steve/darcy, making out in a coat closet
"In here!" Darcy grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the hall and through a door.
Steve shut the door behind them, leaving them in near-total darkness. "Where are we?" he asked, blindly reaching for Darcy's other hand.
"Who cares," she said, sliding her hands up the lapels of his tuxedo jacket to hook around his neck, "as long as it's private." She tugged his face down for a kiss, missing his mouth on the first try, but quickly correcting her course.
Steve grinned into her mouth and ran his hands down her curves to cup her ass, squeezing just hard enough to make her squeal. "And why are you so eager for privacy?" he asked, in between kisses that were steadily growing more intense.
"You're a jerk," she muttered, threading her fingers through his hair as he ducked down to lick and nip at her neck. He wedged his knee between her thighs, the loose fabric of her formal gown's skirt making it easy. Darcy whimpered and bucked against him as he bit down on the generous curve of on breast. "No marks," she breathed. "Senators' wives already hate me."
Steve laughed and soothed the small hurt with his tongue. "Not until later, I promise."