Summary:Darcy is swept off her feet. Literally. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Jimmy had assured Darcy up and down the street that he'd be fine… and after a few days, he was. He's in tip top shape, and that recent rescue mission didn't bang him up any harder than an evening's rest would fix. So this morning, he's in full health, at full strength… and knocking on her window.
It's oddly difficult for her to get her eyes to focus on him, like the glowing, many-winged figure is somehow not worth paying attention to. The people down on the street don't seem to care, but with him actively nudging for Darcy's attention, her perception soon slips past the veil.
What is that tapping? Tapping on my window pane? As if some angel were rapping knuckles against the frame?
Darcy needs to NOT reread Poe before bed.
Hearing the light knocking on her window in the wee early morning hours, Darcy pads her way over, dragging the bedsheet with her and holding it up just below the collar bones. Her free hands reaches out and draws the curtain aside.
For a moment, she just stands there, yawning softly into the warm gentle sunrise as it spills over her and into her bedroom in the Embassy. And then she blinks as her sleep addled brain reminds her that: she doesn't have an east facing room. She rubs her eyes and squints, but still can't see anything. So, she gathers up the bedsheet very poorly and turns back toward her bed. A step on teh sheet, a faint stumble, and Darcy just drops the covers, padding hte rest of the way to her glasses in the nude. Because there couldn't POSSIBLY be anyone at her window at Ass Crack of Dawn O'Clock!
When she turns back to the window, glasses on her face, hair stillin complete disarray, and finally SEES Jimmy, she squeaks and covers her head with her hands.
"Holy fuck! Jimmy?" And then she's moving forward again, grabbing the sheet and wrapping up at teh same time she tries to open the window.
"Jimmy? What are you! I'm hapy to see you, but what are you- Should you be flying yet?" Darcy ramble, utterly unconcerned that she just flashed him completely.
Veil aside, it's easy to miss Jimmy for another reason: he doesn't move much. There's no steady beating of wings, no strain from hanging onto the window pane. He just… hovers, as if the air outside the window were instead nice, buoying water. He smiles at the window as Darcy approaches, tapping a little harder, a little louder. C'mon, notice me, senpai!
Then comes something unexpected. Something which makes Jimmy's eyes first bug out, then snap aside and to the sky. A distraction like that knocks his focus off everything else. Here's hoping nobody's looking, or that Darcy doesn't mind people knowing about some angelic visitations, because every bit of veil just disappears, and he's suddenly just as visible as a glowing winged humanoid should be.
"Fine!" Somehow, he manages to squeak even in that tumultuous voice. "Flying Is Fine. Easier Than Walking, Even When I Was Still Hurt. I—" He draws back from the window as she opens it, then clambers inside, the glow dissipating as he lets himself touch the floor. "And I'm all healed now anyway. U-Um, should I come back later? You, uh. I didn't realise you wouldn't be dressed."
Carefully stepping back, Darcy gives Jimmy space to enter through her window, seeming not to care about or notice any weirdness with the glowing outside her window. This is the Asgardian Embassy. Loki works and lives here. And you think a bit of glowing is going to bothering anyone? Puh-leeze.
"I didn't realize you were going to come by at the crack ass of dawn, but here we are. Come on in. Sorry about hte mess. Too lazy to pick up all the time. And I wouldn't mind a quick shower, but I hate keeping you waiting so, I'll go throw some clothes on and brush things that need brushing. Then I'll kiss you good morning," Darcy says, trusting him about the being healed part.
Jimmy fidgets once he's inside, brushing his shirt down to straighten it. He may not have literal light streaming from his skin anymore, but his face still has the metaphorical glow of a blush. Still, her comfortability with the situation serves to buffer him: he soaks in it and soon breathes easier. He smiles, shaking his head. "No, no, you take your time. I know I dropped in unannounced; I just had the idea last night, about dropping in. Made it hard to stay asleep. You go ahead with your shower. I'll try not to catch any eyefuls this time." A little self-deprecation there, and his smile takes on a wry twist.
"You catch all the eyefuls you like, if you're going to let me shower," Darcy says, a warm smile on her face. "Otherwise, I'll just wipee bath and go. I washed my hair… like… yesterday… I think? Whatever. It's clean enough for one more bun day," she chatters, making her way in her regal-like bedsheet toga toward her bathroom, waving him in as she goes.
"Besides. I'll have my glasses off. Can't hear you if I can't see you, so… Come on."
Jimmy chokes, the blush spreading farther, out to his ears. "O-Oh." Well, he's not going to refuse the invitation at least to the bathroom. He steps inside and sits on the counter's edge, but keeps his attention on the wall — or if it's available, the window. Dammit, must be chivalrous. "Can't hear me if you can't see me? Are you a lip reader?"
"No. But it's hilarious when people try to think about that," Darcy quips, ditching the bedsheet just before entering the bathroom. Her glasses on the counter, she moves to fiddle with the fixtures, summoning hot water.
"So. You were thinking of me last night, and couldn't get to sleep?" she prompts as she steps in and draws the curtain to keep water from splash out all over the place.
Jimmy huffs, that signature pout on his lips. Hilarious when people try to think about her supposed sight and hearing dependency? And he fell right into the trap! Once the water starts flowing, and the curtain blocks his view, he relaxes a bit more. "Yeah. I remembered something which I suggested back when you first came over to my place." Back when she first saw him glowing. "I couldn't at the time, but I can now. If you're up for it, and you have some time, I was thinking we might go for a flight."
"Hell yes," comes the reply, no hesitation. Just eager and happy, as if he had offered to take her out for coffee and a doughnut. The huff wasn't responded to since she didn't see it.
"I'll wash up stupid fast. What should I wear for flying?"
Jimmy grins, Darcy's eagerness warming his heart. "Really, no rush. I want you comfortable for this, and if that means taking time for a shower, then so be it." As for flight wear, he has to consider that for a bit. "Not a skirt. I'll have you under my veil, so you shouldn't need to worry about people seeing you, but no sense in risking it. So… pants, and I think maybe a good, moderate jacket? It can get cold up there, especially at speed."
"Alright. My yoga slacks and a hoodies over my blouse. Got it," she says, soaping up and rinsing off. A light floral scent fills the room with the warmth of steam.
"I'll wear my boots too, so I can tie them," she comments after a moment, words a little wet from water on her face.
Jimmy's head tilts, thinking of Darcy in yoga— no, no, he clears his head with a few firm shakes. Focus. "Sounds perfect, then. Anywhere you want to go this morning, or do you just want to see the sights and feel the wind in your hair? I can go at about sixty without dropping the veil, if I'm carrying something."
"The sights, the wind, your arms. Sounds like heaven," Darcy muses, sending up a new wave of floral as she moves to wrap up the washing. "You go as fast and as hard as you like, darling. I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie."
Jimmy squeals with the effort of reading as little as possible into her encouragement, while a hand comes up to shield his eyes. For one thing, he can hear that she's mostly done, which means she'll be coming out from the curtain soon. "R-Right. So we'll just fly around a while. I really like the view of the Empire State building, when you can really see eye to eye with it."
"OOh, yass… I hear that one's dope," she rambles happily. rinsing off quickly and shutting off the water. All that rings out now is the sound of her squeezing water from her hair and pushing it off her skin.
Ah ha, Jimmy's estimate was perfect! He keeps his hand over his eyes, waiting for a go-ahead from Darcy. "Mm. There's nothing quite like being level with the spire, and looking down on the city all around. And being weightless, it's just so… freeing."
"I think I'm looking forward the the weightless part," Darcy chuckles over the sound of curtain drawing open. Her feet squeak against the tub as she steps out. The towel whooshes softly against its rail, and there's a woof and a splatter of waterdroplets into the tub as she turns, flickflips her hair into the tub, and works on twisting her hair up into a towelhead turbin.
"Alright," she cheers - because she got it to stay ont he first go and sometimes that's hard so she's learned to celebrate the little things - upon straightening and reaching up for another towel.
How long does he look this time? WIth her stretching on tip toes to get at the shelf above the closed toliet for a towel? Long enough to spot the bruise on her ribs? Long enough for the glitter of two bits of bits to register? Long enough to realize that she might just topple the stack onto herself or lose the turbin or both?
"I don't think that part will work for you, I'm afraid," Jimmy says. "It's like… I get weightless, but everything I carry still has its own weight. if I could spread the effect like magnetism, I could carry a whole lot more than I do." He hears the cheer, and to him it sounds like she's set and ready. Huh, that was a quick bit of dressing—
Oh. He stares, partially in shock and partially for… other reasons. Dammit he just cannot keep his eyes where they should be, can he?
But he can keep some of his attention in good places, at least. Enough that he can see her struggles, and so he slips from his spot on the counter and grabs a towel for her, bringing it down. "Th-Thought you were done. Ss—" He manages to cut himself off this time. She wouldn't want him apologising, would she?
"That's cool too," Darcy says of not being weightless. Focused on the towels, Darcy didn't even seem to care that Jimmy was looking. She just turns a smile on him as he rescues her and pulls a towel down for her. Towel in hand, she once again stretches up on tiptoe, one hand pulling him down by the shoulder, so she can brush a caste kiss to his cheek.
"Thanks. I was done. With getting my hair up. It's a hassle. Somedays, I think about cutting it pixie short, but then I wuss out," she rambles as she slips away, jams her glasses back onto her face and flicks open the new towel to rub on herself while padding back out into the bedroom. The colder air prickles her skin into goosebumps as she moves to her closet.
"Can you -not- spread it out? Like, you've tried it but can't, or tried it and haven't sorted it yet?"
Jimmy's cheek is almost uncomfortably hot under her kiss: far too much blood racing through his cheeks, until he's just shy of feverish. But he still takes that kiss, and pecks one onto her cheek in turn, before he takes his eyes away again. "That'd be a shame," he says. "I like your hair as it is. But I understand how much of a hassle it must be." He hangs back by the bedroom doorway, eyes closed. "I've tried it, and I think I just can't do it. Don't know if it's an innate impossibility, though, or just a trick I haven't learned. Being one-sixth angel doesn't exactly come with an instruction manual."
In the bedroom, Darcy scrubs herself dry, tosses the towel away and starts getting dressed, grunting at the bra a bit, before wiggling into the yoga pants that look like professional slacks.
"One of the reasons I likely won't cut it. Braided, it makes a great hand-hold," she comments. "I think I'm going to just pin part of it back and let the flight blow dry it."
"One sixth angel?" she asks now, tugging on her blouse, then dropping to her bed to get her shoes on. Kitten heeled and mid calf, they look a little steam-punk inspired. Once the hoodie's pulled on and zipped up, Darcy hops up.
"Okay. and NOW I'm dressed," she says, making it clear thta she is not trolling this time. even if she still has a towel on her head.
Hand-hold? No, no, better not to think about that too hard. Jimmy breathes a bit easier after the announcement, turning to look and smile at her. "You look great. And I like the boots." He steps close to her, offering the crook of his elbow like a classic escorting gesture. "One-sixth is the nearest math I can figure. My grandmother wasn't all angel, she was kind of… inhabited, or possessed, or something. So there were three people involved in my father, making him one-third, making me one-sixth." Assuming there weren't any fractions in his mother. Let's just hope he's not something strange like seven-twentyfourths angelic. "So. How should we do this? Piggyback, or princess carry, or face to face with your arms around my neck, or…?"
"That… makes sense," Darcy states of the hertiage, nodding at that. "I supposed that's the best we can get without 23 and me getting involved," she comments before his next set of questions really makes her think. How DOES she want to do this. Piggyback is… nah. Princess is romantic and all, but…
"Hmm… face to face for a bit? I don't wanna piggyback. I'll try not to wiggle too much."
He shakes his head. "I don't even know what 23 And Me would do with angel DNA if they found it. Or if there's even anything in the genome, or if all the strange is just… in the soul." As she gives her answer, Jimmy steps to stand right in front of her, chest to chest, his arms around her waist and his eyes locked onto hers. "Sounds good to me." Something stops him short as he stands there.
Wow. She really is remarkably pretty, especially from so close up.
"Fair enough," Darcy comments of Angel DNA. It is an interesting thing to think about, and she does, for a moment, as she reaches up to wrap her arms about Jimmy's neck and peer up into his face. She smiles. No make up, no perfumes. Just the subtle floral of her soaps and deodorant masking everything else that's just her. Lips a soft pink, a few freckle like spots, but otherwise fresh and clear and clean.
"If you want to kiss me…" she prompts, not turning away.
Jimmy smiles at her, ducking his chin. Bashfulness and excitement war together. One hand comes up, fingers running through her hair, feeling the wetness still soaking through the locks.
"No ifs," he says. "I want to kiss you. But…" He takes a step back, towards the window. "I want to do it up there. Part of what's had me so excited about taking you on this flight." Okay, so it won't be a surprise, but it would still be fun, right?
Loads of it. The mere hint of it excites, and color dances to her cheeks. Hair towel tossed aside and forgotten, Darcy follows Jimmy toward the window, licking her lips as she walks, eyes on his face and just trusting him not to let her trip.
"Oh. I am so down to doing whatever angels dream about doing midflight," she purrs.
Jimmy chokes at that, his face glowing with more warmth. "We are so not going to reenact Douglas Adams. No way culd I keep my veil up through something like that, and there must be laws about aerial indecency." Then they're at the window, at what Jimmy counts as a doorway. He changes, the glow shining and wings spreading. He lifts off the ground like it's more natural than breathing, while his arm hooks under her hips and holds her weight like she's no more than a feather. "But Sharing This With You?" He brings them both out of the window, and up they go, rising steadily until they're above the embassy's rooftop. "I Am Delighted."
That Jimmy responds with a hint that his dreams entail aerial indecency has Darcy giggling brightly. His shift calms the giggles into an awed sort of gasp, lips parting and cheeks once more dusting pink. Her arms tighten about his neck once more, and she looks down as they gain height.
"Wow," she breathes, because this is so much different than riding the Spider-Man express to derby practice. That's all hard accelerations and free falls and jarring starts and stops. This? This is etherial, mystical, intimate in a way the other wasn't. While there wasn't fear with the other, there was the tension of a roller coaster, of knowing one's body was going to get flung about. With Jimmy, Darcy's relaxed and calm, pressing into him for warmth rather than safety.
Jimmy's chin ducks. Even in this glowing, strengthened state, he's still him underneath it all, and her awed response brings that blush to rest steady on his cheeks. The veil hangs around them, with a feeling of obscurity, the sense of others' eyes just not being on them. Graceful, weightless lift carries him up, and his support keeps her steady and secure, carrying her without the roughness of G-forces. He looks over his shoulder, guiding himself as he flies backwards, so she can see the world before her and watch where she's going rather than where she's been.
As he turns towards her again, his lips purse. Maybe he'd intended to delay this part until they had a more romantic venue. But since she's already made the offer, he doesn't make the effort to resist. He kisses her, full and firm, and full of the warmth that comes with that slight, shining boost to his body heat.
Eyes bright and on the pink hued sky, Darcy's lips stay parted on an awed smile. The clouds seem no closer and yet like she could reach out and touch them all at the same time. Her eyes ease back to his, and she smile more fully.
Feeling him lean toward her, Darcy brings one hand from his shoulders so she can pull off her glasses. Having them mashed into your face isn't romantic, and the smudges after make it hard to see. Face free of obstruction, Darcy leans forward into the kiss, humming softly as the warmth of him chases away the chill of the wind through wet hair. Melting, Darcy pulls her arms tighter, seeking to draw him closer even as her lips part against his.
Jimmy gives her an awkward smile as she takes her glasses off; he'd forgotten that little detail. But after that momentary delay, he goes right for it. For the first moment, the kiss takes up almost all his attention. He freezes in the air, floating but otherwise still. But then, as she melts into him, he reciprocates. He feels how she yearns for that closeness, and he presses in to offer it in the same instant. Then, instinct takes over, and he soars externally just as he does internally. Wind whips through her hair while they race along, following the straight line of a major street. If not for how it buzzed into her lips, the pleased murmur in his voice would be lost to the wind in her ears.
Now THIS is how you sweep a girl off her feet. Darcy hums, like a moan, as the angelic being murmurs against her lips. Hers part further to swallow the sound. One hand can do nothing but stay clentched and closed, holding her glasses. The other claws into the light of his shoulder,and one knee bends against the outter plane of his lower thigh.
There isn't anything else Darcy's thinking about except this moment, the feel of the kiss. The warmth of his touch chasing away the chill of still drying off. The logic of knowing she's moving and that she's not controlling it mixing with the trust of knowing he won't drop her. There isn't anything beyond the moment for the simple human woman, and that is completely okay.
With such distance above the ground, Jimmy's mind is clear of others' emotions. All except for Darcy. He lets himself soak in her simple response, lets it resonate through him and echo back from him. One arm stays steady around her hip, while the other buries in her hair, holding her to him. Eventually, he has to come up for air. He breaks off long enough for a quick gasp, and then dives right back in. But a moment later, his lips do actually leave hers. He keeps his eyes closed, and lets out a long, low sigh. He projects, letting her feel his joy, his affection, and that more-than-hint of continuing desire. "Wow," he whispers, his doubled voice warm as he draws to a floating stop.
By the time he's pulled away complete, Darcy is more than a little light-headed from the lack of oxygen. It makes her tingle in a way she'd almost forgotten she liked. The feel of it all, the echo from him that she doesn't realize is an echo, leaves her shivering and her eyes opening to the blur that is Jimmy.
"Yeah," she sighs against him, all other coherent thoughts gone except for one: "Yes."
To what question is that the answer? Well, yes.
It's not necessarily an answer to a question. It could simply be agreement. He says 'wow', and she concurs wholeheartedly. He smiles, and the warmth radiating from his heart grows as he tucks some hair back behind her ear. "Are You Well? Not Too High Up?" Huh. Is there something about him which makes him need less oxygen? That would certainly be handy, but it's not something he's ever tested before.
"I'm …so good," Darcy replies, giddy and tingling and not at all ready to move from this spot. Sure, the air's a bit thin, but Darcy'll manage for now. Her eyes flit about his face, not really able to focus on anything, even this close up. He's just one warm and pleasaure blur to her eyes, and that's fine by her.
"You're amazing."
She may not see his smile, but it's still there, and it just grows. His fingers move from her hair to stroking across her cheek. "So Are You. So Playful, So Open, So… Challenging, But So Warm And Thoughtful Too. And So Honest, So Definitively… Yourself."
"Don't know any other way to be," she replies, eyes fluttering closed so she can lean into those fingers on her cheeks. For now, all thoughts of work are gone, all stress is gone. In the moment, nothing else is really important.
Jimmy kisses her again, twice more — one on the cheek, and one soft and soothing on the forehead. "So Many People Try To Be Other Ways. Put On False Fronts, Mask How They Really Feel. You? You Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say. Refreshing." Then, another full-on kiss, though not as deep and intense as the one before it. "Where Do You Want To Go?"
Each kiss has Darcy smiling, leanign into them and sighing gently. This is peaceful and calm, with an undertone of want. It's a slow burn, novel, and she's okay with that.
"Everywhere. Anywhere. Nowhere. I've already shown me … shared with me… something I've never even dreamed possible," Darcy says, eyes opening again and trying once more to focus on his face.
Jimmy's laughter has an odd, echoing edge while he's in this form. Fingers run through her hair, then scritch down slowly along her back. "Makes It Hard to Pick A Destination Right Now," he says. But then he looks over his shoulder to peek down at the ground, to get his bearings — he'd flown randomly for a while during that first kiss — and twists about for a new heading. "How Does Central Park Sound?" As he starts really flying, putting on active speed, he plants another kiss on her.
That scritch down her back, felt through her hoodie, has her back arching into him, a hum in her throat as her eyes close again.
"Centrall Park sounds heav-" and she's kissed again, her words too slow and dreamy to finish before his lips on hers again. She leaves off whatever she was saying, settling into the kiss, tongue dipping out this time as she clings to him and forgets trying to think again.
It's enough of an affirmative for him to get the point. Central Park has a good number of significant memories for them already; why not centralise it with even more? It's even pretty close to the embassy, so with that course correction, they reach the park before the kiss finishes. Which says a lot about how long the kiss lasts, as well as how fast they go. Gradually, Jimmy descends, his wings spread wide.
Darcy's panting by the time they lower to teh ground. Dizzy and light-headed, she giggles brightly, swaying a bit.
"I'm good. I'm good. Kissed me dizzy, that's all," she's quick to try to assure. And it's true. She's fine. Breathless from the kiss and not at all bothered or upset by it. She stays leaning on Jimmy, eyes closes, while her world grows solid again.
When they touch down, Jimmy gets them on a bench rather than just on the ground. As soon as they're settled, Jimmy shifts back; he closes the curtains on his soul and returns to looking like a normal person. His brow still furrows, and he curls in closer. "Are you sure? I mean, I've never taken anyone for a flight like that, I don't know if being up like that is bad for other people. You're sure you're good?" Soothing touches run through her hair and along her back.
Darcy drops to the bench with him, smiling, and eyes still closed. Curled against, she snuggles into the lingering warmth of him
"Mm-hmm. Perfect. Kissed. Breathless," she repeats all too happy to lean into the fingers in her mostly dry hair and along her back.
"It's a first. Getting kissed so good I can't think straight. I can't think queer? I can't.. thinking hard, body boneless, lady bits warm," Darcy babbles with a happy smile on her face.
Jimmy laughs, low and warm. And this time, he manages not to just shy away from certain topics. Now that he doesn't have to support her weight, he tugs her in with both arms. "Then, should we rest here a while until your mind clears, or…" He kisses her forehead, then along her temple and down to her ear. "…maybe we should find somewhere more… comfortable, and private?"
Darcy hums happily at the question, at being tugged closer. She goes without a fight, her eyes opening so he can read the truth (because she hasn't sussed out that he can FEEL it from her, like a tremor just under her skin) in her unfocused gaze.
"Yes." A girl's best pick-up line. Especially followed by Darcy leaning forward to press a suckling kiss to the warm of his neck just under his earlobe.
Not just the line itself, but the way it's spoken. He can hear the enthusiasm ringing in her tone, even aside from how it shows in her eyes and radiates from deep in her soul. That makes him start to shiver, even before the tease of her suckling kiss makes him groan. His arms clutch more tightly. "Then…" He turns and kisses her cheek, and his voice lowers. "Let's get back." He shines again, at the same moment as she feels that cloak drawn about them. Up, up, and away, moving with urgency that would embarrass him if his head were more clear.