Darcy was kissing him. Darcy Lewis.
Darcy Lewis was kissing him on his mouth and he forgot what he was supposed to do with his hands…
Scott flailed for a minute before grasping her arms right above her elbows and tilting his head so he could reach her better. He parted his lips and felt her tongue tentatively swipe into his mouth. He moaned, some kind of strangled, muffled, horrible sound that went right down her throat because he probably looked like he was trying to swallow her head. Unhinge his jaw like a snake.
She broke off the kiss, her blue eyes dark and sultry, looking him up and down. "You okay, Scott?“
He nodded. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah, I mean…yeah.”
“Yeah?” she grinned. "Are you sure?“
"I just…it’s been a while and I don’t want to…embarrass myself?”
“Yeah…” he blurted before he could help it.
She giggled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Do you want to put a pin in this?“
The coward in him wanted to nod. To say ‘yes, please?’ and drive her home. Kiss her on the cheek and go home alone.
But there was something else. Something singing in his bloodstream that wanted to do the opposite. Something that wanted to pick her up and throw her on this tabletop in the dark corner of Stark Industries fourth floor lab and prove to himself that he could still do this.
So he shook his head. "No. No pins. I-I want…I want…” he paused, their eyes locking for a split second before he placed his hands on her waist and hoisted her up on the table in front of him.
Darcy squealed in surprise, but she didn’t let it throw her off. She made grabby hands at him, reaching for his belt buckle. She undid it as he reached up under her skirt to tug down her leggings. He couldn’t remember a recent time where he wanted someone as much as he wanted her. He hadn’t recognized it at first.
He’d put it off as a friendship, somehow ignoring the fact that they flirted expertly back and forth like they were born to do it. The fact that Darcy Lewis featured in nearly every one of his fantasies. That was just…normal, right? Friends doing friendly things?
“Unghhhh…” he groaned when she slid her hand into his boxers. That was DEFINITELY friendly.
“God…” she murmured against his throat, “This certainly isn’t ant-sized, is it?”
He snorted, arching an eyebrow, “Do you like it? My erection selection?”
She giggled and bit her bottom lip, stroking him smoothly, causing his eyes to close for a few seconds. She kicked off her shoes and the leggings, breaking his reverie and reminding him of the task at hand.
Scott reached up and tugged down her panties, rucking up her skirt around her hips. He leaned over to kiss her throat to slide his fingers through her folds.
She hissed through her teeth, nipping at his earlobe.
He pressed two fingers inside her opening, twisting his hand, stroking upwards, grunting a little when her walls clenched around them.
He withdrew and spread her thighs a little more, catching her eye as he leaned forward, pressing into her.
She hooked her legs around his waist as he thrust into her. Her breasts bounced under her top. He lamented briefly that he hadn’t thought to play with them, but he really hoped this wouldn’t be his only chance with Darcy and that there would be more time later for him to spend worshipping what Tony Stark so lovingly called her “Darcy-Grade Sweater Meat”.
“Scott…” she whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders and he grunted again, speeding up as he watched one hand creep down between them to play with her clit.
“Fuck…” he slowed a little, not wanting to blow it too soon. Wanting to at least get her to the point where he could get her off quickly if he DID end up blowing it too soon.
But he couldn’t stop watching her fingers as she helped herself along. It was honestly the hottest fucking thing ever. He watched her fingers circle her clit until she shuddered against him, her walls clamping down around his dick and pulling him deeper.
He didn’t last long after that, pumping once, twice, a third time before his thrusts became erratic as her slick muscles clenched around him. His head dropped to her shoulder afterward, chest heaving.
“You okay, Darcy?”
She first patted, then rubbed his back. "More than…and Scott?“
“I like your erection selection very much.”