Actual, sleeping on the ground in a sleeping bag, camping - Darcy/Steve
for @tumblringinthetardis Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Actual, sleeping on the ground in a sleeping bag, camping
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Darcy wiggled around, trying to get comfortable in the sleeping bag. Steve was doing a tremendous job of pretending she wasn’t the loudest thing in the world at that moment.
“You alright?” Steve asked, propping his hands behind his head.
“No, there’s a root or something jabbing me in the back.
“C’mere then,” he jutted his chin, and Darcy arched an eyebrow. “Come over there?”
“Yeah. I didn’t say gimme a lap dance, I said come over here.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come over where exactly.”
He unzipped his bag all the way and flipped it open, and then patted his chest with one hand. “I’m a pretty good pillow.”
Darcy blushed crimson, so she was sort of glad for the darkness at that moment.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m always serious,” he said in mock offense.
Rolling her eyes, she unzipped her bag and crawled over to him, spreading her sleeping bag turned comforter out over them, she curled up by his side, her head pillowed on his pecs.
“You’re right, this is better. Are you sure you don’t want the lapdance?” she teased.
“Maybe tomorrow morning,” he said. “I love getting a lapdance before breakfast.”
She huffed out a laugh and closed her eyes, trying not to have a mental image materialize right before she drifted off.
