Darcy/Bucky 13
Darcy knew it was going to happen. She was stretched out on the couch, progressively turning Doctor Who louder and louder in defense against the rapid banging against the wall in her bedroom. BecauseSteve’s room was directly on the other side of hers in the duplex they shared. She thought she’d lucked out when she and Jane moved into their half and realized that two incredibly hot guys were already living in the other half. It was cheap, too, which was perfect for broke college students.
Except… After being adorably awkward at each other for a week and a half, Jane and Steve had suddenly realized how compatible they were and now spent most of their waking hours that they weren’t in class trying to ram Steve’s bed through Darcy’s bedroom wall. Seriously, how did one guy have that much stamina?
And as soon as Jane had called that she was going next door, Darcy knew exactly what was going to happen. She also wasn’t at all surprised when her own front door opened and slammed shut, and she turned Doctor Who back down as the other cut guy from next door walked in carrying a case of beer. Bucky set it down on the coffee table and went to flump down on the other end of the couch.
Darcy yanked her legs out of the way just in time. He fully would have sat down right on her. “Asshole,” she told him without much venom, turning her head to look at him for a second before turning her attention back to the TV. “You realize it’s no quieter over here, right?”
“Yeah it is.” His arm came up to drape across the back of the couch. “Can’t hear Jane from over here.”
Darcy made a face. “I don’t know why they picked your place to turn into their love nest, but I’m glad they did.”
He looked over at her for a long moment, a slightly incredulous grin coming over his face. “'Cause I don’t start doing karaoke to the Dropkick Murphys right outside Steve’s door at the top of my lungs when they do?”
She gave a proud nod. “I guess there is that.” That was one of her finer moments. The pounding against the wall had stopped pretty quickly after that. “We should put a mattress against the wall in his room or something. One of the big squishy foam ones.”
“Yeah, that might work for you.” Bucky gave her a pointed look.
“Yeah, well.” She shifted, bringing her knees up to her chest and settling on her side against the cushions. “Couch is pretty comfortable. It’s not like you haven’t crashed here before.” He had. They’d stayed up watching a Chopped marathon and drinking, and he’d ended up passing out on her couch. “What does Steve fucking eat that he’s the goddamn energizer bunny, anyway?” Okay, she liked Steve. She really did. He seemed like a decent dude, and he made Jane over-the-moon happy. Except she didn’t so much see him as she did hear him. Or rather, his bed. At all hours of the day and night. “And why does it have to be the bed? I’ve seen him, dude could totally fuck her up against the wall with no effort. She weighs about as much as a cat.”
There was a pause, and she looked over to see a slightly strained expression on his face. “They broke our kitchen table.”
Darcy’s eyes widened and she started to snicker. “Oh shit. That doesn’t surprise me at all. Oh my god. It’s probably good they use the bed, then, or you’d have little Jane-sized holes in your walls. Holy shit.”
He leaned forward and pulled a beer out of the cardboard case, popping the cap off before handing it to her. She took it and saluted him with the bottle, shifting to more of a sitting position so that she could drink without spilling it all over herself. It really wasn’t her favorite, but it was free beer. Free beer made everything better.
They spent most of the afternoon drinking and watching Doctor Who on Netflix. The pounding against the wall faded to a background noise so much that at one point, Darcy looked up in surprise to realize that it had actually stopped and everything was relatively quiet.
Of course, it started up again, about halfway through Darcy making BLTs in the kitchen. “I should switch rooms with her,” she announced, arms folded in front of her as she stared at the digital clock on the stove. She was waiting for the bacon to bake. “I mean, I’m sure I’ll still hear it, but it won’t be quite so much.”
“You sleep naked?”
She turned to look over her shoulder to see Bucky had twisted his head to look over the back of the couch at her. There was a look of mischief on his face, a smirk that she could only see half of, but that she was familiar enough with that she could picture the whole thing. “Usually. Why?”
“'Cause we’d practically be sleeping together at that point, the walls are so thin.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She snorted, turning back to pull the oven door open and peer inside. The bacon looked done, nice and crispy and flat, which was the main benefit of cooking it. “Bucky, we’ve slept together on my couch.” She put on her cat-patterned oven mitt and reached in to grab the hot pan, pulling it out of the oven and setting it on top. They had, too, she’d even had her head in his lap.
“Not the same. ‘Specially if you normally sleep naked.”
“More physical contact, though.” She pulled out the loaf of bread and started putting sandwiches together. She’d already cut the tomatoes, so all she had to do was pile everything together and put the sandwiches on bread.
“Yeah, but not naked. That’s what counts.”
She grabbed both plates up off the counter and moved around into the living room again, offering one to him. He took it and she flopped down next to him. “Yeah, well, next time you come over, bring tequila. It makes my clothes fall off.”
He arched an eyebrow at her, chewing thoughtfully on his bite of sandwich before swallowing. “We could get revenge?”
“Ugh.” Darcy let her head sag back against the back of the couch. “If you wanted to sing karaoke, you should have suggested it hours ago.” That sounded a little bit too much like effort when she was all sluggish from the beer. Not that making food hadn’t been effort, but food was necessary. And bacon.
“No, I mean… You seem like the type of girl who gets a bit loud when she’s having a good time.” His expression was totally serious, but there was a flicker of heat in his blue eyes as he looked at her.
She thought about it for a second. She was, she definitely was, but… “Dude, I am not fucking in Jane’s room. That’s creepy.” She shook her head, taking a big bite of her food.
Bucky gave a short, surprised laugh. “I actually have my own room. Believe it or not.”
“Not.” She shook her head again, swallowing. “Why the fuck would you be here all the time if you had your own room?”
He gave her a look. “So?” He prompted after a moment. He was actually serious about it.
“Yeah. Just let me eat first.” She leaned forward and grabbed her open bottle off the coffee table, pulling it to her mouth to have a long drink.