. He was a fucking Duct Crawler, for fuck's sake. If this was his section of the vault he could have maneuvered it with his eyes closed, busted ankle or no.
This wasn’t his section, however. This was a part of the vault that he didn’t think very many people ever got to see. He was on level 7, down in the very deepest depths of the hole in the ground they called home.
His Pip Boy flickered briefly and he paused in his progress so that he could reach down and flick the screen. Once it cleared up, he shambled on. When he reached the end of a T section and took the left his map indicated. Now that he was around the corner, he could see the glowing sign against the right hand wall that declared this to be “Communications Central”. With a relieved sigh, he turned the power off and lowered his wrist.
He passed the sign and began reading the plaques above each of the doors he passed. He passed “Vault 117 Security Monitoring Station”, “External Security Monitoring Station”, and “Inter-broadcast Analysis” before he reached his specific destination: “Vault 117 PA System Broadcasting”.
He pressed his hand to the activation panel and, after the doors slid apart, limped inside. The room he entered was larger than he’d expected, and contained a baffling amount of electronic equipment and stacks and stacks of crates that held bright colored squares that had different pictures or illustrations on them. In the back of the room he could see a chair pulled up to an array of panels with more buttons and sliding dials than Clint could even begin to imagine a function for. Beyond that, there was a large glass fronted room, with its own arrangement of instruments and displays, with the addition of a large microphone on a swivel boom that attached to the far side of the desk.
Inside, he could make out the shape of a man, sitting at the panel, his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut. Clint assumed he was sleeping. Hopefully, this was James Barnes, the Communications Supervisor, and the man he was supposed to report to for the duration of his mandated light-duty period.
“Hey, man, are you Supervisor Barnes?” Clint called as he walked further into the room.
The man’s face twitched, but he didn’t respond, or even open his eyes. Clint tried again.
“Hello?”
The guy’s eyes squeezed a little tighter shut and his mouth dropped open, but if he was making any kind of sound, Clint couldn’t hear it.
“Can you hear me?” He walked closer, leaning heavily on his crutch as he approached, his gut telling him there was something off about the situation.
It was pretty obvious now that the guy wasn’t asleep. Clint watched as his head tipped back even farther and his mouth moved as though he was saying something, but there was no sound. The guy looked like he was in pain, too.
Clint reacted out of instinct.
It might have gone down differently if Clint hadn't been on light duty because he’d fallen down a ventilation shaft while fighting off a new incursion of the giant rad-roaches that had eaten through into the top most layer of the vault and into his section of ducts. That was also why he’d been assigned here. He was supposed to record a new message for the PA system on how to report a rad-roach sighting, what to do during a lock down due to a rad-roach sighting, and the best way to defend against a rad-roach attack, should the worst happen.
With his mind on rad-roachs, he didn’t even consider the possibility of another explanation until it was almost too late.
Seeing a door on the far right that could only open into the small, apparently sound proof room, he hopped over to it as quick as his busted leg would allow. When he reached it, he gripped the handle tightly and prepared to yank with all his might, trying to work out what his next step would be (assess the danger, look for possible weapons, use crutch as bludgeon if necessary), when his brain finally caught on to what his eyes were telling him.
The door of the booth had a large window pane of glass running the center length of the entire door. Now that he was close enough, he could see that the man was most likely not in pain, and definitely not under attack by rad-roaches.
He managed to freeze, just before pulling the door open, and stood staring, his face lack with shock.
The thing he hadn’t been able to see before, the crucial missing piece of the puzzle as to what the hell was going on, that now clicked almost violently into place, was that there was, not a disgusting hyper-mutant insect between the man’s legs, but a girl, woman really, with long dark curls, on her knees between the guy’s feet. Her head was bobbing quickly as she glided her mouth up and down on the man’s cock, her cheeks hollowed as she, apparently, sucked for all she was worth.
Clint felt his mouth go dry as comprehension, then shock, and finally shame, mixed with arousal, spread through him. He couldn’t look away, now that he had the whole view.
The man had his hands in the girls hair, pulling it out of the way so that he could see everything as the girl blew him. His eyes now open and watching her as he spoke words that Clint couldn’t hear, but that seemed to please the woman as he watched her lips try and stretch into a smile around the impressively thick dick in her mouth.
Then, she did something Clint had only heard about in whispered gossip in the men’s bathing facilities. She took the entire length of his phallus deep into her throat, pressing her nose all the way to his hips as she swallowed around him.
Clint could see her throat working, the muscles tensing and convulsing. The man’s head tipped back again, very obviously not in pain, as his mouth fell open again and he let out what had to be a very loud and appreciative moan. His hips jerked minutely in the chair, a repressed instinct to thrust against such all-consuming pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like an impossibly long time to Clint, the girl slid back and one of her hands took over, stroking the shaft as she grinned and caught her breath. Then, she lowered her head again, her tongue coming out and licking from base to tip and then swirling around his head as she continued to work the guy’s cock like it was her only goal in life.
Just as he was starting to realize how inappropriate it was for him to continue to stand there and watch the girl as she sucked the guy off, her lips now pressing in as she moved them up and down on his length with a quickly building rhythm, the man’s grip tightened in her hair, his mouth moving frantically as he babbled something.
The woman nodded around his cock and then he could tell the guy was coming. His whole body seemed to lock up, his back bowing slightly as he shuddered into her mouth.
She managed to swallow most of it, though a small trickle of white escaped the corner of her lips closest to Clint, and he watched mesmerized as it dripped slowly down the curve of her narrow chin. He actually moaned out loud and was relieved when the two people behind the door didn’t notice. Apparently, the soundproofing went both ways.
The brunette pulled off, letting the still mostly hard cock flop again the guy’s stomach, where it left a wet little spot on the front of his undershirt visible between the unzipped edges of his blue and yellow uniform. She smirked up at the man, her hands on his knees as she licked her lips. She started to lift one hand from where it gripped the top of his thigh, but he caught her hand, leaning down to swipe his tongue over the stripe down her chin and then kiss her, wet and dirty.
“Fuck,” Clint murmured and reached down to adjust himself inside his own blue and yellow suit. He had to get himself under control, had to breathe and figure out how to get out of the room before they noticed he was there, watching them like a fucking creeping tom.
As if on cue, the man in the booth tucked himself in and zipped up his vault suit before pushing his chair back to stand up and offering a hand to the woman on her knees.
Clint jerked away from the door and it’s see-through window. Glaring at his cast he realized there was no way he could make it across the room before he would be noticed. He hobbled backwards and leaned against the console behind him and flipped on his Pip Boy. Pretending to be looking over his schedule, he rested his hands on his hips and hoped it would block the sight of his hard-on until he could calm down.
When the door opened a dozen or so seconds later, it was like the sound of voices was flipped on with a switch.
“-can’t right now, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later, Darce.”
“You fucking better, Bucky. Cause I’m- Shit! Who the fuck are you!?”
Clint glanced up, as if noticing them for the first time. “I’m Clint Barton. I was told to report here to Supervisor Barnes.”
“Uh-“ The guys said looking at Clint, then the woman, then back at the still open door of the booth. “Did you-“ He paused, considered and then shook his head. “Never mind, I’m James Barnes. You’re Clint? You’re early.”
There was enough accusation in his tone to make Clint feel guilty and defensive. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know how long it was going to take me to hobble down here with my leg, so…” He waved vaguely at his cast with one hand, “Sorry.”
The curvy girl, Clint could now fully appreciate her figure, narrowed her blue eyes at him. It didn’t look like she was going to buy into his whole “I’m totally innocent and totally didn’t just watch you suck off your supervisor” routine.
“Why are you here, Clint?” she asked, biting off the T harshly. When he opened his mouth to answer she put a hand up and turned to the man beside her. “Barnes, why is he here?”
“That’s actually what I came down here to tell you, Lewis, before you… Before.” He glanced back at the booth, up at the woman and then back at Clint. “The Overseer assigned Clint here to help us record a new protocol broadcast. I need you to help him get set up and record it before the end of second shift.”
“What!?” The woman, Lewis apparently, yelled, reaching out to punch Barnes in the shoulder. “That’s bullshit, Barnes, and you know it! You told me I could start recording my This Day in History segments today. I’ve already got the tape set up and everything!”
“Sorry, Darcy, this just came down from the top. I only got the bulletin at the beginning of shift. Something about rad-roaches-“ Supervisor Barnes said with an apologetic shrug.
“It’s still fucking bullshit,” Lewis glared, not looking much appeased. “There’s always something. I never get to do what I want to do.”
“That’s not true,” the man argued, he lifted his hand to run it over his hair where it was pulled into a bun at the back of his head, and snagged his fingers, his metal fingers, in the hair and yanked the bun loose. “You did that series about the old world presidents, remember, and the thing on Norse mythology-“ He grumbled while he attempted to extract his hair from the joints of his hand. “Fuck, look, Darcy, I don’t have time for this. Once I get Barton here settled in with you I’ve got to make my rounds to the other departments and make my report to the Overseer. Just, help him out, get his message recorded, and then show him around. He’s supposed to help out around her for a few weeks, get this place cleaned up and help you go through the archives. You said you wanted help for that project, right? Well, I got you some help.”
She sighed heavily and threw up her hands. “Fine. Maybe he won’t be totally useless with that busted foot, but if he gives me any trouble, Bucky, there will be hell to pay!”
“Fair enough,” the guy said with smile as his face relaxed. He set about fixing his hair, and then offered his hand to Clint to shake. “Sorry things are so crazy around here. I-uh- well, we’re not really used to company down here on 7 so-“
The young man, Clint guessed he had to be even a few years younger than Clint himself, blushed and wouldn’t meet his eyes as they shook hands. He guessed that was as much of an apology as he was going to get for walking in to find them in such a compromising position. Not that he cared, really. As long as they were doing Their Part to keep things running smoothly here in the vault, it wasn’t any skin off his nose if they were messing around while on shift. He couldn’t even honestly say he wished he hadn’t had to see it. It had been hot as hell, though the timing could have been better.
“Just tell me what to do,” Clint said, giving them both an easy smile. “I don’t mind hard work, and I hate not being useful, so, anything I can manage to do, I’ll be glad to help out.”
“Darcy here will help you get started. She takes care of the broadcasts over the PA system for second and third shift, so she’s the expert on all of this stuff,” he said, waving his arm at the stacks and piles of electronics. “She get you taken care of, uh- er, I mean she’ll walk you through doing your recording and then tell you what to do. To help out, I mean.”
Clint looked at Darcy and raised an eyebrow as if to ask if this guy was for real. He was the Communications Supervisor, but he didn’t seem to know much about the Communications side of things, and he wasn’t exactly screaming Supervisor either.
Darcy just glared at him and then shoved Barnes towards the door. “Yes, fine. Go, do your thing. I’ll help out the newbie and show him the ropes, but you owe me, Barnes, seriously. Like double own me.” She gave him a significant look as they reached the door.
“Sure thing, Darce,” he said with a slow smirk and then cleared his throat and looked up at Clint when he recalled they weren’t actually alone. “I’ll be back after I give my report and we can… we can discuss your… er, compensation.”
“Great, now get the fuck out of my studio.” Darcy said and slapped her hand down on the activation panel.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a fond grin and left.
“You,” she said, pointing at Clint as she strode back across the room. “Come with me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered and followed her into the glass booth.
She told him to sit in the chair, which he managed not to check for wet spots before plopping down obediently. “Right, so, let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Uh- I’ve got an outline here of the new protocols I set up with Security Supervisor Rogers-“ he began and lifted his Pip Boy to show her.
“An outline! You don’t even have a script?!” she growled and tipped back her head in irritation. “Fucking amateur hour! Fine, let me see your outline.” She said bitingly and almost dislocated his shoulder pulling the device on his wrist closer to her face.
Clint sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. He watched her as she scanned the file, a small crease running between her eyebrows as she continued to scowl. It was fairly easy to see that she was upset with his presence, and determined to hate him. The way he figured it, it was either because she knew he had seen her and Barnes, which wasn’t actually his fault, or it was because he was there interrupting her regularly scheduled programming, which wasn’t his fault either. He was just following orders.
Whatever the reason, he couldn’t help but feel he was getting blamed for things that were out of his control. It wasn’t that he expected everyone to like him, or that she owed it to him to get along, but he was assigned to the PA studio for the duration of his light duty, which the doc had said would probably be at least six weeks.
Never one to shy away from confrontation, he figured he didn’t have anything to lose by trying to resolve the contention between them.
“So, would you say you’re more angry that I saw your boyfriends penis or that you have to babysit my crippled ass?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
She didn’t even glance at him as she said, “The second one, definitely. I couldn’t care less about you seeing Barnes with his dick out. And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend," she added as an afterthought.
Clint couldn’t help but frown, “So you and he…”
“Judge much?” she said, her scowl deepening.
“I’m not judging you, I’m just… confused.”
She eyed him for a moment, seeming to search his face for some hint of disapproval. When she found none she shrugged and pulled a pen out from behind her ear and began making notes on a clipboard. “About 85 percent of what we do here is automated, so it can get pretty boring. We have a casual agreement for when things get extra slow, or when one of us needs to blow off steam, or relieve tension, whatever.”
“Well, it’s none of my business, so, I don’t care what you do.” He said casually. “As for the other thing-“
“You mean the babysitting thing?”
“Yeah, that. Just, for the record, this wasn’t my idea. I don’t exactly want to be here, either. If they weren’t rationing stimpaks right now, this,” he lifted his leg, unwieldy cast and all, “wouldn’t even slow me down, but there’s some kind of issue with production right now, so they’re 'emergency use only.' Believe me when I say I didn’t ask to be knocked down that vent shaft by a bunch of fucking rad-roaches, but there you have it. And now, apparently, Security Supervisor Rogers thinks my run-in makes me some kind of expert, so I’m down here, way out of my depth, and with no idea what I’m supposed to be doing. So, if there’s anything I can do to make this go easier for the both of us, then you should tell me, so I can do it. I can help out, do whatever you want, or if you’d prefer me to just get out of your way and keep my mouth shut-“
She let out a heavy sigh and slapped her hand over his mouth. “Look, I get it, okay? None of this is your fault. I’m not really mad at you. Truth be told, I’m not really that irritated at having you here, either. Like I said, it gets pretty boring down here, so it might actually be nice to have some company for a change. I’m just…” Darcy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault, I’m not mad at you, it’s fine. I’m just a little… worked up right now. Don’t worry about it, I’ll try and keep my frustration aimed elsewhere.”
He swallowed hard and tried not to look anywhere except her face. “Fair enough,” he said after a minute and only had to clear his throat once. “So, how’s that script coming?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just give me a hot minute. I’m a broadcasting genius, not a miracle worker.”
Clint couldn’t help but grin.
It took them several hours, but they managed to complete a recording of the new protocol that they could put into the automated PA system. Because of the recent incursion, the Overseer wanted it to play every hour for the next week, and then go to three times a day for the rest of forever, probably.
Clint had to admit that watching Darcy work her magic had been more than a little impressive. She’d taken the basic information given to her and turned it into a clear, precise announcement that even the younger residents of the vault could understand and follow easily. She helped him record his voice reading the material and even given him direction on how to make it sound more interesting and captivating. Then she’d cut it and edited it and moved her little knobs and dials this way and that, and by the end, even he didn’t think he sounded like a complete idiot.
They’d worked well together, once she had been able to focus on her work enough to keep herself from dwelling on her sexual frustration. They’d even gotten to a place where they were joking around and maybe even flirting a little. He found her vibrant and entertaining and incredibly intelligent.
With the broadcast spot worked into the cycle of prerecorded messages and queued up music, she’d asked him to help her work on organizing the crates of colorful squares. He’d discovered they were called albums and they were what a lot of the music was stored on.
He was currently helping her alphabetize them as they talked.
“So, you’re, like, basically a lone wolf, huh?” She inquired with a slightly teasing smirk.
“Well, no, not totally. I mean, I know people. I even have a couple of friends that I visit the lounge with from time to time. It’s just that I get what you mean when you talk about the solitude of your work. I have my section of ducts that I work every day, crawling through them for hours, on my own, checking for radiation or biological incursion, doing repairs, and making sure the air is clean and flows clear through my little corner of the vault. So, you know. I work alone, too.”
She nodded. “Explains why you’re such a weirdo,” she teased and he pretended to look around suspiciously.
“Who told?!”
“I’d say your secret’s out, dude,” she laughed and handed him an album that went in the C crate, which was by his right knee.
“Damn,” he laughed back after trying to pretend to pout. It was kind of fun. He could get used to working around other people, if it was always this much fun. His mind wandered to the other kinds of fun that Darcy got up to down here and had to chase his mind back from his inappropriate thoughts. He liked Darcy, he probably shouldn’t be picturing her with her mouth wrapped around his cock, at least not while she was sitting in the same room with him.
“So,” he said after the conversation lull and then cleared his throat, “What’s the deal with Supervisor Barnes? He’s pretty- uh, young to be in charge of an entire department, isn’t he?”
Darcy rolled her eyes and he sensed that she knew exactly what path his mind had taken to get to that change of topic. “You mean, what the hell is he doing running Communications Central when it’s pretty damn obvious he doesn’t know a thing about communications?”
“I mean, he seems like a competent guy, it’s just- yeah? How did he end up down here on 7?” Clint hedged. It wasn’t like he was trying to bad mouth the guy, especially to Darcy. As long as the vault continued to function, he wasn’t gonna bitch, but he was pretty fucking curious. He didn’t judge, he was just confused.
“He actually does much better with the Security monitoring stuff. He leaves me to do what I do best and focuses on the other crews, which works out best for everyone, really.” She paused, reading the label on the album in her hand over and over about eight times before dropping it in the H crate. (It was ABBA, but he wasn’t going say anything)
“You saw the arm, I guess?” She continued, after a few moments to consider what she wanted to tell him.
Clint nodded.
“Well, you remember that lock-down we had about, oh, 15, maybe 16 months ago? The one that lasted for a whole 24 hours?”
He nodded again. He’d been in the vents, and by the time the lock-down had lifted and he’d been able to come out his legs and back had cramped so badly he’d had to go to the dispensary for some Potassium supplements, and been given the next shift off to spend some extra time in the fitness center doing stretches and getting a massage.
“Well, not very many people know that the reason we locked down that day was because there was a raider attack on the front door. Most of the time when raiders from the waste come knocking it isn’t that big of a deal. They shout and shoot off their guns and when they don’t get anywhere, they get frustrated and piss off, and it doesn’t happen very often, so the higher ups never really considered it much of a threat. On that day, though, they were really well armed and organized. They had energy weapons and dynamite explosives, and even some C4, which I can tell you is no bueno.”
Clint listened intently, no longer working on the alphabetization. He’d heard the rumors, of course, but he’d never put much stock in them. The wasteland was supposed to be uninhabitable after all. That’s what they’d always been told. He had so many questions, but he sat back and listened instead as Darcy continued.
“Well, they actually got to a point where the Overseer was worried they were going to breach the door, blow it up and wreck the fucking thing, so he ordered them to open the door and had the entire Security Detail for that shift ready to meet them. Barnes was in that security detail with his team, including Rogers, and the former Security Supervisor Phillips.”
She swallowed, and he could see all the lines in her face get tighter. All her bluff and bluster was gone, and left behind was a woman who was worried and concerned and scared, and a hundred other adjectives that meant she’d had her faith in the security of the vault shaken.
“Most of them didn’t make it, though they managed to take out the raiders, every last one. Rogers made it out alive and managed to drag Bucky to safety after he got his arm blasted off by one of those fucking laser pistols. He was lucky the blast cauterized his wound, or he would have bled out before they could get him to medical.” She smiled when she said the word lucky, but it wasn’t a very nice smile.
“Phillips was dead, so Rogers got a promotion, since he was basically the hero of the day, and he asked Doc Banner and the Engineering Supervisor, a real asshole named Stark, to come up with something to help his ol’ pal Bucky out. So that’s where the arm comes in. He’s basically back to 100 percent, and the damn thing’s actually stronger than his real arm was. He wanted to go back to the Security Department, but Rogers,” she said the name with a certain amount of bitter resentment, “felt so bad about what happened to Bucky- to Barnes, and guilty about the fact that he couldn’t save the other guys on their squad, that he convinced the Overseer that he was too much of a liability to work in security, and got him promoted down here to 7. It just worked out that the previous Communications Supervisor was getting ready to retire and go work in the gardens anyway, so… there you have it.”
“You found out about all that from Barnes?” Clint asked, knowing there probably were only a handful of vault dwellers that even knew the truth about what happened that day.
It was Darcy’s turn to nod.
“That’s why they opened up applications for reproductive licenses last year,” Clint concluded.
She nodded again. “And why they're getting prepped to start a nursery again a few months ago. It’s also probably why they’re a bit short of stims right now, come to think of it.”
“Huh,” was all he could say to that.
“So, that’s why I let Barnes micromanage the other Communications Crews and tell him to stay out of my hair. The only time I ever really even see him is when he’s feeling… lonely.”
He considered that, and then gave her a small smile. “I wouldn’t feel too bad for the guy, then. At least he gets to do something with Security and from what I’ve seen, the guy doesn’t seem to be suffering too much.”
“Asshole,” Darcy said and smacked his shoulder.
“I’m just saying,” he said with a grin and an eyebrow wiggle. “It’s really sweet of you to help a guy like Barnes out when he’s down on his luck.”
She gasped in mock outrage, “You motherfucker!”
He kept grinning and shook his head at her. “I have to say, I’ve never met a woman with a mouth quite as dirty as yours. I mean, language wise, of course.”
“Uh huh,” she scowled. “I’m betting you haven’t met a lot of women period. Even with your nice ass and your damned bulging biceps, you have the manners of a fucking mole rat!”
“Hey, I do all right with the ladies, I’ll have you know. Wait- you think I have a nice ass?” He was still mostly teasing, though when she responded to his question by looking him up and down like he was a prized piece of Brahmin stake, the heat in her eyes had him sobering up, real quick.
“Not that it matters now,” she huffed and turned, sticking her nose in the air. “You’ve besmirched my good name. If I were to offer to fuck you now it would look like I was offering because you’re down on your luck, too. I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea about things.”
Clint choked a little and laughed nervously as he felt heat spreading through his gut. “Right, we wouldn’t want that.”
He coughed a little in the awkward silence that followed. He figured she was just teasing him, anyway, and on the off chance that’s all it was he didn’t want to piss her off by making assumptions. Now that she’d actually said the words out loud, though… damn. He had images in his head and he just didn’t know what to say, for fear of making things worse.
“Unless-,” she started, her voice low and suggestive.
His head snapped up at that. “Unless what?” Clint asked, knowing that he sounded just a tad too hopeful for his liking, but not able to help it.
“I mean, I wouldn’t want you to think I’m offering out of pity, ‘cause that’s not it, at all, but here’s the thing. Barnes is supposed to be back soon, and I wouldn’t want you to feel left out when he comes back to finish what we started earlier, and it would be kind of shitty just to ask you to leave…”
He drew his brows together in a frown. “So, let me get this straight. You’re inviting me to join you and Barnes in your casual fooling around thing?”
One shoulder rose and dipped almost imperceptibly. “If you’re interested that is.”
“But you want to make it clear it’s not out of pity?” he queried skeptically.
“Right. Or obligation.”
“Oh, right. Well that’s good.” He nodded mock sagely. “So why, then?”
“Cause I like you, asshole. You seem like a decent guy. You handle my shit pretty well and you don’t take things too seriously. Plus, you’re cut as all hell. Crawling around in the ducts does a body good, I suppose. Besides, from the state of your pants when Bucky and I found you this morning, I’d say you seemed interested enough, unless you just like to watch, which, I guess I could be down with, if that’s your thing. I bet Bucky wouldn’t mind either.”
“Fuck, woman,” Clint muttered and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, “Are you trying to kill me?”
She grinned devilishly. “Maybe it’s all part of my master plan to put you out of your misery.”
"Yeah, you're a real angel of mercy," He chuckled and looked back at her, letting his eyes really fall over her curves for the first time. “Just think how much you would miss my nice ass and bulging biceps, though.”
“Dick,” she laughed and swatted at his shoulder again.
He was ready for it this time, and raised one hand to catch her wrist and pull her against him. Not one to waste such an appealing invitation, or one to think much before acting, he cupped his other hand behind her head and brought her lips to his.
Her mouth was everything he imagined it would be and more- soft, warm, and talented, as well as sweet and eager. He laid back on the floor, tugging her on top of him and was very pleased at the way she straddled his hips and rocked her pelvis against his rapidly growing erection.
He grunted in pain against her lips when he kicked a crate with his cast while trying to get leverage to push up between her thighs and she pulled away from him laughing.
“This might not be the best place for this,” she whispered and then proceeded to grind on him while she nibbled along his jaw to his ear.
“I concur,” he gasped, feeling the cold hard floor at his back and knowing too much time in this position would leave him as bad off as those 24 hours in the vents had. Which sucked Brahmin balls, because he never ever wanted to have to move again. “What do you recommend?”
“There’s a couple cots back in the back of the archives we can push together,” she said in his ear as she sucked a lobe into her mouth. “For when we start that inventory project Bucky mentioned, and the hours get really long.”
He moaned and thrust up against the junction of her thighs before a stray thought made him pause. “Wait, when you told Supervisor Barnes to find you some help for that, is this what you had in mind?”
He felt her grin against the side of his neck. “I may have suggested to him that if he could find someone fit and strong to help out that we could test the waters and see if they were open to playing with us.”
“Consider the waters tested,” he moaned. “Don’t you want to wait for him, though?”
She sat up slightly and shook her head. “Fuck no. That bastard left me high and, well- not dry, as it were. So, I’m okay with not waiting. He fucking owes me.”
“He’s not going to be jealous?”
“Of me, maybe,” she said with another wicked grin and slid her hand down underneath him to cup his ass. “One thing you’ll probably learn pretty quick about Barnes- He appreciates a nice ass just as much as I do.”
Clint had never been with a guy before, though it wasn’t uncommon in the vault, where monogamy was a rare thing and community was placed above any smaller functioning unit. He pictured the thick line of Barnes’ cock, with its dark swollen head and spit-slicked shaft, and imagined what it would feel like in his hand, or his mouth, or rubbing against the curve of his ass and felt a welcome shot of lust in his gut.
“Never been with a guy, before, but there’s a first time for everything, right?”
Darcy smirked at him again. “Fuck, yeah.”
She climbed off of him reluctantly, and offered him a hand. After writing a quick note and sticking it against the window of the booth, she handed Clint his crutch and lead him through a door hidden in the shadows of the corner, behind a stack of electronic parts that looked precariously unstable.
The archives consisted of an impossibly long room, cavernous and disappearing into the dark. She flipped a switch and a string of lights came on, two at a time, running the length of the room.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he followed her through the rows of shelves contained everything from data disks, to a seemingly infinite number of albums, to stack after stack of plastic tapes. “We’re supposed to go through all this?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“Every ten years or so, it’s protocol to go through and make sure everything’s in order, find out if there’s something that’s been shelved wrong or damaged by time or moisture or any number of possibilities.”
“You think we can get through it in six-weeks?” It wasn’t that he was in a hurry to get back, but he figured they were putting a rookie in charge of his area while he was on light-duty, and with the recent incursion he was worried that it was going to go to hell with him gone.
“Probably not,” she said, unconcerned. They’d reached the cots she’d mentioned and he helped her push them together quickly, the scrape of metal on stone loud in the echoing space. “Guess I’m just going to have to make it a priority to convince you it’s worth your while to stay a bit longer, huh?” she whispered as she pressed a palm against the front of his pants and cupped him firmly.
“Won’t that just make it take longer?” he moaned, pressing his face into the curve of her neck and pulling her tight against him as he licked along her pulse.
“That’s the idea,” she gasped and began rubbing up and down the ridge of his cock.
Even through his pants her fingers felt amazing.
“Might take a lot of convincing,” he teased, sliding his hands down to cup her ass.
“Challenge accepted,” she giggled and pushed him backwards onto the cots.