Lesbian Speed dating: Darcy/Sif
Darcy watched Karen ass as she walked away. She was so absorbed that she’d totally missed the next person until they clanked into the opposing chair. “Friend Darcy,”
“What the fuck?” Darcy tried to get her brain back into gear. That was Lady Sif. That was Lady Sif in full armor, vaguely clanking as she slid onto the chair Karen had just vacated. That was Lady Sif from Asgard at lesbian speed dating. The woman in question was casting a wary look about the room but seemed completely at ease in what Darcy assumed was her uniform.
Settling in her chair, she gave Darcy a warm smile. “It is good to see you,” Sif said without preamble. “Thor asked me to keep an eye on you and to make sure you had at least one success”
“What. The. Fuck.” Darcy’s temper flared. “At least one ‘success’?” Her voice had gone high pitched and the murmur of conversation around the room dimmed. "That, that motherfucker. I’m going to taze him into next week.” Indignation flooded her as she reached for her purse; to hell with Tony and his money, to hell with Thor and his fucking patronizing attitude.
"Friend Darcy,” Sif interrupted Darcy’s move, grabbing her wrist. ‘This is not only for you, but for me.” Darcy blinked, tirade cut short by the non-sequitur. “Thor knows that I’ve taken…,” she paused, searching for the right word.
“Lovers?” Darcy hazarded a guess, shifting back into her seat.
“Shield maidens in the past.” Sif continued, bypassing Darcy’s suggested label. ”From what he told me about this gathering,“ nodding back to the room at large behind Darcy, “there are many strong warriors here who might interest me, yourself included.”
“Wait, I, what?” Darcy stammered, gaping at the other woman.
Sif gave her an appraising look, hand loosening on Darcy’s wrist. "I understand you took down Thor, a feat in and of itself, but also stood tall against Malekith and the Dark Elves,” she continued, moving from Darcy’s wrist to hold her hand, tracing the skin there with her thumb. Sif’s hand was warmer than Darcy had expected, with rough, oddly placed calluses from sword fighting. “I’d be pleased to take you out for mead and further discussions?” Darcy watched Sif give her another obvious once over, radiating satisfaction. Her eyes had gone a bit darker, more predatory
“I,” speechless, Darcy found herself flushing under Sif’s combination of hot and scary. “How about we start on mead now?” She said, signaling the waiter.
The drinks arrived faster than she thought possible, letting her sip her drink as Sif took over the conversation. Darcy found herself swept up in the storytelling; Thor signaling for help as needed, helping with SHIELD. “To daring friends,” Sif pounded back her drink. Darcy followed, choking on the too sweet mead. If they were going to keep drinking like this, she thought, the bell couldn’t ring soon enough. Then, as if in answer, the bell sounded through the hall. Sif took her hand again and laid a brief kiss upon it, “I hope to see you again soon, Friend Darcy.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Darcy to circle her number on the note pad.