Drabbletag - Porn
Title: Romp
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Porn
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Amazing Spider-Man Movieverse
Pairing: Darcy/Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
There’s something about Gwen that’s just pure porn. It’s the softness of her hair, those knowing eyes, that gorgeous mouth. It’s the casually confident way she carries herself, the curves beneath those blazers. It’s the lilt of her voice, the huskiness of her laugh.
She personifies sex.
Unfortunately, Darcy makes the mistake of telling her this.
“I’m porn?” Gwen smirks, one eyebrow raised.
“I take it back,” Darcy grumbles.
Gwen gives her a wicked grin, putting on her best terrible-porn-actor voice. “But Ms Lewis, you’re my boss and I’d do anything for a raise.”
“We were having a moment, and you’ve ruined it,” Darcy informs her haughtily. Because telling somebody they’re walking pornography is totally romantic, at least by Darcy’s standards. “Besides, you’re an intern, you don’t get paid.”
“So you’re not going to fuck me over your desk, Ms Lewis?” Gwen teases, voice still high-pitched and fluttery.
“I don’t have a desk,” Darcy snorts.
As one, their gazes drift towards the kitchen table.
“How long until Jane’s back?” Gwen asks normally.
“Who cares?” Darcy grins wolfishly, grabbing Gwen’s wrist and tugging her up from the couch.
“Whatever you say, Ms Lewis,” Gwen agrees breathily, back to her porn voice and batting her eyelashes for good measure.
“Are you going to talk like that the entire time?”
“Yes, Ms Lewis.”
Darcy presses against Gwen’s back, bending her forward over the table. “Maybe I’ll have to gag you,” she purrs against Gwen’s ear.
Gwen’s answering shiver is, predictably enough, pure porn.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Porn
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Amazing Spider-Man Movieverse
Pairing: Darcy/Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
There’s something about Gwen that’s just pure porn. It’s the softness of her hair, those knowing eyes, that gorgeous mouth. It’s the casually confident way she carries herself, the curves beneath those blazers. It’s the lilt of her voice, the huskiness of her laugh.
She personifies sex.
Unfortunately, Darcy makes the mistake of telling her this.
“I’m porn?” Gwen smirks, one eyebrow raised.
“I take it back,” Darcy grumbles.
Gwen gives her a wicked grin, putting on her best terrible-porn-actor voice. “But Ms Lewis, you’re my boss and I’d do anything for a raise.”
“We were having a moment, and you’ve ruined it,” Darcy informs her haughtily. Because telling somebody they’re walking pornography is totally romantic, at least by Darcy’s standards. “Besides, you’re an intern, you don’t get paid.”
“So you’re not going to fuck me over your desk, Ms Lewis?” Gwen teases, voice still high-pitched and fluttery.
“I don’t have a desk,” Darcy snorts.
As one, their gazes drift towards the kitchen table.
“How long until Jane’s back?” Gwen asks normally.
“Who cares?” Darcy grins wolfishly, grabbing Gwen’s wrist and tugging her up from the couch.
“Whatever you say, Ms Lewis,” Gwen agrees breathily, back to her porn voice and batting her eyelashes for good measure.
“Are you going to talk like that the entire time?”
“Yes, Ms Lewis.”
Darcy presses against Gwen’s back, bending her forward over the table. “Maybe I’ll have to gag you,” she purrs against Gwen’s ear.
Gwen’s answering shiver is, predictably enough, pure porn.