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salmon_pink) wrote2014-05-22 04:03 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-05-22 04:03 pm
(MCU) Underhanded
Title: Underhanded
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Public sex. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100, prompt "between".
“So, between you and me, this is kind of boring,” Darcy murmurs, pushing in close. There’s plenty of room in the booth, but she likes being all pressed up against Sif’s side. “I don’t think anyone would notice if we left.”
Across the pub, Fandral’s surrounded by women, Volstagg’s talking animatedly with the bartender, Hogun’s playing darts. Jane and Erik are talking science, Thor watching Jane with intent devotion.
To be fair, Jane could be talking macaroni and farts, and Thor would still look at her like she’s the sun in the sky.
Truth is, it would be noticed if they left. And Darcy isn’t actually bored, not really. But she’s not above lying to get some alone time with the Lady Sif.
Who arches a brow, looking at Darcy sideways as she takes a hearty pull of her beer, like she can totally see through Darcy’s not-so-subtle bullshit.
“It would be impolite to abandon the festivities,” Sif informs her, and Darcy almost misses the words, distracted by Sif’s tongue tracing over her lips, licking away froth from her drink. “We should stay.”
Darcy’s about to complain, but then Sif’s hand slides up her thigh, and she’s suddenly really glad she chose to wear a skirt.
“Of course, nobody would notice if we were to amuse ourselves in the meantime,” Sif whispers, thumb tracing the material of Darcy’s panties. “Don’t you agree?”
“Totally,” Darcy nods enthusiastically, already spreading her legs, trying and failing not to look too smug with herself.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Public sex. For
femslash100, prompt "between".“So, between you and me, this is kind of boring,” Darcy murmurs, pushing in close. There’s plenty of room in the booth, but she likes being all pressed up against Sif’s side. “I don’t think anyone would notice if we left.”
Across the pub, Fandral’s surrounded by women, Volstagg’s talking animatedly with the bartender, Hogun’s playing darts. Jane and Erik are talking science, Thor watching Jane with intent devotion.
To be fair, Jane could be talking macaroni and farts, and Thor would still look at her like she’s the sun in the sky.
Truth is, it would be noticed if they left. And Darcy isn’t actually bored, not really. But she’s not above lying to get some alone time with the Lady Sif.
Who arches a brow, looking at Darcy sideways as she takes a hearty pull of her beer, like she can totally see through Darcy’s not-so-subtle bullshit.
“It would be impolite to abandon the festivities,” Sif informs her, and Darcy almost misses the words, distracted by Sif’s tongue tracing over her lips, licking away froth from her drink. “We should stay.”
Darcy’s about to complain, but then Sif’s hand slides up her thigh, and she’s suddenly really glad she chose to wear a skirt.
“Of course, nobody would notice if we were to amuse ourselves in the meantime,” Sif whispers, thumb tracing the material of Darcy’s panties. “Don’t you agree?”
“Totally,” Darcy nods enthusiastically, already spreading her legs, trying and failing not to look too smug with herself.