(MCU) Swapsies
June 7th, 2014 14:27![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Swapsies
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "roles".
“I’m not entirely sure I see the point in this exercise,” Sif gripes, voice carrying from the bedroom. “We will both end up naked, like always, so why bother with these costumes?”
Darcy rolls her eyes, raking her fingers through her hair, trying to give it some extra body. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of roleplaying. ‘Advanced civilization’ my ass!”
She adjusts the breastplate of her outfit and poses in front of the bathroom mirror. Her boobs are spilling over the top, but that’s kind of what she’s going for, and Darcy gives her cleavage a quick jiggle, pushing everything a little higher. The skirt is leather, or a cheaper fabric that does a decent job of looking like leather, and it hangs around her waist in strips, revealing the tops of her thighs when she takes a step forward. Sif’s sword hangs at her hip, for a touch of authenticity.
“Okay, you ready?” she calls.
At Sif’s affirmative grunt, Darcy steps out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with a flourish, and then stops in her tracks because holy shit. Sif’s perched on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of Darcy’s glasses and a totally plain skirt and cardigan. Absolutely nothing Asgardian about it, and yet she somehow looks more inhumanly beautiful than ever. Darcy’s throat suddenly feels dry.
Judging by the way Sif’s eyes widen, hands curling into fists and tongue sweeping along her bottom lip, Darcy isn’t the only one enjoying the view.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "roles".“I’m not entirely sure I see the point in this exercise,” Sif gripes, voice carrying from the bedroom. “We will both end up naked, like always, so why bother with these costumes?”
Darcy rolls her eyes, raking her fingers through her hair, trying to give it some extra body. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of roleplaying. ‘Advanced civilization’ my ass!”
She adjusts the breastplate of her outfit and poses in front of the bathroom mirror. Her boobs are spilling over the top, but that’s kind of what she’s going for, and Darcy gives her cleavage a quick jiggle, pushing everything a little higher. The skirt is leather, or a cheaper fabric that does a decent job of looking like leather, and it hangs around her waist in strips, revealing the tops of her thighs when she takes a step forward. Sif’s sword hangs at her hip, for a touch of authenticity.
“Okay, you ready?” she calls.
At Sif’s affirmative grunt, Darcy steps out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with a flourish, and then stops in her tracks because holy shit. Sif’s perched on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of Darcy’s glasses and a totally plain skirt and cardigan. Absolutely nothing Asgardian about it, and yet she somehow looks more inhumanly beautiful than ever. Darcy’s throat suddenly feels dry.
Judging by the way Sif’s eyes widen, hands curling into fists and tongue sweeping along her bottom lip, Darcy isn’t the only one enjoying the view.
