Darcy/Rumlow 7
“You’re gritting your teeth again.” A finger and thumb closed on either side of Darcy’s cheeks and squeezed a little, forcing her jaws apart.
She snatched her face away, rubbing her own hand over the abused skin as she glared at Brock. “Yeah. It’s a concentration thing. Habit I picked up a long time ago.”
“It’s bad for you.” He sounded equal parts amused and censorious as he leaned his forearms onto the table she was working against, his omnipresent body armor shifting against the black t-shirt he wore underneath.
“Bite me.” She didn’t even look up from the screen she was peering at. “I have to figure this out before we can go anywhere, and apparently it’ssuper important that we get moving, so…” She trailed off, glancing up at him, getting just a flash of intense brown eyes before turning back to her tablet. “If you’ll kindly vacate my workspace, it’ll be a little easier to get this done.”
To her complete surprise, he did stand up, moving away from the other side of the table without a word. Usually he either ignored her with a smirk, or had some sarcastic comment for her. But he passed out of her field of vision, and she let herself temporarily forget his presence.
Darcy pushed her glasses up her nose and poked at the tablet for a second. Patterns were normally her bitch, complex patterns even more so. But this… This was proving uniquely challenging, and she realized she was clenching her jaw again as she stared at the jumble of numbers on the screen.
A hand appeared over her shoulder from behind her, tucking around her hair and pulling it gently back, away from her face. “What are you- oh.” The last word was a breathy sort of exclamation as teeth caught over the nape of her neck. “What are you doing?”
“You said to bite you.” Brock’s lips brushed her skin as he spoke. “You think better under pressure.”
She let out a long sigh, but maybe he had a point. He’d just worked his way over and up to her ear when things finally clicked into place.