"How did you think I was going to warm you up?" Steve asked with a playful smirk. His big, super-serum-means-never-having-to-say-you're-cold hands were currently wrapped around Darcy's much smaller, much chillier ones. The beach bonfire had turned a great deal cooler than she was dressed for, unfortunately.
But Fortunately (with a capital 'F'), she had the great honor of being warmed up by Mr. Toasty Time himself, Steve Rogers. They'd shared a log by the fireside, and now they were sharing body heat too. Steve had mad game, apparently. And Darcy wasn't complaining in the slightest.
It was like a dream come true. If someone's dream was to be gradually warmed by someone who they'd gradually flirted with in the past. Because that was totally what was happening here. Gradually warming her form with his form-warming-words. And hands. And the metaphor had gotten away from her, but she didn't care. Dr. Seuss, she wasn't. She was just a woman going completely gaga over a man. She had no time for clever rhymes.
Her cheeks flushed even brighter red as she shrugged her shoulders in what she hoped was nonchalance, but was probably something far more embarrassing. "I honestly thought you were just going to put some bourbon in my cocoa."
Steve leaned down and blew on her fingers, his hands slowing down as he chose his next words very carefully. His breath tickled her. Tingled her. "Would you rather I broke out the Jameson's?"
Darcy shook her head. "No. I like this."
"I like this too." He was closer now, leaning down to blow on her fingers again. More tingles. The really good kind. Darcy twisted her hands so she could press her palms to his, lace their fingers and move closer still.
"I like this better," she murmured.
He didn't answer, just tilted his head and slotted his lips over hers. The air was still chilly, but his mouth was warm. Darcy leaned into the kiss, parting her lips to catch her breath while one hand crept around to the back of his head. Her nails raked in his hair and Steve hummed so softly, Darcy could barely hear it. She more felt it. A warm vibration against her lips. "How's this?" he rumbled.
She bit down on her bottom lip for only a moment before chasing after that wonderful, better-than-Jameson's mouth of his in response.
First off: I've been following you on AO3 and tumblr for a while and it just really makes my day whenever you publish a new MCU work. Thanks for that. :) Second: Are there any new favourite authors (specifically concerning Wintershock/Shieldshock/Tastertricks) you might be able to recommend? I am home sick this week and finally have all the time in the world to lurk around AO3.
Hello! Thank you, though it’s been a while since I’ve regularly posted MCU fic (or fic of any kind, really).
Sorry to hear you aren’t feeling well, and I hope that’ll clear up soon. Alas, I haven’t done much fic reading of late either, and it does feel like the fandom might be a bit of a lull pre-Infinity War. So the only recommendations I have are for people you’re likely well aware of, but I don’t think it harms to list them again:
@dresupi - I’m not sure you can read all her work in a week, she’s that prolific, but it can’t hurt to try
@leftennant - Writer of some true Wintershock and Tasertricks classics
@amidtheflowers - she’s been around since the early Tasertricks days and then we managed to drag her into Wintershock too
@pollydoodles - hasn’t updated in a while but she was pretty damn prolific
@cinnaatheart - Mistress of worldbuilding
Since I’m not actually answering your question, I’ll throw this out to everyone else: who are the up and coming names in Darcyland?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis
For: @itscoffeefordinner
Prompt: Cherry Champagne Cocktail (Tart Cherry Juice, mole bitters and Champagne)
Rating: T
Ao3
Pillowfort
Dreamwidth
His lips tingled on hers, in a much more pleasant way than the champagne had the night before.
Darcy's eyes fluttered open, only to catch Bucky's deep blue gaze immediately. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Didn't think I'd see you 'round these parts, Buckaroo."
She watched him fight back a smile, only to allow it complete reign of his features before he replied. "Yeah, well. Here I am."
"What happened to 'I'm not a spend-the-night kind of guy, doll'?" Darcy asked, badly mimicking Bucky's Brooklyn accent and making that smile of his all the more prominent. Hell, she'd badly mimic him all day if it made him smile like that.
"Well, I might be more of a spend-the-night type than I previously thought…"
"Did you call Stevie and let him know not to expect you?" she teased, rolling over in bed and taking him with her.
"Stevie ain't my mom," Bucky countered, leaning down to kiss her lips again.
"But did you?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
He rolled his eyes. "Well yeah. I didn't want him to worry."
Darcy snorted and leaned back to stretch. "I guess I owe him twenty bucks now."
"What for?"
"I bet you wouldn't spend the night with me, and he bet that you'd be making me breakfast."
Bucky laughed softly. "How do you know you're getting breakfast?"
"I can smell the bacon, and you taste like french toast."
He kissed her again, his tongue swiping into her mouth so she got more than just a taste. "Bet you think you're so smart, doncha?"
"I don't think, I know. But even smart people lose bets to Captain America."
"Kinda glad I made you lose," he admitted, nuzzling her nose with his.
for: @romanoffsbite and @itscoffeefordinner
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis
Prompt: Swimming
Bucky dragged his toe in the water, barely skimming the surface of the lake. It was serene out here.
Or at least it was, until the thudding started.
It was a long pier, the one he was currently sitting on. It was long and made entirely from wood.
And Darcy was currently running down the length of it, barreling towards the water at top speed, her bare feet thudding on the wood as she got closer.
He would have laughed, except she barreled right into him at top speed and they both ended up in the water. If he'd have laughed, he'd have swallowed lake water.
His nose burned as he breached the surface, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes and turning around until he saw her, about ten feet away and swimming for it.
"You are gonna regret this, Lewis," Bucky called.
"I doubt it," she replied, still swimming away. "I did it, I got away with it, and I'm getting away."
"Not for long!" he countered, taking off after her.
It wasn't too hard to catch up with her. He did have what she so lovingly referred to as a bionic arm. He also happened to be a very good swimmer.
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him as Darcy squealed and kicked. "Say you're sorry…" he purred into her ear, his feet touching down on the muddy lake floor.
"Never," she shrieked, splashing him with water in a vain attempt to get away.
Didn't work. He had her now, he wasn't letting go. He scooped her up in his arms, tilting her back slightly. "Any last words, Lewis?"
"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!" She wrapped both arms around his neck and he couldn't really help it. She was too cute.
"That a promise?" he murmured.
"That's a guarantee," she said, closing the distance between them. Her lips were warm, her breath hot as it ghosted over his face. Darcy's fingers closed around a handful of his hair and he adjusted his grip on her, holding her close to his body.
She broke off the kiss and he chased her lips, humming softly as his feet started moving, carrying her out of the water and up towards the cabin.
And then like... they took a shower before the hanky panky because lake water...
Steve's fingers massaged her scalp, digging deep and making her feel all tingly the longer he kept it up. "Look up," he murmured. He spoke softly, but his tone was very 'Captain Rogers'.
So, she did, feeling a warm trickle of water begin to flow over her forehead as he poured some of their soapy bath water over her scalp.
He repeated the action a couple more times before reaching for her shampoo. He started rubbing it into her hair, fingernails scratching pleasantly against her scalp as he worked the shampoo up into a lather..
So a sudsy steamy bubble bath had definitely morphed into Steve using his captain voice and washing her hair.
And Darcy was NOT complaining. If she played her cards right, maybe he'd even carry that Captain voice over into the bedroom.
Summary: “She’s my best friend, that hasn’t changed.” Steve murmurs softly putting his coffee down.
“It’s clear your feelings for her have.” Sam murmurs his grin growing as he lifts his cup of coffee to his lips.
Fandom: Thor, Captain America, MCU
Rating: General.
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis & Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson.
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster.
Chapters: 1/3
Posted: AO3
Ask box prompt fill for @itscoffeefordinner
Chapter 1: Steve
“She’s my best friend, that hasn’t changed.” Steve murmurs softly putting his coffee down.
The common area isn’t crowded, and most people are more interested in their own conversations to bother eavesdropping on Steve and Sam. If the subject weren’t so personal for Steve, he probably wouldn’t even entertain the idea that someone might be. Or maybe he’d been seeing too many none too furtive glances from Natasha that he’s gotten a little paranoid in the last couple weeks.
Every time he and Darcy occupied the same space or had a conversation, Natasha was there watching. He wasn’t sure it she was watching out of curiosity or concern. As well as he knew the former spy, Steve couldn’t decipher what that look was supposed to mean.
It’s just that every moment he’s with Dr. Foster’s assistant it’s like the world melts away for a few glorious minutes. It’s earned him many an elbow in the ribs from Bucky when he’s caught mooning after the girl has left or he returns from getting a sandwich or watching a movie in the common room. Just thinking about it has a slight blush rising to his cheeks and add that she just walked into the room and he tracks her progress from door to coffee machine and he knows he has it bad for the girl.
A thought that has even more grounds when he sees the grin on Sam’s face. Apparently, he wasn’t subtle about his feelings for the small lab wrangler.
“It’s clear your feelings for her have.” Sam murmurs his grin growing as he lifts his cup of coffee to his lips.
“Yeah but now isn’t the best time to tell her.” He looks out the window the rain drenched balcony outside. It’s the kind of mood that had him thinking of hot chocolate and blankets curled up on the couch in his living room watching whatever movie Darcy liked, his arm around her shoulders. They’ve hung out in that same scenario a few times before and the last couple he swears she snuggled closer. Hands curled against his stomach her fingers brushing against his knuckles. How many times has he thought he should have just held her hand.
“Why not? What’s the worst she’s going to say Steve, ‘Sorry I’m just not that into you?’”
“Who’s not that into who now?”
Steve and Sam both look up. There’s Darcy standing just beyond them but close enough to catch the last of Sam’s words. She’s smiling a cup of coffee in her hand and looking for all the world like she hadn’t just come off a three-day science bender in the labs with Dr. Foster. A feat that Steve wasn’t sure many other non-science types in this place could manage. Even with being awake seventy-two hours straight and with bags under her eyes Darcy Lewis was still the most beautiful girl he’d seen since Peggy.
“Uh no one. Just someone in HR guess they aren’t very into one of the sergeants.” Steve managed though the grin on Darcy’s face seemed to say she doubted that to be true.
Her gaze cuts to Sam, “Hey Sam mind if I borrow the Captain here a moment.” Her voice level but the way she tilts her head down and widens her eyes just a fraction says ‘scram Sam cap and I need to have a chat’ and that intrigues Steve.
“Not at all Darce. Later Cap.” Sam picks up his coffee and walks away from the table whistling as he goes. If Steve didn’t know any better he’d say Sam was laughing at him.
Darcy plunks herself down in the newly empty chair and takes a sip of her coffee. The cup almost half drained when she sets it down on the table. Guess she really needed it.
“So, before I have the nerve to talk myself out of it I’m gonna ask you a question. However, given my sleep deprived nature I hope you won’t hold it against me if you find the question offensive or aren’t interested, okay?”
Confused Steve leans forward, elbows resting on the table as he nods mutely. May as well let it play out before telling her no right.
“Cool. Question. Would you be interested in going to dinner with me? I’d ask you out to a movie, but we do that already and even being standard date material it doesn’t feel like it’d be special. And technically dinner is sort of a rehash of like the million times we’ve met up for coffee just longer and more chances for me to drop food on the ladies. But it felt less creepy than asking you to an art show in Manhattan or a picnic.”
She’s rambling, and Steve can’t help the smile. She’s nervous about asking him out on a date when he’s just been wondering if he was crazy.
“Yeah sure, but can we still go to the art show?
“Of course, we can. And for the record I was asking you out.” She further explains fidgeting with her coffee cup between her hands. He never saw a cuter expression on her face than in that moment. But the nervous energy coming off her made his heart clench and he smiles at her.
“I know Darce,” Steve leans across the table his hand reaching to brush a thumb over her cheek. “I’m very happy you did.”
