That ‘Loki turns __________ into a cute, baby animal’ trope; Darcy’s turn.
He’d only lost track of the man who he thought looked entirely too much like supposedly-dead Loki for a few seconds, but Steve skidded to a halt as he turned the corner and saw no one on the street behind Darcy’s favorite café at all.
Well, no one save a tiny, dark-haired kitten daintily lapping at the cream atop a puddle of spilled Hazelnut Mocha Latté next to some apparently-discarded women’s clothing.
Steve lifted the kitten, admonishing, “I’m not sure that’s good for you, kitty.”
The kitten hissed, struggled, and batted at his gloved hand. When he held her still and looked her in the eye, she gave a plaintive ‘mew.’
He’d always thought himself a dog-guy, but something about the intelligent and fearless look on the kitten’s face melted his heart. He stroked her soft cheek. “Aren’t you a daring little beauty! Your eyes are as gorgeous as Darcy’s.”
“Huh. Got it in one,” thought Kitten-Darcy.
Then, “Wait. You think my eyes are gorgeous?”
Steve glanced around as though to make sure he wasn’t overheard. “And she has the prettiest eyes ever.” When the kitty only stared at him, he explained, “Darcy’s the girl, I mean woman… Ah. Fuck it. She’s the dame I’m dizzy for.” His lips twisted to a teasing grin. “Don’t tell anyone and we can be friends.”
Her tiny kitten heart raced with joy.
Steve grinned as the kitten purred madly. “You like me, too? OK! I’ll take you home with me, sweet girl. I have milk there, which I hope will agree with you better than coffee. And, I need a shower. It’s been a long day.” He looked her over while she squirmed, almost as though embarrassed. “You seem clean, but maybe I’ll wash you up, too.”
Darcy went still as she stared at him. “I’ll be the first kitten EVER to enter a shower
willingly.” She licked his face, delighting as he laughed with pleasure.
Missions aside, they were inseparable from that moment on.
The magic lasted one full lunar cycle.
Then, Darcy woke as Steve cried out her name. She looked around them at his moonlit room, noting that the scale of her world had changed again.
She was human.
And, she was naked. And, she was in Steve’s bed lying with her head and hands atop his bare chest- wriggling against him and feeling the relief of skin instead of fur on her body- not to mention the pleasure of feeling his skin and oh-so-tight boxer briefs against her. And, he looked shocked, though pleased. And, she wasn’t sorry for scratching any of the women who flirted with him while she lived with him as a kitten. And, she wasn’t sorry for staring at him every time he was naked or partially unclothed.
And, she was really tired of kitten food.
And, she remembered every word he’d said about his all-consuming crush on her (Human-her, that is). He had turned to Kitten-Darcy as his confidante in recent weeks. He talked about Human-Darcy a LOT, worrying about her and lusting over her and longing for her.
He was crazy about her and it was awesome, especially now that she was finally human again.
Steve stuttered, “S-s-so… THIS is where you’ve been all this time! We were so worried. How?!” His cheeks reddened as he thought of all the things he’d admitted and done in front of Kitten-Darcy. He texted a message to Jane that Darcy was safe and with him. “Shit. Sorry. I mean… not that you haven’t heard how secretly foul my language is, but, damn. I guess you know all my secrets now.”
She shrugged, closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his from habit. “I don’t know how. I was drinking coffee and not really watching where I was going. The next thing I knew, you pulled me away from what was left of my coffee.” She faux-pouted and then grinned impishly, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Thanks for taking good care of me.”
When his phone buzzed, she took it from him and texted replies to Jane, including many exclamations and virtual hugs. Then, as Jane needed to hear her voice and Darcy was glad to be able to talk again, she called her friend and reassured her that she was well and looked forward to seeing her in a few hours. She ended the call and returned her full attention to the man she lay on.
“If it helps, I’m crazy about you, too. I have been for a while.”
He nodded and sighed ruefully as he watched her. “Do you remember everything since I found you?”
She nodded and grinned knowingly. “Uh huh. Everything.” She winked at him.
He kissed her cheek and stroked her hair back from her face. “Oh. Well, okay then.” He shifted beneath her.
She uttered a small giggle. “I didn’t even know that you liked my eyes before, much less…”
He ducked his head, admitting, “I like your eyes. I like you.”
She raised a brow at him. “You confessed that to Kitten-me about one hundred times and you talk in your sleep. I have a pretty good idea what you dream about. You’re not the innocent the others think you are, thank goodness.”
He blushed even more as she rolled off him, stretched in a thoroughly cat-like manner, and sauntered to the bathroom.
“Are you leaving now?”
She turned back and shook her head. “No. I want to brush my teeth, clean up like a dame, and come back to bed with you, if it’s okay. You’ve talked about a lot of things that we can do now that I’m myself again.”
He chuckled. “That sounds perfect.”