Darcy x Scott - #5 A surprise kiss, one leans in, the other goes still, takes a breath, and then responds
“So, as you probably know, that wasn’t fucking gonna fly. Like, you don’t take my class... at the graduate level, just to feed me a plagiarized paper, right?” Darcy sighed and reached across the table to steal a fry off Scott’s plate.
He hadn’t touched them. He didn’t particularly care for fries, but Darcy always ate them whenever they had lunch together, especially when she was blowing off steam.
One of her arms was draped across his, hands lazily clasped together as she used the other to cherry pick french fries and dip them in ketchup. “I mean... it’s a fucking disgrace, right? I tazed Thor. That happened. Also, I’m a doctor. What the fuck do they think is going to happen when they try to pass off these bush-league stunts, you know?”
“So you just called him out?” Scott asked, trying not to make a huge deal about the fact that they were holding hands, but it was the only thing he could focus on.
“Her. And yes.” She squeezed his hand and peered down at him. “Are you listening?”
“Trying,” he said, laughing weakly. “Sorry, Darcy, I--”
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, mouth popping when she ended the kiss. “I’m also sorry, I thought that would be a whole lot smoother than it was... just ignore me, I clearly read this incorrectly... god... I need to watch less TV, I swear to Th--”
Scott closed the distance between them, kissing her a bit more firmly than she’d done, her babbling dying on her lips as she dropped the fry she was still holding to clutch his t-shirt and pull him closer. “Fuck you are good at that.”
“Pretty sure this is the thing I’m worst at.”
“I’m inclined to agree given how long it took you to kiss me,” she teased.