Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Maria Hill
Word Count: 610
Prompt: #15. “No time to explain, but could you pretend to be my S.O when my ex arrives?”
“No time to explain, but could you pretend to be my girlfriend when my ex arrives?”
Darcy blinked twice. She honestly hadn’t spoken more than three words to her new neighbor. But when someone was in a bind…she kind of felt obligated to help.
“No problem, toots, just one thing, though…”
The other woman took a break from sweeping her hair up into a tight ponytail to turn to face her. “What?”
“What’s your name? I figure…if I’m supposed to be your lady and all … I should kind of … know your name?” Darcy asked, shrugging. “I mean. If you want it to look legit and everything …”
“Maria…” she said quickly. “Maria Hill.”
“Maria. Gotcha. I’m Darcy.”
“Thank you so much, Darcy.” Maria squeezed her arm, but then turned abruptly and disappeared around the corner of the hallway. She reappeared soon enough though, waving her hand frantically. “Come here!”
Darcy put some bounce in her step as she followed Maria down the hall and to her apartment, where she was unceremoniously yanked inside upon arrival.
“Sorry…but he’s in the elevator…” Maria explained, reaching out to pick a piece of lint from Darcy’s sweater.
“So…anything I should know about you? Job? Anything?”
“I’m a cop,” she replied, straightening her shirt.
“Ah. Cool. Good to know…” Darcy reached up to unbutton one more button of her top. This was bound to be a disaster, but if she knew anything about people, it was that they couldn’t really pay attention to detail when there was a decent view of cleavage available.
There was a knock at the door and Maria jumped towards it, pausing slightly before turning the knob.
Darcy leaned down over the countertop in the kitchen, pretending to thumb through a magazine she found on the counter.
Maria invited the dude in and sure enough, his gaze went immediately down to the ladies, so Darcy patted herself on the back for that. Perhaps it might make Maria’s obviously manicisms a little less obvious.
“This is Darcy…the woman I’m seeing,” Maria said with false flippancy. Darcy took the opportunity to go stand beside her. To slip her arm around her waist and rest her head on her shoulder. Because damn if this woman wasn’t tall.
“Oh…OH…I didn’t…that’s…that’s really cool, Maria…” Dude said, pressing his lips together in a line and nodding his head too much.
Darcy straightened up and held out her hand, gripping his a little harder than she normally did. “Hey there…you…” she shrugged and looked over at Maria and back at the dude. “I’ve never actually heard your name before, man. Sorry…”
He frowned. “I’m…Max? She’s never…never mentioned me before, huh?”
Darcy grinned and shrugged again, still shaking his hand. “I guess it just…never came up?”
Maria looked like she was going to cheer or something. But luckily, she didn’t. And even more luckily, Max stopped shaking Darcy’s hand long enough to receive the box of crap he’d come over here for.
It was pretty evident to Darcy that he’d come over here for something else, but it was apparent he wasn’t going to get that.
He left quickly, because something “suddenly” came up.
And after Maria shut the door behind him, she laughed out loud. “Oh my god, you were WONDERFUL!”
Darcy grinned. “It’s one of my many talents, what can I say?”
“I…uh…wouldn’t be abject to learning what your other talents are…if that…is something you wouldn’t mind sharing?” Maria asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. Noticeably feeling her out.
“I think that sounds like material for another time,” Darcy said, winking. “Maybe this weekend? Maybe over drinks?”
Maria returned her smile. “Maybe so.”