Ruffled Feathers
Phil had dealt with many things in his life that could be considered stressful, dying at the top of that long list. Still he was pretty sure that the woman in the chair before him was working as hard as she could to exceed that. The past month had been a trial in his patience, and he would have gladly faced Loki again than the young woman.
The woman in question was currently stretched out as far as she could in an office chair, her feet propped up on his desk. She had that smug smile he had come to associate with her plastered to her red painted lips. It was a smile he wanted to either smack or kiss off. And wasn’t that the problem? Nothing ever ruffled his feathers, made him come undone like this woman, and she knew it.
It had started a month earlier when a mission had lead him to crashing, quite literally, into her London flat. He had expected questions, such as why he was alive, but all she gave him was that damnable smug smile. She had cleaned his wounds, forced him to remain in bed until he had healed all the while playing his nurse. He would admit that it was nice to be looked after, but only to himself. Had she let him go after that without a word there wouldn’t have been a problem… of course she hadn’t.
She had blackmailed her way into joining him, claiming that he still needed someone to look after him. And now a month later he couldn’t get her to leave, not his office and not his head.
“The party really was fun, you should have been there.” The smile turned even more smug as Phil squirmed in his seat at the sound of her voice.
“Darcy, I told you before that I am not celebrating my resurrection day.” Phil leaned back in his own chair, his hand going directly to pinch the bridge of his nose. The accursed girl had named that day, named it and announced it to his whole team as being an official holiday. It wasn’t even the right day, she had simply picked at random via a dart and a calendar.
“Too bad, there was cake.” Darcy wiggled her stocking clad toes at the suited man. She knew no one could resist her double chocolate rum cake.
“Don’t need the calories.” He resisted the urge to reach out and run a single finger up the arch of one of her feet. He was sure that she would be ticklish and would squirm at the action… he shock his head to clear it of that thought. “Now, could you please, I’ve got work.”
“I know a good way to work those off.” Darcy winked and wiggled in her chair. She bit her lip when Phil snapped the pen in his hand.
“D…Darcy… work…” He tossed the pen in the waste bin, making sure to keep his eyes on anything but her.
“Fine.” Darcy slipped from the chair, moving to stand beside him. “Maybe a private party would be more fun anyway. Cake’s gone, but I have plenty of frosting left over.”
Phil held his breath as Darcy leaned down to place a breathy kiss against the shell of his ear. He clenched his eyes shut until he could hear the door to his office shut.
He was so fucked.