Darcy/Bucky 4
Darcy could feel Bucky watching her from across the room, those piercing blue eyes tracking her every movement. The hair at the back of her neck stood up and she shivered.
They were at some charity fundraiser at one of New York’s fancier hotels, everyone was all dressed up. Darcy was sporting a killer dark blue dress that emphasized her figure and a matching pair of heels. Her date for the evening was a guy named Geoff she’d met at her local coffee shop. They usually arrived within a couple of minutes of each other on their way to work- Geoff was a junior lawyer at some firm in the city.
This was their second date, and Geoff was… A little in-awe that this was actually her life. There were superheroes here, albeit dressed like normal people, and he was having a hard time coping. He was over by the bar getting a drink and trying to work up the courage to ask Sam for an autograph or a kiss or something.
Darcy sighed. She was bored out of her skull.
A warm hand sliding over her bare upper back and made her jump. She whirled to see Bucky standing there, a bit of a smirk on his face. Of course he was. She told herself that her racing pulse was just because he’d startled her and for no other reason.
“You should have been my date, I think Geoff there is workin’ up the courage to ask Sam out.” His eyes moved over her appreciatively, lingering on the little bit of cleavage displayed by the v-neck of her dress.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.” She really wasn’t surprised that he knew her date’s name, even though the two hadn’t been anywhere near each other all evening.
He took a step closer until her shoulder was brushing against the front of his tuxedo jacket. A tuxedo jacket he looked entirely too good in- it just wasn’t fair. “I seem to remember a lot of that,” he murmured, his voice pitched low so that only she could hear him. “Please, Bucky, while I held you down and-”
“That’s not… Appropriate right now.” Still, her belly twisted at the memory, and Darcy closed her eyes for a long moment. She could feel her cheeks started to heat up.
He’d come into her office on Tuesday, she couldn’t even remember why. Shedid remember that they’d yelled at each other a little bit, and then somehow he’d ended up fucking her across the top of her desk. It had been rough and noisy, she was pretty glad her office was soundproofed just like the rest of the building.
And she couldn’t stop thinking about it, especially at night when she was lying in bed…
“What’s ‘not appropriate’ is that I’m not pushin’ you up against the wall with that pretty dress up around your hips.” Bucky bent down so that his lips brushed against the top of her ear as he spoke.
Her belly gave another hot twist. “Bucky… We don’t even get along.” It was true. He seemed to delight in pressing her buttons until she wanted to throw things at him.
“Get along just fine when we’re naked.” His hand was against her back again, his fingertips tracing maddeningly-light patterns on her skin. “I can’t shake how good you felt. Every time I’m in the shower, it’s you I’m thinking of when I-”
“Bucky!” Darcy whispered frantically. She was pretty sure she knew exactly where that sentence was going, her face felt so warm that she was sure she was glowing. “You can’t talk about there here!”
“Then let’s go somewhere we can talk about it.”
It was a bad idea, it was such a bad idea… But she found herself nodding. Geoff seemed to have forgotten she was there, and her body was already tightening with desire.
He caught her hand, and together they headed for the wide double doors that would let them out of the large room. No doubt Bucky had already found a suitable spot…