best shot | darcy/steve, first daughter au
Darcy paddled to the end of the pool, her forearms resting on the tiled edge as she cocked her head to the side. “You’re still here?” she asked, trying to not sound petulant and failing. “Thought you would’ve given up by now.”
The new security guard stared back at her evenly, but the quirk in his mouth gave away his amusement. “I beg your pardon, miss,” he said, “But I doubt that even the President’s daughter can compare to eight years in the army barracks.”
She stared, a little surprised at the cheekiness of his response, but narrowed her eyes. “That sounds like a challenge, if I’ve ever heard one.”
“Your father gave me a job, and I take his orders very seriously, Miss Lewis.” He chuckled this time, the smile making his face look years younger. “Do your worst.”
“Well, it’s no fun when you’re expecting it, now is it?” She frowned a little, humming grumpily. “What’s your name again?”
“Rogers, ma’am,” came the succinct reply, and she made a face.
“Your first name, not what all your army buddies call you,” Darcy said. “And stop calling me Miss Lewis, I’m only twenty-four, for God’s sake. The name’s Darcy – use it.”
“It’s Steve, Steve Rogers…” He hesitated, but when she shot him a look he continued with a grin. “… Miss Lewis.”
“We’ll work on it,” she scowled, sighing heavily as she wiggled his fingers at him. “You’re a gentleman, right Steve? Help a girl up?”
“Of course, miss,” he said, just to be contrary, but when he leant down to take her hand she grabbed the front of his suit jacket, pulling backwards and laughing when he tumbled into the water with a startled yell and a splash.
“Motherfu—” he sputtered, cutting off the curse as he resurfaced, wiping the water out of his face. He glared, but the effect was totally lost with the blonde strands of hair plastered to his forehead. “Was that entirely necessary?!”
“You need to loosen up, Steve,” she teased, cackling a little.
“I’m part of the Secret Service,” he deadpanned, wringing water out of his tie. “Loosening up isn’t in the job description.” He looked a little like a drowned Labrador, hair curling over his ears, but when he stood up out of the water she whistled.
“Could I order you to not wear a shirt when you’re guarding me?” she wondered out loud, staring at the way his white shirt had molded to the contours of his torso, and absentmindedly licked her lips a little. “Or, like any clothing at all?”
Steve didn’t look impressed, but the tips of his ears were a little red, and he tried pulling his suit jacket closed. “I can petition your father to veto any order you give me.”
“But petitions take, like, a week, right?” Darcy glided forward, standing up in the water and poking at his chest contemplatively. “So, theoretically, if I ordered you to strip out of your shirt, you’d have to do it… right?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s called an abuse of power,” Steve said, arching an eyebrow at her and folding his arms – oh, and what arms they were, whoa boy – over his chest to make a point.
She sighed dramatically. “Then, what would it take for you to carry me out of this pool, hm?” she wondered, smiling a little at the thought of those hands – large, gorgeous hands… hnggh, prime fantasizing material, right there – settling around her waist and hauling her out of the water.
To her surprise, he merely cocked his head to the side, silently looking down at her, and after a heartbeat she was keenly aware of how close she was to him. His eyes trailed down, pausing at her lips, then skimming across her cleavage and back up again – and she swallowed a little when his gaze met hers again. The blues of his eyes were a little darker, the pupils a little wider, and when he licked his lips she swallowed thickly.
“Not much, I’d wager,” he said, his voice low and growly and Jesus her legs felt weak just hearing it. He looked down at her chest again, and she cursed herself – her nipples were probably poking through the fabric of her thin bikini, if his tiny smirk was any indication. He leaned down, mouth settling right next to her ear, and she shivered a little as his breath made goose bumps run up her arms and shoulders. “Good thing though, that these pools come with stairs, right?”
“… huh?” She blinked a little as he suddenly moved back, and she was left staring at his retreating back as he waded over to the steps not more than ten feet next to her.
“Coming, Miss Lewis?” Her head snapped up, and she blushed at the teasing grin stretched wide across Steve’s face.
Narrowing her eyes as he turned around and headed to the stack of towels near the exit, she called after him, “This means war, I hope you know that!”
He didn’t even look back at her. “Give me your best shot.”