Drabbletag - Naked
Title: Exposure To Exposure
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Naked
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Darcy’s never had a problem getting naked in front of other people. Mostly because it usually leads to sexy funtimes, and Darcy loves her some sexy funtimes.
But with Sif it’s different, and she’s not even sure why. Just that it is.
Sif has even less problem being naked than Darcy has, but her appreciation of Darcy’s nudity is something else entirely. It’s intense, overwhelming, the way Sif studies her with a hungry gaze and worshipping hands. As if Darcy is a gift to be admired and savoured, and Darcy always winds up squirming and flushed, thighs rubbing together, wet and needy before Sif’s even really touched her.
Sif’s body is a work of art, golden skin and strong muscles and endless legs. And there’s a part of Darcy’s mind that can’t get over that, can’t get over somebody so perfect looking at Darcy like she’s the masterpiece.
Darcy’s made peace with her self-esteem, and she’s proud of the fact that she has more good days than bad when it comes to confidence. But the way Sif looks at her, it twists her all up inside, makes her shy and nervous, yet makes her feel glorious.
She doesn’t know how to handle it, but she’s learning.
“Stop looking and fuck me already!” is apparently an excellent way to cut through her issues, and whatever reverential haze Sif works herself into. It gets her a wicked grin, and then Sif’s doing what she’s told, burying her hot mouth between Darcy’s legs.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Naked
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Sif
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Darcy’s never had a problem getting naked in front of other people. Mostly because it usually leads to sexy funtimes, and Darcy loves her some sexy funtimes.
But with Sif it’s different, and she’s not even sure why. Just that it is.
Sif has even less problem being naked than Darcy has, but her appreciation of Darcy’s nudity is something else entirely. It’s intense, overwhelming, the way Sif studies her with a hungry gaze and worshipping hands. As if Darcy is a gift to be admired and savoured, and Darcy always winds up squirming and flushed, thighs rubbing together, wet and needy before Sif’s even really touched her.
Sif’s body is a work of art, golden skin and strong muscles and endless legs. And there’s a part of Darcy’s mind that can’t get over that, can’t get over somebody so perfect looking at Darcy like she’s the masterpiece.
Darcy’s made peace with her self-esteem, and she’s proud of the fact that she has more good days than bad when it comes to confidence. But the way Sif looks at her, it twists her all up inside, makes her shy and nervous, yet makes her feel glorious.
She doesn’t know how to handle it, but she’s learning.
“Stop looking and fuck me already!” is apparently an excellent way to cut through her issues, and whatever reverential haze Sif works herself into. It gets her a wicked grin, and then Sif’s doing what she’s told, burying her hot mouth between Darcy’s legs.