Darcy/Bucky 10
“That’s not seriously a thing.” Darcy raised an eyebrow, looking up at Bruce from her laptop. “Like, a seriously serious thing.” The only problem was, despite the ridiculousness of the actual words he was saying, his whole demeanor indicated that it was seriously a serious thing.
Nat was behind him and she nodded. “I’ve seen it once before. It’s not pretty.”
Darcy let out a long sigh, taking another look between them before slowly lowering the screen of her laptop. “So why are you coming to me?” Nat just arched an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look. “That was one time!” And then the other time at the party. And then the time after that. And then the one by the pool… “We don’t even get along!”
“I don’t think he’s expecting scintillating conversation at this point, Darcy.” Bruce took off his glasses and folded them. He looked tired, just really tired.
“And someone’s gonna be monitoring us, right?” Whether that meant vital signs or actual visual monitoring… When Bruce nodded, she sighed again. “Fine. How exactly does this work?”
Bruce sat down beside her on the couch, elbows on his knees with his hands folded loosely in front of him. Nat stayed standing, arms folded, a look of concern on her face. “Think of it like a meter. Every time he achieves orgasm, it adds to the meter. The more the meter fills, the less the symptoms are present, and then completely gone when the meter is full. However, at its most severe it also effects things like motor control, which is why he needs assistance.”
“Right. Assistance.” Another long sigh, lips pressed together. “He’s just lucky I’m nice.” She set the laptop down on the couch beside her and pushed herself to her feet. “All right, let’s do this shit. I always knew I’d save the world with my vagina.”
Bruce let out a surprised-sounding choking noise, and Nat grinned. They started walking in the direction of the elevators. “I’m serious. When I die I’m going to be a tree, and I want that shit on a plaque at the base of my tree or something. ‘Saved the world with her vagina.’ It’ll be my legacy.”
The other two were quiet on the trip down to the medical wing, which… helped, actually. Because while she and Bucky had had sex before a few times, they hadn’t really ever had sex on purpose. Okay, that one time. But that was in the cleaning supply closet at a party, and was still more of a spontaneous event than some sort of mutual activity where sex was possibly on the table. So Darcy got to fidget and be just a little anxious without having to worry about trying to carry on a conversation.
“He’s already naked,” Nat told her as they exited the elevator.
“Just go on in and saddle up, huh?” Behind her Bruce made another choking noise.
They stopped outside of one particular door. Darcy looked behind her, glancing between both of them. They weren’t going to give her an out. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Bucky was definitely naked. He was lying on some sort of hospital-y bed that really didn’t look very comfortable, covered in sweat. And hard. Like, painfully hard, it looked like. He was sort of rubbing ineffectively at his erection with one hand, looking more frustrated than anything. He didn’t appear to have noticed her coming into the room, and that worried her more than anything. Bucky was always freakishly aware of his surroundings.
Darcy quickly stripped her clothes, leaving them in a heap by the very closed door. Naked, she walked across the cool floor to the bed. “Hey, soldier, I hear you needed a hand.”
He didn’t really answer, unless a tortured sort of moan counted. She pushed his hand out of the way, wrapping her fingers around his engorged shaft.
“Darcy.”
Him actually speaking startled her, and she looked up at his face even as she worked her hand up and down. “Yeah?”
“Kiss me, quick. I need…”
“I know.” She stepped a little closer to the head of the bed, bending down to lay her lips against his.