(MCU) Melting
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Title: Melting
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Jane
Rating: G
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "ice cream".
“What the hell is wrong with this country?” Darcy mutters, pulling at the neckline of her top in annoyance. Stupid England, with its stupid unpredictable weather. It’s been raining and grey and miserable for weeks, despite being the middle of summer, and now suddenly it’s painfully hot. No warning, the sky was overcast and dreary just the day before, but now there’s not a cloud to be seen and the sun is blasting down like a damn furnace.
At least Darcy’s not the only one suffering, because the English clearly do not know how to cope with the unexpected heat either. Which is why there’s such a ridiculously long queue to buy ice cream, but Darcy’s desire for a cold treat trumped her impatience and now she has two cones in hand.
Jane’s waiting at a table, face buried in her tablet, scrolling through equations and graphs, but she looks up when Darcy waves ice cream in her face.
“I got you one with a Flake,” she says proudly, nodding towards the spear of chocolate balanced in the ice cream.
Jane smiles gratefully and lifts the cone to her mouth, and it’s finally worth it. The heat, the queue, the boob sweat, Darcy can tolerate it all. Because for the next few minutes she gets to enjoy Jane’s tongue sliding over the ice cream, licking droplets off her fingers, making these appreciative little noises as she eats.
Darcy’s ice cream is melting as she watches, but she doesn’t even care.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Jane
Rating: G
Words: 250
Notes: For
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“What the hell is wrong with this country?” Darcy mutters, pulling at the neckline of her top in annoyance. Stupid England, with its stupid unpredictable weather. It’s been raining and grey and miserable for weeks, despite being the middle of summer, and now suddenly it’s painfully hot. No warning, the sky was overcast and dreary just the day before, but now there’s not a cloud to be seen and the sun is blasting down like a damn furnace.
At least Darcy’s not the only one suffering, because the English clearly do not know how to cope with the unexpected heat either. Which is why there’s such a ridiculously long queue to buy ice cream, but Darcy’s desire for a cold treat trumped her impatience and now she has two cones in hand.
Jane’s waiting at a table, face buried in her tablet, scrolling through equations and graphs, but she looks up when Darcy waves ice cream in her face.
“I got you one with a Flake,” she says proudly, nodding towards the spear of chocolate balanced in the ice cream.
Jane smiles gratefully and lifts the cone to her mouth, and it’s finally worth it. The heat, the queue, the boob sweat, Darcy can tolerate it all. Because for the next few minutes she gets to enjoy Jane’s tongue sliding over the ice cream, licking droplets off her fingers, making these appreciative little noises as she eats.
Darcy’s ice cream is melting as she watches, but she doesn’t even care.