Darcy/Jensen
“Shit, shit, shit.” Jensen was cursing under his breath, sort of pacing back and forth in his agitation. “We’re dead. We are, aren’t we?” He stopped to look at her, scrubbing a hand through his spiky hair.
Comms had gone down. Last they’d heard was that their location was being advanced on, but they hadn’t really heard anything since. It was awfullysilent out there.
“We’re fine. Although I bet I money I’m never going to be allowed on an op again.” Because it would be too dangerous. Yep. She was already plotting out comebacks in her defense for that particular argument. “Just… Come here.”
The door at the far end of the little storage area they were holed up in opened up. Rolling her eyes, Darcy reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, hauling him closer. She pulled and kept on pulling until he was not only right up against her, but bending down.
“What?” he whispered, eyes wide behind his glasses.
“Shut up. Just kiss me, quick!” She kept pulling until his lips landed directly on hers.
This wasn’t the first time they’d kissed, of course. And after a second of being completely frozen, his hands came out and rested against her hips. He was keeping a strained distance between them, though, and that was not okay.
Darcy pulled back just enough to hiss, “Jensen, you’ve had your tongue on my cunt before. Get. Closer.” And then she was kissing him again.
It worked, though. His arms went around her like he was actually into doing this. She could hear the sounds of fully-geared-up people trying to stealth through the room, and started moving back in the general direction of the wall. He was wearing body armor under his t-shirt, she… Wasn’t. Plus it would be easier to hide what they were doing with her against the wall, only because he was bigger.
There it was. She stepped back until her shoulders were against it. Jensen stiffened as his hands went against it, but he seemed to catch on. One hand slid down her hip, the one obscured from the advancing tac-suit people, finding the holster on her hip. She felt his hand close over the gun, slowly slip it up and out into his hand. He was the better shot.
It didn’t come to that, though. The room erupted in gunfire, and Darcy dropped to the floor so that she didn’t get hit by a stray bullet. That would go pretty badly for everyone.
It was over quickly, though. Darcy stood up, brushing off her pants as she looked around to see what was going on.
Clay was standing there, a gun in each hand, looking mildly amused as he looked between her and Jensen. “We lose comms for seven minutes and you’re sticking your tongue down my wife’s throat?”
Darcy rolled her eyes. “I don’t hear Cougar bitching about it”