Darcy/Rhodey
Darcy had gone to Rhodey’s official retirement dinner thing where everyone had said super nice things about him and his service in the Air Force. And he’d worn his uniform, which was always a bonus.
After that, of course, Tony’d thrown a much smaller party back at HQ. Darcy had stayed for the first hour or two, but she’d been up since stupid o’clock that morning, and she slipped away early to go and get into bed. Not, you know,her bed.
When Rhodey finally came back to his room, he didn’t notice her at first. The front door opening had woken her up- Darcy was a really light sleeper now- and she propped herself up on her elbows, sheets tucked over her breasts, watching him take off his uniform.
He braced himself a little unsteadily against the chest-of-drawers as he took off the almost painfully shiny black shoes.
“I am going to miss the uniform,” Darcy observed as she watched him.
Rhodey had definitely not been expecting her to be there. He started, freezing for a second to look up and see her lying in his bed. A smile covered his face as he took in the bare shoulders he could see. He straightened, unbuttoning the white shirt he’d been wearing under the jacket, revealing the white undershirt underneath.
She made a face. “Too many layers. Definitely not going to miss that.”
“Me neither.” Both shirts came off, and she let her eyes travel the planes of his bare upper body, not even bothering to hide the admiration she felt.
“Although… If I get to cuddle up every night with this, I’m probably not going to complain too much.”
He gave her a quick grin before stripping the rest of his clothes off. Instead of going around to the other side of the bed, though, he neared her side of the bed.
She spread her legs enough for him to settle between them, over the blanket, hands braced on the bed beside her as he pushed her down into the mattress. “We should stay in bed for at least a couple of days.”
Dark eyes bored into her in the dim light from the hall, and she nodded as she looked up at him. “At least.”