#electricslide

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Peter QuillPrompt:  #15. "No time to explain, but could you pretend to be my S.O when my ex arrives?"

He'd no sooner said, ‘Sure thing, babe' than her tongue was in his mouth.  

Peter wasn't complaining.  Even though he'd only moved into the other side of this duplex a week ago, he'd kind of been crushing on his cute neighbor.  

And even if this was just to piss off her ex, he was more than happy to do it.  

He had it on good authority that he was an excellent kisser.  And he was gonna give her the good stuff.  Yessir.  

Tilting his head, he slotted his mouth over hers, stroking her hair back from her face.  Darcy made a little noise in the back of her throat, and he wanted to make her do it again.  

Her fingers were in his hair, grasping it in handfuls as she struggled to get closer to him.  Couldn't really blame her.  She was annoyingly far away now that he was thinking about it.  

He wound one arm around her waist, hoisting her closer.  

He didn't think either of them were really paying attention to her ex-boyfriend. So his gaze flitted over her shoulder momentarily.  Dude had definitely pulled up into the driveway by now and was giving him the evilest of evil eyes.

He responded by letting his hand slid down her back, over the swell of her ass.  He squeezed with his hand and she squeaked, breaking off the kiss and swatting his shoulder.

"Don't get fresh with me, Peter."  

"Sorry, babe.  Looks like we've got company, though…" he tilted his head towards where the ex was getting out of his car.  He slid his arm around her waist, hugging her close as Dude got closer.  

She tensed up something awful and he was starting to really dislike this guy.  This nameless guy who somehow made Darcy break up with him. Darcy, who in the short time Peter had known her had shown a remarkable amount of patience.  

"Lukas…" she said, nodding her head stiffly in his direction.  

"Darcy," he replied.  "Darcy's… friend," he directed towards Peter.  

Peter smirked and slid his hand into the back pocket of Darcy's jeans.  "Charmed."

"What do you need?" she asked Lukas.  "I gave back all your stuff.  There's literally no reason for you to be calling and/or coming over here anymore."  

"Just dropping off my key," he said lightly, dangling it in his hand.  Darcy tensed again, so Peter was the one who leaned forward and took it.  

And then there was a hugely awkward silence before Lukas turned and walked back to his car without a word.  

It was hugely creepy, if Peter was being honest.  

"That dude…" he muttered.  

"Is hella creepy, I know."  

Peter handed the key to Darcy.  "I'd suggest changing your locks, babe."  

"Already did," she said with a sniff.  

"Good."  

He realized he was still holding her around her waist and dropped his arm.  "So… thanks for asking me to kiss you.  If you ever need a stand in again… please don't hesitate to ask."  

She sighed, shaking her head.  "I need to fill the position on a potentially permanent basis."

"Ah…" Peter nodded and crossed his arms in front of him.  "Can I pick up an application for that, or are you just scheduling interviews?"  

She grinned and laughed.  "You're an idiot."  

"Your lips say 'idiot', but your eyes say…" he peered down at her.  "Oh.  Well, hot damn, they say 'idiot' too."

"You hungry?" she asked.

"Always," he replied, happy for the change of topic.  

"Cool.  I'm giving a lunch interview at my place in about ten minutes.  Be there or be square."  She winked and walked over to her side of the porch.  She tossed Lukas' key in her trash can and went inside.  

for anon

Part 1 is [here] Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Peter Quill Length: 148 words Prompt: Plumber AU (Six Sentence AUs) Tags: No powers Warnings: None

When Darcy kissed him, he seemed surprised.  Into it, definitely.  But surprised.  

“What?” she asked, pulling away momentarily.

“Nothing...nothing...it’s just...never had this happen before…” Peter said with a grin.  “Not complaining in the slightest, though.”  

“Are you kidding me?” Darcy asked, running her fingers through the unruly mop of hair on his head.   “You look like this and women don’t hit on you?”  

“Not while I’m working!” he insisted.  “Somethin’ about...having my hands down pipes and pulling out nasty stuff just makes most of them not want my hands anywhere near...their ‘pipes’…”

Darcy paused for a moment.  He had a point there.  “Well...now that you mention pipes…”  He almost looked disappointed for a second.  So she pushed forward immediately.  “My shower is acting up...but you can only tell when you’re in it.”  She winked just to push the point home.

18.  Isolated/Trapped

“So what does hypersleep mean?” Darcy asked.  “I’m assuming from all the swearing that just happened, it’s not good, but...how not good?”  

“Well.  Milano went into hypersleep, which means...only necessary systems are on.  I can’t go anywhere, I can’t do anything.  Not even the communications system works.  We’re floating in deep space until someone finds us and picks us up.”  Peter explained, turning to look at her.  

“So...essentially, we’re fucked?” she plopped down in the co pilot’s chair.   

“Yep.  Yep, that’s my expert opinion…”  

“Is there music?” she asked, eyebrows raising.  

“Darcy…there’s always music.”  

Darcy ducked her head into the cockpit.  “Thor and I are making a snack run at whatever-the-hell this planet is.  Any requests?  Speak slowly and describe the packaging, because I’m gonna go with my hunch here that y’all have more variety than the Quiki-Mart.”  

Peter watched her as she took down requests, clicking her pen at the end and looking over at him, her eyes lingering on his for just a short moment before she repeated her request.  

“I’ll have whatever Drax is having,” he answered, watching her as she left the cockpit.  

“You want her…” Mantis said definitively.  

“SHHHHHH…” He frowned and shook his head.  “You have to stop that. It’s annoying.  Let me have my own feelings.”  

She shrugged, pressing her lips together briefly before speaking again.  “She wants you too.”  

“I did not hear that.”  

“She does,” Rocket agreed.  “Both of ya are disgusting.  Just say something to her before I throw you both out with the garbage.”  

 Hopefully for some healing is taking place on this Sunday morning, a dude keeps telling y’all that life is hectic! We felt the pressure, naysayers were laughing shouting “ain’t that a shame” ; sorry! asking us, don’t we feel it, “it’s electric”… …”boogie woogie woogie” like its some kind of linedance per Marcia Griffiths and the Electric Boogie; but while we’re out here trying to advance per…