Drabbletag - Freedom
Title: Trade Of The Tricks
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Freedom
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Maria/Darcy
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Bondage
Maria smirks down at Darcy’s frustrated pout. “You’re the one who wanted to learn my - how did you put it - ‘SHIELD agent tricks’,” she points out, and Darcy glares mutinously, handcuffs rattling against the headboard. “Think of this as training.”
She makes a show of tossing the key across Darcy’s room. It lands in a pile of laundry, which means it’s probably lost forever.
“You just concentrate on freeing yourself,” she murmurs, leaning down until her lips almost brush Darcy’s own. “Ignore any distractions and focus.”
“I think I liked it better when you barely spoke to me,” Darcy grumbles, but she’s already turning the lock-picks over in her fingers.
Maria grins to herself, smoothly pushing backwards, spine arching and hips swinging, and Darcy watches her with hungry eyes.
“Focus,” Maria reminds her.
Not that she’s going to make it easy. Darcy can open locks quickly now, but it’s trickier from this position, and Maria’s lips on her skin make it trickier still. She mouths at Darcy’s bare stomach, ticklish pressure, before nipping at Darcy’s nipple, and Darcy swears and almost drops the lock-picks. She leaves hickies across Darcy’s ribs, kisses at her throat, and Darcy squirms and frowns, fingers working the cuffs and body pushing up into Maria’s touch.
They both freeze at the telltale click of the lock opening.
“Freedom!” Darcy crows, and then her hands are in Maria’s hair, shoving her face down between Darcy’s spread thighs.
Which is fair enough. Darcy’s earned her reward.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Freedom
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Maria/Darcy
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Bondage
Maria smirks down at Darcy’s frustrated pout. “You’re the one who wanted to learn my - how did you put it - ‘SHIELD agent tricks’,” she points out, and Darcy glares mutinously, handcuffs rattling against the headboard. “Think of this as training.”
She makes a show of tossing the key across Darcy’s room. It lands in a pile of laundry, which means it’s probably lost forever.
“You just concentrate on freeing yourself,” she murmurs, leaning down until her lips almost brush Darcy’s own. “Ignore any distractions and focus.”
“I think I liked it better when you barely spoke to me,” Darcy grumbles, but she’s already turning the lock-picks over in her fingers.
Maria grins to herself, smoothly pushing backwards, spine arching and hips swinging, and Darcy watches her with hungry eyes.
“Focus,” Maria reminds her.
Not that she’s going to make it easy. Darcy can open locks quickly now, but it’s trickier from this position, and Maria’s lips on her skin make it trickier still. She mouths at Darcy’s bare stomach, ticklish pressure, before nipping at Darcy’s nipple, and Darcy swears and almost drops the lock-picks. She leaves hickies across Darcy’s ribs, kisses at her throat, and Darcy squirms and frowns, fingers working the cuffs and body pushing up into Maria’s touch.
They both freeze at the telltale click of the lock opening.
“Freedom!” Darcy crows, and then her hands are in Maria’s hair, shoving her face down between Darcy’s spread thighs.
Which is fair enough. Darcy’s earned her reward.