Darcy/Matt 5
Darcy pushed her way into the office, tossing a wave to Karen. Who appeared to be… arguing with a fax machine that was probably older than she was. After a second, it became clear the fax machine was winning, so Darcy just kept on going. Matt would know she was in the building by now, a combination of her heartrate and her scent.
She knocked briefly on Matt’s office door, more for Karen’s benefit than anything else, then opened it and went inside.
Matt always looked great in a suit, even with that fresh abrasion across his cheekbone. He was wearing his round, dark glasses, his fingers moving over deftly over something he was reading. He knew she was there, so she closed the door as quietly as she could, waiting until he was finished. Eventually, though, he lifted his head to face her.
“Hi,” she greeted, moving through his office.
He seemed to know what was coming, and pulled his chair away from his desk to make room for her. A smile lit up his entire face as she settled down across his thighs, arms looped loosely around his neck. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but you usually don’t come down this way during the week.”
“Well, I wanted to see you.” She sighed, shifting her head back and forth as she stared at the dark glasses that obscured his beautiful eyes. “And I have an offer from SI.”
“For me?”
“Well, for you and Foggy. I didn’t think you’d go for it, but I said I’d at least present the idea.” She paused for a moment. “And Karen, if that’s a concern.”
He nodded. “We should probably have a proper business meeting about it.”
Darcy made a face. “Yeah, I guess. But that means that I’ll have to get up so you can be all professional, and I haven’t seen you in about a week and a half.” She wasn’t bitter, not really. Matt was busy. Between his law practice and his vigilante-ism at night, he didn’t really tend to have a whole lot of time to himself. Which meant even less for her.
“Well, maybe not right now…”
She knew he knew her hands were coming towards his face. He held still so she could take off the glasses and rest them on his desk beside her. She laid her hand along the side of his cheek, his own fingers moving up to comb through her hair.