Darcy/Rumlow 10
Darcy searched through her drawer. Panties were pushed aside, then pulled out and dropped on the floor. She had about two square feet to herself in her bunk, and this was really the most practical place to keep her vibrator. Except it was missing.
It wasn’t in her bed. It wasn’t in the bathroom- a girl’s got to keep things sanitary. And really, with as little space as she had to herself, it took no time to search her entire bunk from top to bottom.
Nothing. It was gone.
And really, this was just about the worst time. She was all worked up from her latest mission, and getting even more so with the frustration from not being able to find her vibrator. Sure she had fingers, but that had sounded like effort. And she was fucking tired.
Darcy looked around her bunk, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed. Maybe she could just go to the gym and beat on something for a while. Because she was getting pretty pissed.
Her phone buzzed once from the top of the room’s small table and she reached over and snagged it, squinting without her glasses as she peered at the screen. Brock.
Looking for something? the text read.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Having his thumbprint on record as being authorized to access her room had seemed like a good idea at the time- she was authorized for his, and they worked together closely enough that it made sense. But now? Now she was going to have to kill him. On the plus side, that would probably get rid of some of the tension she’d worked up.
She was naked, having just stepped out of the shower, and she angrily pulled on some clean clothes before storming out of her room, letting the door swing shut on its own behind her.
Darcy didn’t even bother knocking when she reached Brock’s bunk, just pressed her thumb against the identipad, her hand already turning the doorknob when she heard the latch click open.
And found herself pressed up against the wall by a hard body, her wrists held snugly in one large hand over her head. “Looking for something?” It was dark in his room, she couldn’t see more than a dark shape looming in front of her.
She struggled against him, trying to pull her wrists free, but he was holding her pretty tightly. It would take a considerably amount of effort, and probably a knee or two, to give it a decent shot. “I’m going to kill you,” came out through gritted teeth.
Brock snickered, and she heard the distinctive buzz of the very item she’d been looking for. It pressed against the inside of her thigh, close enough to tease, but too far away to get anything actually done. “You can try. Or I can give you a hand with your… situation.”
“Yeah. Except right now you’re just making it worse.” She was glaring at him in the dark, not that he’d be able to see it.
His voice was a low rasp in her ear. “What are you gonna do about it?”