Darcy/Sam 3
Sam leaned down and kissed Darcy soundly. He’d taken his goggles off just before Clint had gotten started, and she could see his eyes were a little watery before they closed. Not that hers weren’t, but that wasn’t the point.
The second his lips touched against hers, the landing pad behind them erupted in loud cheers. She rested her hands on his shoulders, letting herself melt into him as his tongue flicked at the seam of her lips.
A throat cleared, and Darcy pulled away, pressing her lips together, unable to stop smiling. “So…” She looked up at her new husband. “We definitely missed the reservation for our reception. Any big ideas?”
“I’ve got one word for you: sing-along!” Sam was a bit of a karaoke nut.
Darcy sighed, nodding. Honestly, that wasn’t the worst idea he could have come up with. “Okay. But… I gotta get changed first.” Because she was supposed to have been out of this thing hours ago.
“Oh no.” He stepped back and looked down at her, eyes glinting a bit as he took in the way the gown hugged her body. “Because if you go in our apartment and take this off, I’m not going to want to let you leave again.”
Well… There was an idea. Her eyebrows went up as she looked at him. “Who says that’s a bad thing?”
“Oh no.” Clint stepped up to them, dropping a hand on each of their shoulders, though a little harder in Sam’s case if the way he winced was any indication. “You’re the first one of us to get married, we have to celebrate. Besides, Sam’s been talking about singing some Barry for you.”
Darcy glanced at the blond before turning her attention back to her husband. “White or Manilow?”
Sam’s eyebrow arched. “Which would you prefer?”
She grinned, catching her lower lip between her teeth. Her dress was… Well, it had definitely seen better days. But Sam didn’t seem to notice the dirt- then again, he’d put it there, and there was clear appreciation in his eyes. “I don’t have any shoes on, I don’t think anywhere is going to let me in.” Not to mention sticky bar floors. Ew.
“Take half an hour,” Tony advised, obviously not even trying to pretend he hadn’t been listening to the conversation. “That way the rest of us can at least have a shower.”
Half an hour? Chances were pretty good that Sam was going to want a shower too… She raised her eyebrows in a bit of a challenge, and he grinned. “Hold on tight, flying’s faster than the elevator.”