Darcy/Bucky 3
“Had we but world enough, and time/This coyness, lady, were no crime.” Darcy pursed her lips and looked over at where Bucky was reclined on his elbow on the actual red-and-white checked picnic blanket. They weren’t in the park, though, they were in Bruce’s artificial greenhouse. Bucky still wasn’t too keen on wide open spaces, but that wasn’t what was bothering Darcy.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, one eyebrow twitching upwards. “What’s that mean?”
She picked up what was left of her sweet roll and tossed it at him. It hit his chest and bounced harmlessly off, and one corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “It means I’m cranky that you won’t put out.”
It wasn’t as though they hadn’t had sex. Far from it. In fact, he’d managed to talk her out of her panties the first night they’d met. And that made it worse.She knew what she was missing. But someone- I’m going to kill you, Bruce- had suggested that they might find everything a little more meaningful if they stopped banging each other’s brains out at every possible opportunity and actually got to know each other.
Darcy didn’t see why they couldn’t do both at the same time. Bucky, however, had latched onto the idea like Tony with a shiny new toy, and he hadn’t done much more than kiss her in what were quite possibly the longest three weeks of Darcy’s life. Her boyfriend was smoking hot, both with and without his clothes on. He did that thing with his tongue that made her come in less than twenty seconds, and he had an almost scary amount of stamina. And she wanted him.
Needed him.
He smiled, that sly, teasing smile that made her want to spread her legs. “I know, doll, but this is important to me. You’re important to me.” He sat up and leaned towards her, taking her hand in his. “I ain’t been serious about a girl before, not really, and I don’t want to ruin it by moving too fast.”
Darcy sighed. If it was important to him, then it was important to her. And fuck him very much for making her feel bad about it. “Fine. But you’d better start bringing me just a fuckton of chocolate. And batteries. Lots and lots of batteries.”
“Batteries?” He looked genuinely puzzled.
“Yeah. I am not giving up orgasms just because you won’t give them to me.” Speaking of… She took in a deep breath, eyeing the way his sleeves were rolled up over his arms and almost swallowed her tongue. “Yeah. I’m gonna… I’ll catch up with you later.”
She quickly tidied up lunch before getting to her feet. There had been strawberries at lunch, and watching him catch drips with his tongue definitely counted as porn in her books. She could practically feel him watching her walk out.