For once, she doesn't nip at him in anger, doesn't pull him closer in something approaching violence.
Tommy kisses her and Darcy simply reciprocates, like a normal pair of twentysomethings in the early stages of love, rather than two people who couldn't reconcile their irate regards with a strange, undeniable drive to bump uglies.
Later, he'll taunt her with it.
Later, she'll spew venom.
But for now, she pretends that his arms are home and his lips are sweet and that the world around them isn't a mess on fire.
General Appearance: Silver hair (it seems to be a secondary mutation that’s hereditary, though possibly carried out only in males BUT YO FORGET THAT BECAUSE LADY WITH SILVER HAIR), worn in long, choppy layers. Dark blue eyes, sculpted facial features (similar, I think, to Ruby Rose?), thin but still relatively tall for a girl
Personality: Too smart for her own good. Witty and enjoys laughing - sometimes at the expense of others, her sense of humor can take a turn for the cruel. Does not know when to shut up which can often get her into trouble-- along with her quickfire temper. She can dish out teasing like nobodies business, but is incapable of receiving even the best constructive criticism unless it comes from Tommy himself (who she adores). Is almost unbeatable in any sort of debate. Sarah is willfull and ambitious, and once she decides she wants something, nothing will stand in her way of getting it. As a very young child, she was prone to instant gratification over working hard for “the long run”, but developed a taste for earning her success as she grew older.
Special Talents: Technokinesis (a lesser branch of her great-grandfather’s powers, I think). Also a killer dancer.
Who they like better: Tommy. Lets be real, he’d have a little daddy’s girl.
Who they take after more: She is a perfect mix of her parents, an equal split between them- her strongest traits are the ones they both share.
Personal Head canon: Though her parents aren’t married, don’t live together, fight more often than not, and in fact try dating other people from time to time, Sarah is convinced there’s something still between them (she catches them sharing devilish smiles, sometimes, when they don’t think she’s looking and she swears she caught them kissing in her mother’s kitchen, once- when she gets older, she realizes they date off and on and off and on again, a strange cycle that never quite ends). Both of her parents are actively involved in her life, despite whatever state of involvement they have with eachother at any given time.Sarah might not have her father’s speed naturally, but she does run track in highschool and often places in her races. As an adult, she works for the IT branch of an oil company before breaking into politics.
CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING ( this was sent in like a month ago whoops)
Erotolalia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty over the phone to your/my character.
He’s been on the phone with her for two minutes and already he’s not paying attention. Tommy could multitask- he’d made a point of making that clear to Darcy previously, and he had the motivation and attention span to memorize over half of Urban Dictionary and any number of random wikipedia pages and yet he could not continue to listen to Darcy for more than a minute.Why she was bringing him to the dinner seminar, why she had chosen him of all the attractive people she knew to be her arm candy, Darcy is completely at a loss.
But if she hears him give a nonchalant, non-commited mhm again, she’s going to lose it.
“So we’ve got a booth-”“Mhm.”
Somewhere inside of her, something broke. Common sense was lost in a tidal wave of rage and her lips, red lipstick mostly worn off after the day, opened to let loose the words of war.
“So nobody will see my hand slip down to rest on your leg, just sitting there at first, but then I’ll start darting my hand across the inseam of your pants...jeans? A good pair of jeans because this is supposed to be a fancy-schmancy doctor thing and I’ll kill you if you don’t make some sort of effort.It’ll be slow. I will drag my fingers so slowly and so lightly you won’t even be sure that anything’s happening and once you’re convinced it’s not, I’ll pull your zipper.
You say anything, your mouth even opens, you give me a look, you look at all like something out of the ordinary happens and I stop.
My hand goes in and curls around your dick and I might hate you most of the time and I definitely hate you now but I’m not gonna pretend I haven’t stared at your lap enough times to figure that you’re not lacking in size and you’re not. You’re just as big as I thought and getting bigger the more I touch you, the more I explore the length of you, letting my fingers trails up and down, nails grazing just enough that you feel them.
And then I wrap them around your dick and I start slow. From the head all the way down the shaft, one long slow torturous stroke and on the way back up, my finger tips play along the back, teasing, and then swirl around the head...like my tongue would if we weren’t in a banquet seminar with a bunch of people around us.
I’ll repeat it. Up and down. Over and over at the same painfully slow pace until your hips buck, and then I’ll let you have it. I’ll pump you hard and fast until you almost cum
And then I’ll stop.
I’ll wave a server over with my free hand, keeping my grip tight around the base of your dick and get a refill on my water.And then I’ll do it again.
And again.
I’ll make you beg for it, Tommy. I’ll make you plead. And when I’ve got the memory of your desperate whisper begging for me, just me, to let you come--
I’ll pump you until you cum so hard you’re seeing stars, hot and wet all over my hands and the under side of the table, til it’s the only thing you can manage to do not to moan outloud.”
Darcy’s voice had become raspy by then, dark and quiet, and when she pauses there is silence on the line.
