Darcy/Bucky/Sam
“What’s this?” Darcy looked up to see Bucky picking a paperback book up off the table and looking at it. “Her Sweet Surrender?”
Oh. “Trashy smut.” She shrugged and turned her attention back to her laptop. “You haven’t lived until you’ve read about a turgid member plundering a hot, moist love cave.”
She could feel him staring at her like he was trying to figure out if she was serious or not. “Oh, come on.” She frowned at the last two words she’d written and backspaced. Jane would probably not appreciate the words “love cave” in her Science! notes. “You’re ancient, not prehistoric. I know they had trashy writing back in your day.”
Bucky arched his eyebrow at the book, holding it between two fingers like it might bite him. “A turgid member is…”
“A penis.” Sam came in from presumably the shower, and Darcy took the time to look up and follow the drops of water sliding down his body to disappear into the towel he’d tucked around his waist.
“And a love cave?”
“Vagina.” A grin spread across his face as he noticed where Darcy’s attention was. He’d probably done it on purpose, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care.
“And why can’t they just say that?” He looked back and forth between Darcy and Bucky.
“It’s not flowery enough.” Darcy rolled her eyes and shrugged again. “Honestly, you don’t read those books for the scintillating intellectual stimulation.”
“It helps me shut my brain off. Besides…” Sam’s grin took on a mischievous edge. “You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Darcy say that in her best porn voice.”
Bucky’s blue eyes swung back up to Darcy, filled with questions. She could feel her cheeks getting a little hot, and she forced herself to look away from the water beading down Sam’s abs. “I read out loud. It’s relaxing. We laugh. Sometimes it’s actually hot, and Sam plunders my love cave.” She couldn’t help the snicker that choked off the last words. “Give me about five minutes to finish this up, and I will initiate you into the beauty and wonder of historical romance novels.”
“Hmm.” He shrugged, dropping the book back on the table and turning his attention to Sam. “In the meantime…” He bent forward and licked a droplet off of Sam’s chest.
“Hey!” Darcy protested. “We’ve discussed this! No licking while someone is trying to get work done.”
“I dunno…” Bucky reached for Sam’s towel and untucked it, letting it drop to the floor. “All this talk about members and love caves has me excited.”
Darcy was laughing as she saved her document and got to her feet. Bucky was apparently determined not to let her get any work done. Not that she was complaining.