Darcy/Clay 2
Darcy opened her eyes. It was still dark. That didn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t morning… She could hear someone moving around in her kitchen and sighed. She stuck an arm out from under the blanket to grab her phone, and immediately pulled it back into the warm cocoon of her blanket. It was a little chilly out there.
She pulled the blanket up over her head so she’d be able to use her phoneand be snuggly warm, and turned it on. It was morning, it was in fact just before 7:00. Probably time to get up, especially if the person in her kitchen was who she thought it was.
She accessed her contact lists and dialed a number, bringing the phone up to her ear. After a second, she heard a very amused-sounding, “Hello?” both in her ear and the faint echo of it coming from further into the house.
“Hey. I was just wondering if that was you in my kitchen, or if I was actually going to have to get out of bed.” She rolled onto her side, closing her eyes, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
“I’m not worth getting out of bed for?” She could hear the smile in his voice, he was definitely amused.
“Or… You could bring me coffee and get into bed. That sounds way better.”
She heard the sound of something being set down on the counter, hopefully her favorite mug, the giant one with the SI logo on it. She was really going to have to ask Pepper where their merchandiser got their mugs from, becauseall mugs should be that size. “Which part? The coffee or joining you in bed?”
“You know, that’s really a toss-up.” Her mouth opened wide in a yawn, and she pulled the phone away from her mouth for a second. “Depends on how tiredyou are.” She paused for a second. “And what mug you used.”
She heard his snicker over the sound of the coffee being poured into the mug. “Does that mean I should switch to a smaller mug?”
“Only if you want me to get out of bed to fix your most grievous error.” His warm chuckle made her smile again. “How was it?”
“We all made it back.” The fridge opened and closed. “All of us.”
“That’s always good.” Darcy started getting that floaty feeling like she was starting to drift off to sleep and she snapped her eyes open for just a second.
“Darcy…” She snapped to full alertness again. Frank’s voice was getting closer, he was moving through her small house towards her. “Did you fall back asleep on me?”
“No.” That was obviously a lie, her voice was all thick and slurred. “That’s what the coffee’s for. And you, maybe.”
The bedroom door was pushed all the way open, and she heard him turn off the phone and then the mug was set gently on the bedside table. “You’re going to have to come out of there if you’re going to actually drink this.”
Darcy flopped over onto her other side and pulled the blanket down from her head before turning off the phone. “Hi,” she greeted, staring up at his shadowy shape in the dim light.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He was already pulling off his suit, the white shirt a relief against the darkness. “Sorry I didn’t let you know I was on my way.”
She pushed herself up into a sitting position, reaching over to rest the phone against her nightstand. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”