Darcy/Bucky/Steve 3
Darcy was kitchen-dancing as she made her PB&J. She knew Steve was watching her from the doorway and had been for a few seconds, but she didn't let it stop her. Sometimes you just need to dance.
She put the blackberry jam in the fridge and tossed the knife in the sink, catching the fridge door with her foot and swinging it shut. Grabbing her sandwich off the counter, she turned to see Steve standing there with his Serious Steve expression, arms folded across his chest. Expression notwithstanding, she totally took a second to appreciate the ways his arms strained against the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. Yup.
“What's up?” She stopped dancing, shifting back to hop up on the same counter space she'd just used to make her sandwich.
“Bucky...” Steve let out a sigh, leaning over against the door jamb. “Bucky wants to watch us do a scene.”
Darcy's eyebrows flew up her forehead before drawing together as she stared across the kitchen at him. “What? He... He told you that?” That surprised the hell out of her. Because while Steve had absolutely no problem with tying her up and making her scream, Bucky was a little hesitant.
“Yeah.”
“Huh.” She took a bite of her sandwich before resting it on her knee. She needed a plate. And coffee, probably definitely coffee. She chewed through the bite of food and swallowed. “He say why?” Not that she was at all opposed to the idea. The image of his eyes burning with intensity, her wrists held securely in his metal hand...
Steve sort of shrugged. “He wants to understand why you enjoy it.”
She sighed, shifting the back of her hand over the rough denim of her pants. “I've told him why I enjoy it, though.” While it would be awesome if he did take part, it was okay that he didn't. They did lots of stuff together, the three of them, and sometimes just her and Bucky. He was her longstanding Pixar movie date.
“Yeah, but this way he gets to actually see you enjoying it.” He shrugged it again, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his shirt. “I suggested it.”
“Yeah, I mean, I'm totally in. But maybe...” She took another bite of her sandwich, chewing and swallowing before she continued her sentence. “Maybe we should ease him into it. You know, probably no consent play tonight.” Her eyes narrowed a little. “Tonight?”
The smile that crept slowly across his face was heavy with promise, and it made her smile a little in return. “Yeah, don't see why not.”