(MCU) Wash Out
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salmon_pinkTitle: Wash Out
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Thor/Jane/Darcy
Rating: PG-13
Words: 468
Timeline: Post-Thor 2
Notes: Threesome. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fan_flashworks, prompt "hot water".
Summary: Bath time is supposed to be relaxing.
The bath is barely big enough for Thor on his own, with his wide shoulders and impossibly long legs. Jane knows from experience that the two of them can squeeze in together, her sat between his thighs, leaning back into his chest. But it’s tight, and Jane can’t stretch her legs out, needs to keep them bent with her knees out of the water.
Adding Darcy into the mix is probably a mistake, but they’re determined to try it anyway.
Quite frankly, Jane’s surprised there’s any room left for water, arms and legs everywhere, but they manage it.
“Stupid faucet’s right in my back,” Darcy grumbles, and Thor’s lips thin out in that way that means he’s trying very hard not to laugh.
“Here,” Jane coaxes, pulling Darcy closer, until they’re chest to chest. She has to get her legs around Darcy’s waist to make it work, and they’re at an odd angle, hips aching a little despite the hot water easing her muscles.
“Why are you so stupidly tall?” Darcy snaps at Thor, and he gives up on hiding his grin, wrapping his arms around them both and hefting them on to his lap.
Water sloshes over the sides, and Jane giggles when he bites at her shoulder. Their feet squeak along the bottom of the bath as they fidget and rearrange themselves, ending up with Thor lying as stretched out as he can in the small space, Jane face to face with him, lying across his front, Darcy lying across Jane’s back.
“Mmm, this works,” Jane purrs, feeling warm, skin touching her everywhere.
“Speak for yourself,” Darcy huffs. “My butt is hanging out of the water, and it’s cold.”
She laughs when Thor reaches around, palms Darcy’s ass fondly, and Jane sighs, feeling Darcy wriggle above her, not wanting to give up her comfortable position but knowing she’s not being fair.
More shifting around, with the odd grunt from Thor when their elbows and knees catch him in awkward places, and Jane and Darcy wind up face to face and on their sides this time, each lying within the crook of one of Thor’s arms.
“This is better,” Darcy nods.
“Your hips are digging into my stomach,” Thor points out.
“Oh, you’re a God, suck it up,” Jane informs him bluntly, and Darcy smirks and kisses her, which seems to end Thor’s complaints quite nicely. Their skin is slick and slippery, and Darcy’s throat tastes like soap when Jane kisses her there. Thor’s hands massage their thighs, their waists, their breasts, and he peppers their hair and ears with hot and lazy kisses.
It’s should be perfect, finally.
“Have you noticed the water’s getting cold?” Darcy asks.
Jane sighs because, yes, she has.
“Maybe we should stick to shower sex instead,” she suggests with a groan.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Thor/Jane/Darcy
Rating: PG-13
Words: 468
Timeline: Post-Thor 2
Notes: Threesome. For
fan_flashworks, prompt "hot water".Summary: Bath time is supposed to be relaxing.
The bath is barely big enough for Thor on his own, with his wide shoulders and impossibly long legs. Jane knows from experience that the two of them can squeeze in together, her sat between his thighs, leaning back into his chest. But it’s tight, and Jane can’t stretch her legs out, needs to keep them bent with her knees out of the water.
Adding Darcy into the mix is probably a mistake, but they’re determined to try it anyway.
Quite frankly, Jane’s surprised there’s any room left for water, arms and legs everywhere, but they manage it.
“Stupid faucet’s right in my back,” Darcy grumbles, and Thor’s lips thin out in that way that means he’s trying very hard not to laugh.
“Here,” Jane coaxes, pulling Darcy closer, until they’re chest to chest. She has to get her legs around Darcy’s waist to make it work, and they’re at an odd angle, hips aching a little despite the hot water easing her muscles.
“Why are you so stupidly tall?” Darcy snaps at Thor, and he gives up on hiding his grin, wrapping his arms around them both and hefting them on to his lap.
Water sloshes over the sides, and Jane giggles when he bites at her shoulder. Their feet squeak along the bottom of the bath as they fidget and rearrange themselves, ending up with Thor lying as stretched out as he can in the small space, Jane face to face with him, lying across his front, Darcy lying across Jane’s back.
“Mmm, this works,” Jane purrs, feeling warm, skin touching her everywhere.
“Speak for yourself,” Darcy huffs. “My butt is hanging out of the water, and it’s cold.”
She laughs when Thor reaches around, palms Darcy’s ass fondly, and Jane sighs, feeling Darcy wriggle above her, not wanting to give up her comfortable position but knowing she’s not being fair.
More shifting around, with the odd grunt from Thor when their elbows and knees catch him in awkward places, and Jane and Darcy wind up face to face and on their sides this time, each lying within the crook of one of Thor’s arms.
“This is better,” Darcy nods.
“Your hips are digging into my stomach,” Thor points out.
“Oh, you’re a God, suck it up,” Jane informs him bluntly, and Darcy smirks and kisses her, which seems to end Thor’s complaints quite nicely. Their skin is slick and slippery, and Darcy’s throat tastes like soap when Jane kisses her there. Thor’s hands massage their thighs, their waists, their breasts, and he peppers their hair and ears with hot and lazy kisses.
It’s should be perfect, finally.
“Have you noticed the water’s getting cold?” Darcy asks.
Jane sighs because, yes, she has.
“Maybe we should stick to shower sex instead,” she suggests with a groan.
