Darcy/Matt 4
Matt could always tell how much Darcy was wearing. Not the colors or anything like that obviously, but apparently exactly what kind of fabric she was wearing, and how much of it she had on.
He liked silk the most for outer clothes- liked the way it sounded, liked the way it felt when he touched her. He liked satin the most for underwear, he said lace felt too scratchy to him. So one day, on her after-hours trip to his office, Darcy wore a long silk coat fastened securely around her and satin lingerie underneath. She felt a lot like she was going to slip out of her seat on the drive over, but it was totally worth it when she opened the door and stepped into the office to find him waiting there for her, a look of intense concentration on his face.
He didn’t say anything at first, just moved over to her and skimmed his fingers up her arm, along the sleeve of the coat. There was an almost reverential look on his face, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Or, more likely, that he didn’t believe he deserved it.
“It’s not my birthday,” he said, voice purposely light as his fingers moved across her shoulder. He dipped around in front of her neck, and started across the other shoulder.
“Nope. But… I have this boyfriend who’s all self-sacrificing and do-gooding on a daily basis without asking for anything in return, so… I thought you’d like it?”
Matt nodded, continuing his gentle exploration. At last, his finger traced down her hand and fell to his side like he wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed.
“If you take it off, I’ll tell you exactly what my lingerie looks like.” Darcy reached out and took his hand, squeezing her fingers lightly between his.
He tilted his head just a little. “I…” Hesitation, though.
“You heard me.” She stepped towards him until the silk of her coat was brushing against the smooth cotton of his shirt. His jacket was gone, no doubt slung over the back of the chair in his office. “Take. It. Off.”