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I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.
For You I Will (Confidence) - Teddy Geiger
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“But your birthday was two days ago,” Darcy trotted down the hallway behind Clint who was pulling her by her wrist. “And I already gave you your present.”
“And as awesome as a yearlong subscription to the Cheese of the Month club is,” Clint glanced back at her with a grin, “It wasn’t exactly what I wanted.”
Darcy faltered as they turned a corner, stumbling on her 4-inch heels. “Dammit, Barton – where the hell are we going?”
“I told you, Lewis,” Clint slowed to accommodate her shorter stride. “We’re going to make my birthday wish come true. I made my wish, I blew out my candles, but it’s been two days and I’m tired of waiting.”
“You’re a sniper Barton – isn’t patience like, your thing?”
“Not in this case.”
“Okay, I’ll bite – what was your birthday wish?
“To have sex.”
Darcy yanked her wrist out of Clint’s loose grasp and slammed to a stop. “What the actual fuck, Barton? You’re my friend and I love you, you know, like a friend – but I am NOT having sex with you just because it was your ‘birthday wish’.”
Clint jerked around with a horrified expression. “Not with you, Lewis,” the horror on his face changed to a wolfish speculation as he admired her clingy red sweater and slim cut pencil skirt. “Though it might be worth a few birthday wishes to tangle up the sheets with you – I’m just talking having sex in general.”
Darcy crossed her arms over her chest and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Explain.”
“I’ve got a schedule to keep, Lewis – can I explain while we walk?” Clint held out his arm and put on his best pout.
Darcy sighed – even Fury had trouble resisting Clint’s best pout. She begrudgingly took his arm, “Where are we going, anyway?”
“I’ve got to drop something off for Cap and then I have a meeting with Fury.”
“Please, Clint, tell me you don’t want to have sex with Steve or Fury?” Darcy couldn’t help but giggle at the expression on Clint’s face.
“Funny, Darce. No – of the two people in this conversation – only one of us wants to have sex with Cap, and therein lays the problem with getting my birthday wish.”
Darcy slapped her hand on his arm. “Please explain how my crush on Steve is hindering your sex life.”
“You’re supposed to be my wingman when we go out!” Clint’s voice became slightly whiny and Darcy tried very hard not to find it adorable. “But instead of helping me pick up hot chicks – you spend the whole time crying into your beer about your epic love for Cap and then I have to drag your mopey drunk ass home.”
Darcy sniffed imperiously and looked down her nose at him – quite a feat since, even in her heels, she was still a few inches shorter than him.
Clint stopped and put his hands on her shoulders. “You’re harshing my mad pickup skills, Lewis,” he reached past her and pushed open the door behind her marked Captain Steve Rogers, before nudging her through. “Now get in there and fix it!”
Darcy stumbled backwards into Steve’s office and shouted through the door that Clint shut in her face, “So I’m what you had to ‘drop off for Cap’?”
“Got it in one, Lewis.” His voice faded and she heard him start whistling as he moved off down the hallway.
Darcy steeled herself as a throat cleared behind her; she took a deep breath, pasted a smile on her face and turned around to face the man who she’d been crushing on for months. “Hey, Steve.”
A tingle danced across her nerve endings, as it always did when she looked at him. He was leaned back in his desk chair, an impish grin on his lips and one eyebrow raised as he let his gaze travel over her. “And what is it that Barton intends for me to do with you, doll?”
Darcy had always thought romance novels were ridiculous; women didn’t ‘melt’ at the sound of a man’s voice. Then she met Steve – and discovered that she had a secret kink for ‘forties speak.’ Every time he let loose with one of those old fashioned endearments her tummy would give a slow roll and she legit expected her knees to give out.
It hadn’t taken Darcy long to discover that the shy persona of ‘Captain America ’ was just a mask that Steve Rogers wore. While she might have developed a harmless little crush on Cap – she had raging case of lust for Steve, who was a stunning juxtaposition of old fashioned manners combined with a wicked sense of humor and the easy confidence of a man in charge. That’s not to say that Steve wasn’t sweet – but he wasn’t the innocent his alter ego was made out to be. So she wasn’t surprised that when he finally met her eyes, after his slow perusal lingered on her hips, her tits and her mouth- painted in devil red, there wasn’t a blush to be seen.
She rolled her eyes and forced a laugh – her skin felt tight and overheated. “I have no idea. You know Clint – always a prankster,” she turned back to the door and twisted the knob. Her heart was racing and she was overwhelmed with the need to escape before she did something to embarrass herself, like climbing into his lap and licking the side of his throat.
Unfortunately the knob didn’t turn. At all. “Steve, there’s something wrong with your door.” Darcy grunted as she tried to force the door open.
She heard the creak of his chair and had to bite back a moan when she felt the heat of him along her back as he reached past her to try the knob. “What the fuck?”
Darcy couldn’t hold back a whimper as his breath ghosted over her ear on the exhaled expletive. While his use of antiquated endearments made her weak, the way his mouth moved when he said ‘fuck’ made her want to spontaneously combust. She didn’t even have to see it – she was hyper-aware of the way his teeth dragged across his bottom lip as he emphasized the f.
She gave the door a kick and dropped her head to rest against the wood. “Dammit. Jarvis!” She hoped Steve didn’t notice her ragged breathing and the way her voice broke – but he was practically pressed against her and it was taking every ounce of her will power not to turn around and yank his head down, to kiss him hard and dirty, like she’d been dreaming of for months.
“Yes, Miss Lewis,” the dry voice of Stark’s AI filtered into the room. “How may I be of service?”
“Please unlock the door.”
“I’m sorry Miss Lewis – but I have strict instructions from Agent Barton that I am not to unlock the door until you do your part to grant his birthday wish.” Darcy was sure she could hear fond exasperation in his tone. She would have to spend time later wondering how exactly it was that an AI could have a ‘tone.’
Steve was close enough that his chuckle vibrated through her body. “Jarvis, what is it exactly that Miss Lewis needs to do?”
Darcy groaned in embarrassment and banged her head on the door when the AI started to respond. “Don’t you dare, Jarvis. I’ll do it – I’m going to fucking kill Clint – but I’ll do it.”
She turned slowly to face Steve who was looking down at her with a grin. “Didn’t you already give Barton his birthday present, Darce? Something to do with cheese, wasn’t it?”
Darcy huffed out a laugh and pressed her back against the door – trying to gain some space to clear her head. “Unfortunately, that wasn’t exactly what he wanted.”
“And what does he want?” Steve’s fingers brushed her cheek as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear; the low rumble of his voice combined with his feather light touch on her skin further inflamed the moist heat she could feel pooling between her thighs.
“S-sex,” Darcy stammered, her brain was fried by her proximity to Steve, the way he was surrounding her with his heat and presence and the delicious masculine scent that was all him. “He wants to have sex.”
It was like she had thrown a switch and a thundercloud of rage settled on Steve’s face. The crooked smile and flirtatious glint in his eyes were instantly wiped away – his jaw clenched and his eyes turned to ice. “I will fucking end him.” Steve stepped back from Darcy and she could see by the tight set of his shoulders and the clench of his fists that he was geared up for battle. “Jarvis, if you don’t open the door right now, I will break it down.”
With the foot of space that Steve had put between them, Darcy was finally able to think clearly again and her previous words washed over her. “Oh, God – Steve, no!” She had to laugh, because he’d made the same assumption she had initially. “He doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
Darcy heard him mumble something that sounded an awful lot like that makes one of us but she was giggling so hard at the look of confusion on his face that she was sure she just misheard.
“I think you need to explain.” Steve took another step back and leaned on the front of his desk, hands gripping the edge, fingers curled around the wood like he was trying to keep himself from reaching for something else.
Tilting her head back to look at the ceiling, Darcy took a deep breath. Clint was right. As long as she held on to this ridiculous crush, she was never going to be able to meet anyone else. She could just get it out there, Steve could tell her that he was flattered but he didn’t think of her that way. She could have one last blow out mope fest – surely Clint wouldn’t begrudge her one night of tequila and chunky monkey to mend her broken heart – and then she could move on. Things might be awkward between her a Steve for a bit – but they were both adults. She would likely have to skip his birthday party next week though. That was probably too soon for her to watch him flirting with other girls; she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to be over him by then – maybe by the tri-centennial?
“Darcy?”
“Okay,” she looked at him, the quizzical half smile on his face, and took a moment to enjoy what would probably be their last non-awkward moment for a while. “Apparently, I’ve been a crap wingman for Barton and he wants that to end.”
Steve furrowed his brow, “So he wants me to be his wingman?”
“No, I mean, I don’t know – maybe?” Darcy took a moment to consider Steve and Clint hanging out and picking up girls before her brain skittered away from that thought. Yeah – not something she wanted to dwell on. “Mainly he doesn’t want to continue dragging my ‘mopey drunk ass’ home after I spend all night crying into my beer over the guy that I have a huge crush on. He says it’s ‘harshing his mojo’.”
“Oh,” Steve blew out his breath with a short laugh and looked away with a bitter twist of his lips. “So, uh, who’s the guy?” he asked, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.
Darcy took a deep breath and dropped her eyes. “You,” she sensed the way he pushed up from his desk, but she kept her eyes down and noticed for the first time that she had been twisting her fingers in the hem of her sweater. She let go of the material and smoothed it out, trying to cover the way her hands were shaking. He hadn’t said anything – and his silence spoke volumes to her. Fuck, this was hard. “Look, I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We’re friends, I know you don’t think of me that way and I’m sorry that I had to do this - but until I got it out there, I was just going to keep hanging on to that little bit of hope that maybe we could be something.”
She lifted her head and pasted on a fake smile, but kept her eyes focused over his shoulder. “And now that’s done. Jarvis, the door please?” With a sigh of relief she heard the door unlock and she turned to open it. “I’ll see you around, Steve.”
Before she could get the door more than cracked, his hand slammed against it. “Lock the door, Jarvis.” Steve’s voice was low and raw – practically scraping against her skin. “What the fuck makes you think I don’t think of you that way, Darce?”
She looked over her shoulder at him and her heart stuttered at the pure lust that was blazing in his eyes. Her breath went shallow and she bit her lip against the moan that rose up in her throat. “Steve?”
He bent his head to breathe in her ear, “Would you like me to tell you the way I think of you, sweetheart?” He turned her with a hand on her shoulder – pressing her back against the door as he leaned into her. “The way I think about you when I’m in my bed, with my hand wrapped around my cock as I imagine you riding me, tits bouncing – begging me to fuck you harder as you come apart around me.”
Darcy shivered when he gripped her hip in one hand, pulling her tight against his body and sliding his leg in between hers. The slow burn in her belly flaring to an inferno as the hard muscle and heat of his thigh pressed up against her core. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, his blue eyes dark with want, scorching as they tracked over her face, lingering on her mouth and narrowing when she licked her lips.
“The way I think about you when I’m in the shower, thrusting into my fist as I picture you on your knees, your beautiful lips wrapped around me,” he cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “sucking my cock until I come into your filthy mouth.” He lowered his mouth to her throat, whispering against her skin, “Or on your tits.”
She couldn’t hold back a moan as his hands skimmed under her sweater, stroking her smooth skin and brushing his thumbs against the underside of her breasts. “Your beautiful, gorgeous tits – lemme see you, Darcy,” he breathed between licks and bites as he worked his mouth up to her lips, his hands pushing her sweater higher.
Darcy was stunned, awash in heat and sensation as his words painted pictures of things she thought she’d been alone in wanting. He’d flirted with her, but she’d never imagined that he wanted her; the way his body was pressing against her now made it clear that she’d been very, very wrong. She jerked free of the spell he had her under and with a gasp of his name she buried her hands into his hair – licking into his mouth and moaning when his tongue rubbed against hers as he deepened the kiss. He slanted his mouth hard over hers, sucking on her tongue and biting her bottom lip, dragging his teeth across it like he’d watched her do so many times.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she pulled her mouth away and yanked her sweater over her head – leaning back against the door she thrust her breasts forward. She knew the dark blue satin and lace of her balconette bra contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin and did little to contain the soft swells of her cleavage –“Is this what you want to see?”
Steve hummed in appreciation as she tugged his hands up to cover her breasts, grinning when she whimpered at the friction of his thumbs circling over taut peaks. “Not quite, Darce.” He bent forward, giving a teasing lick over the fabric covering her, while he reached around her to flip open the catches of her bra. “As pretty as this looks on you, it’s not what I’m after.” With a little tug he pulled her bra off and tossed it over his shoulder, groaning as her creamy breasts spilled into his hands. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled, pushing them up and together as he lowered his mouth to tongue and suck at both nipples.
Darcy’s head fell back against the door and she gripped his waist, fingers flexing and nails digging in as she kneaded his flesh. The feel of his lips and teeth on the sensitive skin of her breasts sent jolts of sensation straight to her center, causing her to grind down on his thigh, the rhythm of her hips timed to the pull of his mouth on her aching nipples.
She slid her hands up over the hard planes of his chest, curling over his shoulders, “God – you feel so good,” she whined a little in the back of her throat as she tried to pull his shirt up over his head.
“Gettin’ a little impatient, doll?” Darcy couldn’t help but tremble at the dark promise in Steve’s smile as he reached back to pull his shirt off. “’M gonna take all day with you,” he leaned down to drag his teeth over her earlobe, “you’re still gonna feel me inside you next week.”
Darcy licked her lips at the sight of his beautiful chest, the hard definition of his abdominals rippling as he shifted towards her – every sinful word he uttered, everything he described was driving the insistent need to feel him inside her – but she still had a little surprise of her own. Dragging her nails up his sides, she pushed lightly on his chest to ease him back and give herself some space. A slow smile spread across her face as she reached back and popped the button and lowered the zipper of her skirt. The flare of heat in his eyes as the position pushed her breasts forward gave her a little thrill as she pushed her skirt over her hips and gave him a wicked smile. “Well, I was hoping you’d still be inside me next week.”
Steve’s eyes glazed over, his mouth falling open slightly and Darcy gave an internal cheer for the power of fabulous lingerie. She couldn’t remember now what had caused her to pull out the garter belt and silk stockings this morning – but she must have been in the favor of some mercurial God. She cocked her hip and ran her hand down her leg, sliding her fingers under the edge of the lacy strap.
“Darce, you’re gonna kill me.” He yanked her to him and ran his hands down her back, sliding them to her ass and then lower, toying with the tops of her stockings. “You’re like a fuckin’ wet dream.” He crushed his lips to hers while he lifted her up to circle her thighs around his hips. The slow drag of her hot center against the bulge of his arousal made him thrust against her, pinning her to the door.
Darcy rubbed herself shamelessly against the hard ridge of his erection – she ached to feel him inside her. She rolled her hips against him and licked up the side of his throat to whisper in his ear, “Tell me more about all the dirty, depraved things you want to do to me.”
“Sweetheart, I’m going to do much better than tell you,” he spun her around and set her down on the edge of his desk, “I’m going to show you.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and slid his hands up her legs, thumbs gliding against the inside of her thighs. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined you like this? Spread out on my desk while I lick your pretty pussy, making you scream while I fuck you with my tongue?” His hands drifted higher and he groaned when his thumbs brushed against her panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Darce.”
She leaned back on her hands and thrust her hips forward, “That’s not unusual when I’m around you,” she gave him a saucy wink. “I’ve almost gotten used to the fact that you keep me in a constant state of arousal.”
Steve growled low in his throat and wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs, bowing his head to suck her clit through the thin damp silk of her panties. She could feel his moan of pleasure and the heat of his words as he told her how good she tasted – the wet slide of the material combined with the drag of his tongue sending a rush of need and desire to fire her nerve endings. Darcy rolled her hips against his mouth and he curled an arm around her thigh, lifting her leg onto his shoulder. He stroked his hand up the back of her thigh and cupped her ass to pull her closer to his mouth.
Overwhelmed and on the edge, she could hear herself begging for more, and damn if she could stop. When he pulled her panties to the side and thrust two thick fingers into her, she nearly wept with relief. She arched against the steady twist of his fingers in her pussy, the teasing licks of his tongue on her clit. Her voice was wrecked, a broken moan tearing from her throat as he increased the speed of his fingers, curling them to drag against the center of her pleasure.
Darcy was hyper sensitive and his large hand left a burning trail as he touched her everywhere - her body awash in sensation as he massaged her breast, plucked at her nipple, smoothed down her side to squeeze her hip before sliding across to press down just above where his mouth was driving her mad. When he slid his thumb alongside his tongue, the dueling counterpoint drove her to a frenzy and her legs clenched around his shoulders as she felt the pull of tension start to coil into her release.
“Darcy, look at me,” she hadn’t even realized her eyes were closed, but she recognized the ragged need in his voice and opened her eyes to look down at him, his mouth wet and shiny with her juices. “I wanna see you come apart for me,” he dipped his head without breaking eye contact, lashed her clit with his tongue and she crashed into bliss.
Her orgasm roared through her body, making her bow off his desk with a sharp cry of his name and he pressed his forearm down on her hips to hold her in place. He stilled his fingers inside of her and pressed his tongue flat against her pulsing clit. She relaxed into it as she dropped bonelessly back to the desk, her hand coming up to knead slowly at his shoulder as waves of pleasure rolled through her and he brought her down from the height of it.
When he pulled his fingers from her, she blinked her eyes open to look down at him again. She wasn’t surprised to see a cocky grin on his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the taste of her from them.
“C’mere,” her voice was husky and lazy as she curled her hands around his shoulders to tug him up so that she could kiss that stupid smile off his face. She rubbed her lips against his, darting her tongue out to taste herself and humming in pleasure when he responded with a groan - kissing her hungrily, his hand plunging into her hair.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her body, reveling in the feel of his chest against hers – his hard torso sliding against her cunt sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body. Darcy pulled her mouth from his with a gasp, stroking her hands down to toy with his belt. “How is it, Captain Rogers, that you still have your pants on?”
“You wanna do something about that, Miss Lewis?”
“Not only do I want to, Captain, I feel that it’s my duty after that spectacular performance.” She dropped her legs from around his waist and he came to his feet, trading slow wet kisses with her while her hands were busy stroking and squeezing his cock through his trousers. “Can I make a request?” Darcy whispered against his mouth.
“Sweetheart, you can have anything you want,” the words came out on a harsh pant as Darcy started to undo his belt and the fastenings of his trousers. His head fell back when she finally pushed his pants down over his hips along with his boxer briefs – her hands taking a leisurely pass over his ass before she circled her fingers around his cock and rubbed her thumb across the head. “Fuck, Darce,” he gasped. “That’s so fuckin’ good.”
Darcy nudged him back with a hand on his hip so she could slide off the desk. Looking up at him through her lashes, she continued her slow stroking of his cock, spreading his pre-come all around the head and enjoying the hungry look in his eyes as he watched himself thrusting into her fist and against the soft skin of her belly. “I have a confession,” she smoothed her free hand up over his shoulder and then down his arm to lace her fingers with his. “Every time I’ve ever been in this office,” she gave one last stroke to his cock before turning her back to him, crossing her arm over her chest and bringing their joined hands up to rest on her shoulder. “I’ve fantasized about you bending me over this desk and fucking my brains out,” she winked at him before applying a slight pressure to his hand, indicating what she wanted.
Steve growled and fisted one hand in Darcy’s hair, bringing his mouth to hers in a sloppy kiss full of teeth and tongue; the sound of broken groans and gasping moans filled the room as he eased her down to lay across his desk and lifted her hips up – muttering expletives as his cock rubbed across the smooth skin of her ass. Darcy shivered as goosebumps chased his callused fingers down her back before they curled possessively around her hip – the heat of his body against her back a sharp contrast to the cold surface of his desk.
Pushing up on one elbow, Darcy looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at him, biting her lip at the heat and lust in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her, “Ready when you are, Captain.”
Steve reached down to fumble his wallet out of his pants; he pulled out a condom, ripped it open and rolled it on almost faster than her eyes could track his movements. “I hope you’re not too fond of these,” his hand curled around the sides of her panties and Darcy whimpered as the muscles of his arms and chest flexed and he ripped the thin material away.
“Even if I was,” her voice breathless with need, “their sacrifice was totally worth it.”
Flashing a dirty grin at her, Steve wrapped his hands around her hips, lifting and spreading her to expose her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. He rubbed his hard length against her wet heat, spreading her juices all over his cock, nudging against her still swollen clit. Darcy jerked back, thrusting her ass higher up, a wordless whine clawing free from her throat.
“Darcy, baby, ‘M gonna have to fuck you now,” with a swift plunge of his hips, he thrust into her, stretching her to just the right side of pleasure over pain. His fingers dug into her hips and his head fell back as he breathed in hard through his clenched teeth. “God damn, you’re so tight,” his voice was strained with the effort to hold still. “You okay, Darce?”
“Oh, god – Steve – so good,” she canted her hips and tightened her muscles around him. “Please, just fuck me.”
Her words broke whatever control he had left and he fucked into her with hard fast strokes - broken curses, endearments and encouragements fell from his lips as their bodies crashed together in a frenzy of lust and need and possession. “Darcy, so fuckin’ beautiful – wanted this for so long, dreamed of having you – I need you – need you to be mine.” Threading a hand in her hair he turned her head to look at him.
Darcy’s vision was hazy and unfocused as pleasure coursed through her system, but she could see the longing on his face and she wondered how she could have ever thought that he was indifferent to her – how she could have missed what he was showing her so clearly now. “Yours, Steve – I’m all yours,” her breath hitched at the joyful smile that spread across his face and when he bent to kiss her, the slow flip of her heart told her that she was done for.
“Wanna make you feel so good, Darce,” he whispered against her lips before he reached around her to press a callused finger against her clit, timing the slide of his finger with the thrust of his hips. “You gonna come for me again?”
“Oh, god - yes,” Darcy ground down against his hand, “Feels so good – Steve – m’ so close - yes…” Darcy screamed his name, slamming back against him as colors bloomed in her vision and her walls clamped down hard on him. She could feel him continue to thrust into her, his movements shallow and jerky as he fucked her through her orgasm – telling her how good she felt, how close he was, how he couldn’t wait to do this again. Darcy huffed out a laugh at the last one and he groaned out her name, gripping her hips and pulling her down hard on his cock as he came – hips hitching with little tremors against her, fingers pulsing against her skin.
He bent over her, dropping his forehead to rest between her shoulder blades as he dropped soft, sweet kisses between panted breaths against her skin. “You okay?”
Darcy reached back and stroked her hand along his hip, squeezing his thigh. “So okay.”
Steve chuckled and reached up to touch the side of her face, turning her to look at him once again. He gave her a sweet smile and bumped his nose against hers before capturing her lips in a slow gentle kiss that had her sighing into his mouth. Dropping another kiss on her shoulder, he laughed again, “I don’t know about Barton, sweetheart – but I don't even need to blow out my candles this year,” the smile on his face turning into a devilish grin. “My birthday wish just came true.”