darcy & steve, touchy-feely roommates
Steve looked up when the door slammed open, breaking the silence in the apartment. Darcy flounced into the room, dropping her bag on the floor just inside the door before flopping heavily onto the couch. She kicked off her heels and propped her feet up in his lap, toeing aside his StarkPad gently. "Oh. My. God. Steve, that was the worst day ever."
He chuckled and cradled one of her stockinged feet in his hands. "Don't you think that's a little dramatic?"
She groaned and her eyes fluttered close as Steve began massaging the ball of her foot. "Oh, God, Steve, you have magic hands, really," Darcy purred and arched her back. He forced himself to look away from the unintentionally erotic sight and paused his massage.. "No, keep going," she said. "Stark and Fury had another knock-down drag-out over something or other--I quit keeping track--and Bruce had to leave to keep from Hulking out. By the end of the day I wanted to kill someone, and then I missed my train. So. Worst day ever."
He sighed and switched to her other foot. "So, movie night," he offered.
She nodded, a small smile playing about her lips. "Yeah, I'm in the mood for banter and murder. The Thin Man?"
"I think it's still on the DVR," he said, and reached for the remote.