Darcy/Hunter/Mack
Darcy bobbed back and forth, her fists in their ridiculously huge boxing gloves up in front of her. She weaved around, keeping her eyes locked on Mack’s. He was… watching her. He looked amused, but he wasn’t really moving.
She sort of danced her way across the blue padded mat until she was just in front of him, then reached out and touched a glove against his chest. “Okay, this is stupid. I feel ridiculous.” Resting her hands on her hips, she turned to look over at where Hunter was standing at the edge of the mat, watching and ostensibly training them. “I can think of way better ways to get in my cardio with you guys.” She looked back at Mack. “Right?” Because maybe the two of them could stage a revolt and Hunter would have to give in. A sexy revolt. Of course, her hands looking like bright red marshmallows didn’t really say sexy revolt but she could work around that.
Mack looked down at her, then across the room as well. “I’m with Darcy. Go back to bed for a little bit, have some coffee.”
“In bed?” Darcy made a face. “That sounds like a recipe for disaster and having to change the sheetsagain. We could do coffee first, though, get some energy for our intense cardio workout.” She rested her puffy gloves against his shoulders, tilting her head back to look up at him.
“Not necessarily in that order.” His own red-covered hands came around her to rest lightly in the small of her back as he bent towards her.
“No, look.” The slightly put-out sounding voice from across the room pulled them apart, and Darcy twisted to look over her shoulder. Hunter looked interested, definitely, but he also looked a little impatient. “Coulson said that if you’re going to be out in the field then you have to get better at hand-to-hand combat.” His eyes flicked back and forth between them. “Both of you.”
Darcy turned back to Mack, raising her eyebrows as she looked up at him. “Should I?”
A grin spread slowly across his face, and he nodded. “I think you’d better.”
She let her hands slip away from him, turning to face Hunter. His eyebrow arched as she marched across the room towards him. “What are you doing, love?”
“Nothing.” She gave him her very best wide-eyed innocent look as she stopped in front of him. It wasn’t quite as much of a neck-craning exercise to look up into his face, and when she rested her hands against his shoulders she could lean up and nibble at his lips. “Face-to-face combat exercise.”
He was smiling as she settled back on her heels. “It’s supposed to be hand-to-hand.”
“Yeah. Get me out of these gloves and I’ll get my hands in there too.” Her teeth caught around her lower lip as she looked up at him.
Indecision flitted across his face. “Coulson is going to kill me,” he muttered, lowering his mouth to meet hers.