Doug and Darcy: Brunch and Cuddles
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xp_logsDoug and Darcy continue their flirtation and one-upmanship, and they talk about where things are headed, and their respective issues they're working on.
Darcy pulled open the door at Doug's knock, giving him a mock frown at suspiciously empty hands. "I definitely remember requesting breakfast in bed," she said as the door shut behind him, "but I see you are not the best at following directions." She slid her right hand into his left, gently leading him towards the bedroom. "Nothing for it, you'll just have to wait while I get ready."
She grabbed one of her cotton wrap dresses and rummaged in one of her drawers before moving into the bathroom. "Don't put your shoes on my bedding, but go ahead and get comfy otherwise. You're going to be spending a lot of time in that bed," she called over her shoulder as she pushed the bathroom door mostly shut.
"I can follow directions just fine," Doug called at the bathroom door as he sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing ever so slightly. "You're the one that mentioned brunch, and I've been meaning to try that place Kyle knows." He flopped backwards into the soft bedding, looking up at the ceiling and stretching his arms up before letting them fall outward.
As fun as the idea of breakfast in bed sounded, he knew himself and doubted he'd be able to resist the temptation of hopping directly into Darcy's bed while she was only wearing the shirt she'd answered the door in. And while the easy intimacy they'd already created was nice, he didn't want to just bounce directly into a meaningless romp with her.
"Mmhm. And then I decided I was lazy today," Darcy replied as she exited the bathroom. She pulled her hair into a messy twist and secured it with a clip, slipped on a pair of shoes, and came to a stop at Doug's knees with a twirl of her dress. Her fingers trailed lightly over his knees as she grinned down at him. "Ready to go, or did the siren's call of a comfy blanket nest lure you in already?"
The slow grin, combined with the way she could easily move to straddle him, was very tempting to Doug. But he really wanted too much brunch food, because being able to not have to worry quite so much about what he was eating and whether he even had the appetite for it was still a joy after several years of cautiousness. "Two words for you: mimosa bar."
Darcy pretended to think about it for a minute, waiting for Doug to sit up before taking a tiny step backwards. "A mimosa does sound nice. Food sounds better. Lunch was so filling I didn't eat much at dinner." Her stomach took that moment to weigh in, and her face scrunched in a laugh. "C'mon, feed me, bring me back, have a cuddle and a nap."
Doug looked up at Darcy and then realized that the small step she had taken backward was enough for him to sit up, but not enough for him to stand up without being in each others' personal space. The playfully flirtatious banter and escalation was constant, but Doug didn't mind at all. He shook his head slightly in amusement, then placed both hands on the swell of her hips to maneuver her backward so he could rise. His hands stayed on her hips for a very long moment afterward, though.
She slid her arms around his waist, pressing against him in a tight hug. "How'd you sleep?" She teased, mind flashing back to the decidedly sexy slant their texts had taken since Tuesday night. "Pleasant dreams?"
Darcy's arms had kind of pinned his in, so Doug slid his arms forward until his hands met at her lower back. He grinned, remembering the joke he had made about 'homecoming dance grind and sway' while dancing at the Gala - this was a similar position. "Very." His dreams had been a hodgepodge of erotic snippets, all flowing from one to the other in that strange non-logic that makes perfect sense in dreams. "And you? Did you wake up the way you said you might?" he asked in a playfully low tone.
Darcy's cheeks pinked as his voice dropped, the flush spreading down her throat and across the top of her chest. "Regretfully not, though even if I had.. still oversensitive. So that's what. Doug: 2, Darcy: 1?"
Doug cocked his head, one hand slipping down into his pocket with his phone. He was pretty sure Darcy had her own standards for keeping score, but... "But I only had one. And I thought you had three?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "Doug, -please-" came Darcy's breathy voice from his pocket, a sound file that he had received late the previous night.
Darcy's eyes narrowed, and her hands moved to slide up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders. She pushed up onto the balls of her feet until her lips were hovering over his ear and whispered, "Well, obviously I was so good that one orgasm wore you right out." She gave the lobe of his ear a sharp, teasing bite, then settled back on her heels.
A husky whisper was just as much of a turn-on for Doug as it was for Darcy, obviously. Denim didn't telegraph things quite as well as other materials, but there was a definitely bulge at his crotch. "Downside of male anatomy," he admitted candidly. "Despite what the internet would have you believe, multiple male orgasms are very rare." He shrugged. "And I'm not twenty anymore, where I could jerk off four or five times in a day." He leaned in to Darcy's ear and murmured, "So I know how to make it count."
"Rude," she huffed out with a laugh, backing off for the moment as her stomach rumbled again. "Definitely time for food." They made their way out of her rooms and through the mansion, Darcy sliding into the passenger seat of the indicated car and buckling in. They'd been driving about fifteen minutes when she finally asked, "So what's this place Kyle found? Mimosa bar, but what else?"
Companionable silence without necessarily -having- to fill it up with chatter was nice, and the sign of a good friendship, in Doug's opinion. When you were comfortable enough to just -be- with the other person. It was a thing he liked about Darcy, that it wasn't just all full-on flirtatious one-upmanship, there was genuine depth there. "All you can eat. But like, upscale all you can eat," he explained. "So multiple kinds of eggs benedict, meats that haven't just been sitting under a heat lamp..."
"Ooh, that does sound good. Deciding what to get is the worst part of brunch, so getting a little of everything but better quality... yum." Darcy started making a mental list of things to try, then realized the futility of that when she hadn't actually seen what was on offer. They dropped into quiet again, music low as they continued to drive, when she opened her mouth again. "So... uh. In the interests of being a well-adjusted human," she trailed off, discomfort obvious in her voice. "Kevin had a chat with me a few nights ago about my lack of powers training."
"Look at you, using your words and stuff. And I didn't even have to hogtie you," Doug said, his tone teasing but his expression supportive and warm. He reached off the wheel and patted the top of Darcy's hand where it lay on her thigh with his own - the right one.
"Ugh, you're the worst," she mock groused, eyes wide as she stared at the hand covering hers. "But yeah, he asked why powers training wasn't on any of the lists of things he or Marie-Ange had me working on, and patiently outlogiced me. I hid in my room nursing my hangover Thursday until Terry came over and fed me in exchange for gossip." She tangled their fingers together, giving him a hesitant squeeze. "Are... you sure?"
"About this?" Doug asked, squeezing back. "Yeah." He shrugged. "I mean, I can't keep from touching people with it forever, right?" That had been the entirety of a session with Dr. Grim. "And like, the stuff I'm most afraid of is super unrealistic. I mean, I know they're not transmissible, so it's not like they're going to suddenly take someone over. We had a long talk about that." He'd made himself read the files about the encounter with Fixer in Alaska, though, and that had been the source of some of his nervousness.
"You probably could? But it would probably feel like a condom." Her right hand had been resting against the window, and she moved it down, fingertips lightly stroking the back of his hand. "I just don't want to be why you're rushing. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am absolutely going to climb you like a tree once you give me the green light, but if we decide the sex needs to be a one-off I want to be able to shitpost and cuddle with you after as friends."
Doug bit his lip at the thought of Darcy actually climbing up his body, especially since he was getting muscle mass back, so he might actually be able to engage in something a bit more athletic for a change. "I'm not rushing just for you," he assured her. Certainly, she was a contributing factor, but not the only one. "I believe Angie said something like 'you are healthy again, stop screwing around and address this'."
"She is as wise as she is terrifying," Darcy agreed. "So if she told you to get back to it, let us just be a little bonus incentive. I know you're interested, so I don't mind mostly letting you set the pace." She was certainly going to tease him in the interim, but she could be patient.
"You are definitely an incentive," Doug said with heat in his voice as they pulled into the parking area for the restaurant.
***
"I still can't believe you ate that much bacon," Darcy replied, folding her blankets back as she slid into her bed. "Or that I ate so many waffles. Carb comaaaaaaaa," she mock whined, making grabby hands at him to join her. "I'm probably going to fall asleep on you."
Doug had briefly swung by his room to exchange his nice shirt and fancy jeans for a worn pair of basketball shorts and a very faded long-sleeve Colorado Rockies shirt. He slid under the covers on the other side, thankful that he wasn't constantly cold anymore, but still appreciative of the coziness of Darcy's heavy bedding. "Bacon is the best," he said with a nod as he nestled into a pillow. "Also carb comas are the best."
"Doug is currently the best," Darcy murmured, fingertips dancing across his stomach as she curled against him. "Movie? It's spooky season, so I've got a lot of the 90s kids classics in queue. Addams Family, Ghostbusters, Hocus Pocus, at least."
"I dunno about the best," Doug demurred. "But I try." His arm curled loosely under Darcy's shoulders. "This is definitely the best," he decided, enjoying the quiet warm laziness of the morning. "As for movies, I'm very much an Addams Family person. Raul Julia continues to be a treasure, even though he's gone."
"Spouse goals," she agreed, hand reaching blindly for the remote on the tray next to her bed. She got the movie started, giving him a side glance as she settled back down. "So. Hand holding with either hand is a thing now. What else does that put on the table?"
It was somewhat unusual, Doug being in a position to set the boundaries on something. Not that he didn't have boundaries when engaging in play at the Hellfire Club, but most of his limits tended to be on the softer side, and tended to be farther out. But that was when he wasn't dealing with the implications of what his nanite hand meant for his life going forward. "Let's say skin to skin is fine, and check in before going under any major clothing items." He heaved out a long breath that was not quite a sigh.
"Sounds good. What's your stance on kissing?" Kissing and cuddling ran the entire spectrum of casual to deeply intimate for Darcy, but with Doug she was fairly certain it'd lean towards the deeply intimate end, even if they kept things chaste. Being able to sit quietly with him and just be instead of feeling the need for her constant nervous chatter was usually a strong sign of that for her. Since she really didn't want to fuck up their friendship, she needed to have a firm idea of what her starting boundaries were. She fluffed her pillows as she waited for an answer, propping up a bit to see the movie. "How do you feel about using me as a pillow for a bit, and if you're game for it I'll rub your back over or under your shirt?" She wiggled her fingers at her chest, sing-songing "Boob pillowwwwwws" at him in an effort to make him laugh and ease the tension a bit.
Doug couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous, over-the-top aspect of Darcy's presentation. Tension eased out of his shoulders, and he rolled onto his side, curling into the crook of Darcy's arm and draping his own across her stomach. "Totally fine with kissing," he said as he laid his cheek against the upper swell of her breast. "Kissing is awesome."
"Good." She pressed a kiss into his hair, hand rubbing soothing circles on his hip as they watched the movie.
Darcy pulled open the door at Doug's knock, giving him a mock frown at suspiciously empty hands. "I definitely remember requesting breakfast in bed," she said as the door shut behind him, "but I see you are not the best at following directions." She slid her right hand into his left, gently leading him towards the bedroom. "Nothing for it, you'll just have to wait while I get ready."
She grabbed one of her cotton wrap dresses and rummaged in one of her drawers before moving into the bathroom. "Don't put your shoes on my bedding, but go ahead and get comfy otherwise. You're going to be spending a lot of time in that bed," she called over her shoulder as she pushed the bathroom door mostly shut.
"I can follow directions just fine," Doug called at the bathroom door as he sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing ever so slightly. "You're the one that mentioned brunch, and I've been meaning to try that place Kyle knows." He flopped backwards into the soft bedding, looking up at the ceiling and stretching his arms up before letting them fall outward.
As fun as the idea of breakfast in bed sounded, he knew himself and doubted he'd be able to resist the temptation of hopping directly into Darcy's bed while she was only wearing the shirt she'd answered the door in. And while the easy intimacy they'd already created was nice, he didn't want to just bounce directly into a meaningless romp with her.
"Mmhm. And then I decided I was lazy today," Darcy replied as she exited the bathroom. She pulled her hair into a messy twist and secured it with a clip, slipped on a pair of shoes, and came to a stop at Doug's knees with a twirl of her dress. Her fingers trailed lightly over his knees as she grinned down at him. "Ready to go, or did the siren's call of a comfy blanket nest lure you in already?"
The slow grin, combined with the way she could easily move to straddle him, was very tempting to Doug. But he really wanted too much brunch food, because being able to not have to worry quite so much about what he was eating and whether he even had the appetite for it was still a joy after several years of cautiousness. "Two words for you: mimosa bar."
Darcy pretended to think about it for a minute, waiting for Doug to sit up before taking a tiny step backwards. "A mimosa does sound nice. Food sounds better. Lunch was so filling I didn't eat much at dinner." Her stomach took that moment to weigh in, and her face scrunched in a laugh. "C'mon, feed me, bring me back, have a cuddle and a nap."
Doug looked up at Darcy and then realized that the small step she had taken backward was enough for him to sit up, but not enough for him to stand up without being in each others' personal space. The playfully flirtatious banter and escalation was constant, but Doug didn't mind at all. He shook his head slightly in amusement, then placed both hands on the swell of her hips to maneuver her backward so he could rise. His hands stayed on her hips for a very long moment afterward, though.
She slid her arms around his waist, pressing against him in a tight hug. "How'd you sleep?" She teased, mind flashing back to the decidedly sexy slant their texts had taken since Tuesday night. "Pleasant dreams?"
Darcy's arms had kind of pinned his in, so Doug slid his arms forward until his hands met at her lower back. He grinned, remembering the joke he had made about 'homecoming dance grind and sway' while dancing at the Gala - this was a similar position. "Very." His dreams had been a hodgepodge of erotic snippets, all flowing from one to the other in that strange non-logic that makes perfect sense in dreams. "And you? Did you wake up the way you said you might?" he asked in a playfully low tone.
Darcy's cheeks pinked as his voice dropped, the flush spreading down her throat and across the top of her chest. "Regretfully not, though even if I had.. still oversensitive. So that's what. Doug: 2, Darcy: 1?"
Doug cocked his head, one hand slipping down into his pocket with his phone. He was pretty sure Darcy had her own standards for keeping score, but... "But I only had one. And I thought you had three?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "Doug, -please-" came Darcy's breathy voice from his pocket, a sound file that he had received late the previous night.
Darcy's eyes narrowed, and her hands moved to slide up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders. She pushed up onto the balls of her feet until her lips were hovering over his ear and whispered, "Well, obviously I was so good that one orgasm wore you right out." She gave the lobe of his ear a sharp, teasing bite, then settled back on her heels.
A husky whisper was just as much of a turn-on for Doug as it was for Darcy, obviously. Denim didn't telegraph things quite as well as other materials, but there was a definitely bulge at his crotch. "Downside of male anatomy," he admitted candidly. "Despite what the internet would have you believe, multiple male orgasms are very rare." He shrugged. "And I'm not twenty anymore, where I could jerk off four or five times in a day." He leaned in to Darcy's ear and murmured, "So I know how to make it count."
"Rude," she huffed out with a laugh, backing off for the moment as her stomach rumbled again. "Definitely time for food." They made their way out of her rooms and through the mansion, Darcy sliding into the passenger seat of the indicated car and buckling in. They'd been driving about fifteen minutes when she finally asked, "So what's this place Kyle found? Mimosa bar, but what else?"
Companionable silence without necessarily -having- to fill it up with chatter was nice, and the sign of a good friendship, in Doug's opinion. When you were comfortable enough to just -be- with the other person. It was a thing he liked about Darcy, that it wasn't just all full-on flirtatious one-upmanship, there was genuine depth there. "All you can eat. But like, upscale all you can eat," he explained. "So multiple kinds of eggs benedict, meats that haven't just been sitting under a heat lamp..."
"Ooh, that does sound good. Deciding what to get is the worst part of brunch, so getting a little of everything but better quality... yum." Darcy started making a mental list of things to try, then realized the futility of that when she hadn't actually seen what was on offer. They dropped into quiet again, music low as they continued to drive, when she opened her mouth again. "So... uh. In the interests of being a well-adjusted human," she trailed off, discomfort obvious in her voice. "Kevin had a chat with me a few nights ago about my lack of powers training."
"Look at you, using your words and stuff. And I didn't even have to hogtie you," Doug said, his tone teasing but his expression supportive and warm. He reached off the wheel and patted the top of Darcy's hand where it lay on her thigh with his own - the right one.
"Ugh, you're the worst," she mock groused, eyes wide as she stared at the hand covering hers. "But yeah, he asked why powers training wasn't on any of the lists of things he or Marie-Ange had me working on, and patiently outlogiced me. I hid in my room nursing my hangover Thursday until Terry came over and fed me in exchange for gossip." She tangled their fingers together, giving him a hesitant squeeze. "Are... you sure?"
"About this?" Doug asked, squeezing back. "Yeah." He shrugged. "I mean, I can't keep from touching people with it forever, right?" That had been the entirety of a session with Dr. Grim. "And like, the stuff I'm most afraid of is super unrealistic. I mean, I know they're not transmissible, so it's not like they're going to suddenly take someone over. We had a long talk about that." He'd made himself read the files about the encounter with Fixer in Alaska, though, and that had been the source of some of his nervousness.
"You probably could? But it would probably feel like a condom." Her right hand had been resting against the window, and she moved it down, fingertips lightly stroking the back of his hand. "I just don't want to be why you're rushing. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am absolutely going to climb you like a tree once you give me the green light, but if we decide the sex needs to be a one-off I want to be able to shitpost and cuddle with you after as friends."
Doug bit his lip at the thought of Darcy actually climbing up his body, especially since he was getting muscle mass back, so he might actually be able to engage in something a bit more athletic for a change. "I'm not rushing just for you," he assured her. Certainly, she was a contributing factor, but not the only one. "I believe Angie said something like 'you are healthy again, stop screwing around and address this'."
"She is as wise as she is terrifying," Darcy agreed. "So if she told you to get back to it, let us just be a little bonus incentive. I know you're interested, so I don't mind mostly letting you set the pace." She was certainly going to tease him in the interim, but she could be patient.
"You are definitely an incentive," Doug said with heat in his voice as they pulled into the parking area for the restaurant.
***
"I still can't believe you ate that much bacon," Darcy replied, folding her blankets back as she slid into her bed. "Or that I ate so many waffles. Carb comaaaaaaaa," she mock whined, making grabby hands at him to join her. "I'm probably going to fall asleep on you."
Doug had briefly swung by his room to exchange his nice shirt and fancy jeans for a worn pair of basketball shorts and a very faded long-sleeve Colorado Rockies shirt. He slid under the covers on the other side, thankful that he wasn't constantly cold anymore, but still appreciative of the coziness of Darcy's heavy bedding. "Bacon is the best," he said with a nod as he nestled into a pillow. "Also carb comas are the best."
"Doug is currently the best," Darcy murmured, fingertips dancing across his stomach as she curled against him. "Movie? It's spooky season, so I've got a lot of the 90s kids classics in queue. Addams Family, Ghostbusters, Hocus Pocus, at least."
"I dunno about the best," Doug demurred. "But I try." His arm curled loosely under Darcy's shoulders. "This is definitely the best," he decided, enjoying the quiet warm laziness of the morning. "As for movies, I'm very much an Addams Family person. Raul Julia continues to be a treasure, even though he's gone."
"Spouse goals," she agreed, hand reaching blindly for the remote on the tray next to her bed. She got the movie started, giving him a side glance as she settled back down. "So. Hand holding with either hand is a thing now. What else does that put on the table?"
It was somewhat unusual, Doug being in a position to set the boundaries on something. Not that he didn't have boundaries when engaging in play at the Hellfire Club, but most of his limits tended to be on the softer side, and tended to be farther out. But that was when he wasn't dealing with the implications of what his nanite hand meant for his life going forward. "Let's say skin to skin is fine, and check in before going under any major clothing items." He heaved out a long breath that was not quite a sigh.
"Sounds good. What's your stance on kissing?" Kissing and cuddling ran the entire spectrum of casual to deeply intimate for Darcy, but with Doug she was fairly certain it'd lean towards the deeply intimate end, even if they kept things chaste. Being able to sit quietly with him and just be instead of feeling the need for her constant nervous chatter was usually a strong sign of that for her. Since she really didn't want to fuck up their friendship, she needed to have a firm idea of what her starting boundaries were. She fluffed her pillows as she waited for an answer, propping up a bit to see the movie. "How do you feel about using me as a pillow for a bit, and if you're game for it I'll rub your back over or under your shirt?" She wiggled her fingers at her chest, sing-songing "Boob pillowwwwwws" at him in an effort to make him laugh and ease the tension a bit.
Doug couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous, over-the-top aspect of Darcy's presentation. Tension eased out of his shoulders, and he rolled onto his side, curling into the crook of Darcy's arm and draping his own across her stomach. "Totally fine with kissing," he said as he laid his cheek against the upper swell of her breast. "Kissing is awesome."
"Good." She pressed a kiss into his hair, hand rubbing soothing circles on his hip as they watched the movie.
