#whipped!rumlow

Pairing:  Brock Rumlow/Darcy LewisPrompt:  #15.  "No time to explain, but could you pretend to be my S.O when my ex arrives?“ 

Brock wasn’t really looking to do anything that morning.  Just run down, get the mail, come back.  Doze on the couch until it was late enough to go get a drink somewhere.  

He was pretty sure most of his neighbors didn’t even know his first name.  

All except for one, that is.  

Darcy Lewis.  

He thought she was annoying at first.  Well, that was a lie.  That hadn’t been the first thing he’d noticed.  She was beautiful.  

And then she spoke.  

Darcy talked.  She talked a lot.  Every chance she got, in fact.  

And yeah, he found it annoying the first few times they spoke.  But then he almost came to expect a conversation.  It was part of his day. Talking to Darcy was part of his routine.  A part he looked forward to.  

So, when he found her rummaging through her mailbox as he entered the lobby, he couldn’t help but smile.  

She turned at the sound of footsteps.  "Brock.  Oh my god, just the man I needed…”  

He smirked, quirking his eyebrows smugly.  "You know I aim to please.“  

She shot him a look, but barreled on.  "Hey.  My ex is coming over to get his stuff.  Can you pretend to be my new squeeze while he’s here?”  

The question took the wind out of his sails.  

Not in the bad way, but just because he needed a second to process everything she’d said.  

First off, Darcy was single.  That was a new development.  Ever since he’d known her, she’d been dating some loser that wasn’t worthy of licking her shoes.  

Second, she wanted him – Brock – to pretend to be her ‘squeeze’ (to use her words).  That sounded both like a nightmare and a dream come true. But then, that was Darcy.  

There was only one thing he could say, after all.  

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks. Want me to grab my leather jacket, or is what I’m wearing okay?”  He was kidding about the jacket of course.  

But then she was nodding her head and coaxing him towards the door to go get it.  

And he was taking the stairs two at a time so he could grab it and meet her down at her apartment ASAP.  

Was it possible to be whipped when you hadn’t even so much as kissed the woman yet?  Because Brock had the sneaking suspicion that Darcy already had him whipped.  

He knocked on her apartment door a few minutes later, with the leather jacket slung over his shoulder, and he wasn’t prepared for the welcome he got.  

To the tune of Darcy Lewis’ plump red lips on his, kissing him until his head exploded.  

His brain caught up eventually, though.  

That and a quick peek over her shoulder told him that the douche was back in town.  

He broke off the kiss, only to kiss her once more, shooting a predatory look over her shoulder at the guy behind her.  "You okay, baby?“  

Darcy smirked and took his jacket from him, hanging it on the hook by the door. "I’m better now that you’re here.”  

Pairing:  Brock Rumlow/Darcy LewisPrompt:  #6. "Take your damn holiday lights down, it's June." 

Brock settled down onto his sofa. He was cracking open a beer and reaching for the remote when it happened.  

The garish red and green twinkle lights blinked on and off erratically.  Like some kind of seizure inducing torture.  

Groaning, he set the beer on the table in front of him and gazed mournfully at it before hauling himself up off the couch and over to where his phone was charging.  He swiped on the screen until he arrived at Darcy's number.  

Saved as 'X-Mas Lights' in his contacts, he sighed heavily as he tapped the phone icon to call her. Darcy lived across the alley in the apartment building next to his.  And she'd had her holiday lights up for approximately seven months.  

She answered on the fourth ring.  

"Heya, Rumlow.  What can I do ya for?"  

"Take your damn lights down.  It's JUNE." He glanced across the alley at her apartment.  She was standing at the window in a tank top and a pair of shorts so short that she might as well have not even bothered.

"Not a chance.  Do you know how hot it is outside?  No way in hell am I climbing around on my balcony just to fall off and fry on the sidewalk."

"Can you at least turn them off?"  

"No."  

He exhaled loudly.  "Why not?  You're obviously having issues with your A/C. Maybe it'd work better if you unplugged a few things."  He glanced back over at her, fanning herself despite her scant wardrobe choices.

"It's more fun to annoy you than it is to not."  

"Take them down, Lewis.  Or I'll come over there and take them down myself."  

"Do it," she said.  A challenge if he ever heard one.  "You won't come over here.  You're too scared of me."  

He snorted back a laugh.  "Scared of you, Small-Fry?"  

"Scared of me… scared of my booty shorts and my long, long legs…"  He could hear the smirk in her voice.  "Or something.  For all I know, you're not even into women and my obvious advances are flying over your head for a completely different reason.  If that's the case, I apologize."  

He sniffed once.  "You gonna leave the door open for me?"  

"No.  You can knock like a gentleman."

He smiled.  A gentleman he was not.  But Darcy didn't seem to care.  

Pairing:  Brock Rumlow/Darcy LewisPrompt:  #7.  Property wars- Your fence is on my land

Darcy wasn’t about to let this go.  Rumlow’s big, stupid dog fence was going to be moved.  She had plans for that extra two feet of space.  To the tune of a bunch of raised garden beds.  

To clarify, Rumlow’s dog wasn’t stupid.  His dog was a good boy.  It wasn’t his fault that his owner was a huge, ginormous, pain in Darcy’s ass.  

Nope, it was just the fence that was stupid.  And it was stupid because it belonged to Brock Rumlow.  

Just like his big dumb hot tub was stupid.  And his big dumb grill was stupid.  

And his big dumb FACE was stupid.  

She sighed.  Stupid HOT, maybe.  

But that didn’t change the fact that he was two feet onto her property.  And it was going to change, dammit.  She wasn’t going to let this beat her like the purple curtains had.  

The purple curtains were a gigantic sore spot with her still.  The dumb homeowners’ association could kiss her patootie.  The purple curtains were gorgeous and deserved to be prominently displayed in her front living room window.  Not in the side window where they were.  

But if taking on the homeowners’ association had taught her anything, it was to pick her battles.  

And she had property lines on her side.  So this was definitely a battle she was going to win.  

She told herself this, grumbling under her breath as she stomped over to bang on his door again.  

He opened it, sighing heavily.  "If I had a nickel for everytime I open the door and you’re there?  I’d be a rich man and could sell this stupid house and move out into the country where people don’t HOUND me over my dog fence!“  

The excellent pun aside, she was Fed Up.  With a capital ‘FU’.

"It’s on my property.  You must have seen that in the property map.”  

“C'mon.  You’re gonna take Duke’s yard away?”  

“You’re gonna take my garden away?”  

He scoffed.  "Just put it against the fence where it is now.“  

She arched a brow.  "The shade from the house would be less than awesome.”  

He groaned and leaned up against the doorframe. “Okay, so new plan.  How about we open the fence up, give Duke both backyards and you can put your garden in whatever the hell sunny spot you want in mine.”  

She eyed him suspiciously.  "So you can steal my tomatoes? No way.“