missdarcygirl:

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

He smiled gently at her and nodded his head before taking the another bite.  They ate and made small talk, both shooting glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.  When the waiter came over ask about dessert, Phil ordered a piece of each.

"For here or to go?"  the waiter asked.

"To go," Phil replied.  The waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen.  Phil smiled at Darcy.  "You know I have a sweet tooth.  I thought we’d try a little bit of each one.  You don’t mind going back to my place to eat them do you?  I just want to be alone with you…"

He lowered his voice and placed his hand on hers.  ”So I can slip my arm around you and hold you close to me,” he whispered.

Darcy smiled at him throughout the rest of their meal. He looked happy and she felt a burst of pride making him feel that way because she was happy to be there with him too. His authoritative tone when ordering their dessert had Darcy flushed and feeling a bit warm, everything he did turned her on.

"I don’t mind at all." She maneuvered her fingers to twine with his. "Cause I really want to be able to get out of this dress and put on one of your shirts and snuggle into your side. Maybe fall asleep there."

"You can most definitely do that," he winked at her just as the waiter came back with their desserts wrapped up in a box.  Phil paid the bill, then stood up walking over to Darcy, pulling her chair out for her.  "This has been the best dinner date I’ve ever been on."

He helped her get in the car and then drove off towards the apartment.  This had only been their first date, but Phil was completely in love with her.  He reached over and brushed his hand over her thigh.  He cursed at himself for being so forward.  He chuckled nervously.  ”Sorry,” he apologized, pulling his hand back off her and onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.

Darcy reached over and placed his hand back where he’d put it in the first place. “For what? I…I like when you touch me.” She blushed but moved her hand to cover his.She kept playing with his fingers stroking the skin on the inside of his wrist up to his fingertips absentmindedly while he drove them back to his place.

She followed him up to the door and inside. Pausing she placed a hand onto his chest when they stepped inside. “You prep dessert. I’m gonna go get comfy.” Darcy kissed the corner of his mouth before shuffling to the bedroom and quickly changing into her favorite button down that she’d stolen from his and replacing her thong with a pair of lacy black boyshorts. She pulled her hair up into a bun and made her way out to the living room. “So what are we having.” Her voice was low and husky drifting out into the room subtly.

"Cheesecake, Tiramisu, Red Vel ….vet, uh," his words came out in drabble as looked up at Darcy standing there in his favorite shirt with her hair piled high on her head.  "Wow, you look…"  He set the plate of desserts down on the table, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her.

"Hot," he said at last.

Anonymous asked: Have you told Darcy about what's going on? Do you know if she's safe, alive, if she'll stay that way? Do you plan on finding her?

Are you talking about the infiltration of HYDRA?  I’m sure she’s heard by now.  I haven’t been able to contact her, but I can only hope that she’s somewhere safe.  She’s gotta keep safe until I get to her.  I swear to god if anyone gets in my way … I will kill them.

I won’t feel better until I have Darcy safe in my arms

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

He smiled gently at her and nodded his head before taking the another bite.  They ate and made small talk, both shooting glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.  When the waiter came over ask about dessert, Phil ordered a piece of each.

"For here or to go?"  the waiter asked.

"To go," Phil replied.  The waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen.  Phil smiled at Darcy.  "You know I have a sweet tooth.  I thought we’d try a little bit of each one.  You don’t mind going back to my place to eat them do you?  I just want to be alone with you…"

He lowered his voice and placed his hand on hers.  ”So I can slip my arm around you and hold you close to me,” he whispered.

Darcy smiled at him throughout the rest of their meal. He looked happy and she felt a burst of pride making him feel that way because she was happy to be there with him too. His authoritative tone when ordering their dessert had Darcy flushed and feeling a bit warm, everything he did turned her on.

"I don’t mind at all." She maneuvered her fingers to twine with his. "Cause I really want to be able to get out of this dress and put on one of your shirts and snuggle into your side. Maybe fall asleep there."

"You can most definitely do that," he winked at her just as the waiter came back with their desserts wrapped up in a box.  Phil paid the bill, then stood up walking over to Darcy, pulling her chair out for her.  "This has been the best dinner date I’ve ever been on."

He helped her get in the car and then drove off towards the apartment.  This had only been their first date, but Phil was completely in love with her.  He reached over and brushed his hand over her thigh.  He cursed at himself for being so forward.  He chuckled nervously.  ”Sorry,” he apologized, pulling his hand back off her and onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

"Glad you like it," he said picking up his fork and twirling it around in his pasta.  He watched as Darcy took a sip of wine and smiled at her before taking a bite of his dinner.  Everything was perfect- from the dinner, to the soft glow of the candlelight on the table, to the beautiful woman sitting across from him.

Everything was just as it should be.

"I was thinking.  Maybe instead of eating out dessert here, we could get it to go and eat back at my apartment.  I have a vintage bottle of Pinot Noir I’ve been saving for a special occasion.  Dessert and wine at my place, what do you think?"

"I’d like that." She flushed slightly and returned to eating her dinner. The marsala was the best she had possibly ever had a moan slipped past her lips unbeknownst to her and she licked her lips of the remaining sauce.

"This is really good. Do you want to try?" She asked out of habit. While sequestered in his apartment and spending many meals together they became prone to sharing meals, tasting food from each others plates.

"Mmmm, yeah, I never had the marsala before," Phil said as he leaned forward to take the a bite of food from the end of Darcy’s fork.  "Yeah, that’s good." He nodded, twirling his fork the the pasta.

"Your turn," he whispered, bringing the fork close to her. "The vodka sauce is the best I’ve ever tried."

Darcy smiled and leaned forward drawing the fork into her mouth. Chewing slowly her eyes widened and a small moan slipped past her lips. She licked the rest of the sauce from her lips. “That… It’s delicious. Wow. ”

He smiled gently at her and nodded his head before taking the another bite.  They ate and made small talk, both shooting glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.  When the waiter came over ask about dessert, Phil ordered a piece of each.

"For here or to go?"  the waiter asked.

"To go," Phil replied.  The waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen.  Phil smiled at Darcy.  "You know I have a sweet tooth.  I thought we’d try a little bit of each one.  You don’t mind going back to my place to eat them do you?  I just want to be alone with you…"

He lowered his voice and placed his hand on hers.  ”So I can slip my arm around you and hold you close to me,” he whispered.

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

"Glad you like it," he said picking up his fork and twirling it around in his pasta.  He watched as Darcy took a sip of wine and smiled at her before taking a bite of his dinner.  Everything was perfect- from the dinner, to the soft glow of the candlelight on the table, to the beautiful woman sitting across from him.

Everything was just as it should be.

"I was thinking.  Maybe instead of eating out dessert here, we could get it to go and eat back at my apartment.  I have a vintage bottle of Pinot Noir I’ve been saving for a special occasion.  Dessert and wine at my place, what do you think?"

"I’d like that." She flushed slightly and returned to eating her dinner. The marsala was the best she had possibly ever had a moan slipped past her lips unbeknownst to her and she licked her lips of the remaining sauce.

"This is really good. Do you want to try?" She asked out of habit. While sequestered in his apartment and spending many meals together they became prone to sharing meals, tasting food from each others plates.

"Mmmm, yeah, I never had the marsala before," Phil said as he leaned forward to take the a bite of food from the end of Darcy’s fork.  "Yeah, that’s good." He nodded, twirling his fork the the pasta.

"Your turn," he whispered, bringing the fork close to her. "The vodka sauce is the best I’ve ever tried."

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

missdarcygirl:

A heated flush came over her and spread against her cheeks. Her heart fluttered at the look he gave her. “I’ve never believed anyone who said that before you. I… Thank you.”


She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “I’m having a really great time. Plus… You look really hot. And… The fact That you speak different languages… Its. It’s always turned me on.” Darcy smiled and giggled a little. “TMI huh? I always mange to do this with you. Stick my foot in my mouth. It’s embarrassing.”

Phil found it very flattering that she was fawning over him so much.  Even his last girlfriend never really told him how much he meant to her.  He smiled softly.  ”You shouldn’t feel embarrassed, Darcy.  I think it’s very sweet that you find me so attractive,” he said squeezing her hand gently.

He leaned in close to her.  ”I love every little thing you do for me at the office.  The way you keep me so organized and the way you put cute little sticky note messages on my phone.  Those sky high red stilettos you wear on Mondays … drives me wild for you,” he whispered.

Darcy’s grin was huge. “I do those things… Because I care. I know that no one will take care of you the way I do. And no one takes care of me the way you do.” She pulled herself away from him and focused on the food in front of her. “This is a great place…Everything is so good.” She reached for her wine and took a slow sip.

"Glad you like it," he said picking up his fork and twirling it around in his pasta.  He watched as Darcy took a sip of wine and smiled at her before taking a bite of his dinner.  Everything was perfect- from the dinner, to the soft glow of the candlelight on the table, to the beautiful woman sitting across from him.

Everything was just as it should be.

"I was thinking.  Maybe instead of eating out dessert here, we could get it to go and eat back at my apartment.  I have a vintage bottle of Pinot Noir I’ve been saving for a special occasion.  Dessert and wine at my place, what do you think?"

missdarcygirl:

A heated flush came over her and spread against her cheeks. Her heart fluttered at the look he gave her. “I’ve never believed anyone who said that before you. I… Thank you.”


She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “I’m having a really great time. Plus… You look really hot. And… The fact That you speak different languages… Its. It’s always turned me on.” Darcy smiled and giggled a little. “TMI huh? I always mange to do this with you. Stick my foot in my mouth. It’s embarrassing.”

Phil found it very flattering that she was fawning over him so much.  Even his last girlfriend never really told him how much he meant to her.  He smiled softly.  ”You shouldn’t feel embarrassed, Darcy.  I think it’s very sweet that you find me so attractive,” he said squeezing her hand gently.

He leaned in close to her.  ”I love every little thing you do for me at the office.  The way you keep me so organized and the way you put cute little sticky note messages on my phone.  Those sky high red stilettos you wear on Mondays … drives me wild for you,” he whispered.

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

missdarcygirl:

Darcy looked up at him with a small smile. “You’re right. We know each other. We don’t have to do all this first date stuff. I’m just…I’m going to be myself.” She sat her menu down and grinned at him conspiritorialy. “I have a secret.” She decided to pretend that they were in his apartment.

Phil looked up at her and raised his eyebrows slightly.  ”Is it a highly classified secret?”  he said with a smirk.  ”Or-”  Before he said anything more the waiter set down the bottle of wine and calamari before scooting away quickly.

He reached for the bottle and poured them each a glass.  ”So …” he said taking a sip of wine.  ”You were telling me about a secret?”

“Classified no, But highly sensitive.” Smirking naughtily like she did so many time within the confines of her home she leaned forward and locked eyes with him hers full of mischievousness. “I was so nervous about looking good for you hot hot date tonight that I forgot to put on my underwear.” With a wink she reached for her wine glass hoping she hadn’t gone too far.

Phil flinched just slightly at that revelation.  ”Really?” he asked, reaching for his wine.  He really needed a drink if what she was telling him was true.  From the look on her face though - she was.

He set his glass back down.  ”You know I’m going to be thinking about that all dinner now, you know?”  he smirked.

She smiled at him and reached for a piece of calamari. “That was the point Phil.” Darcy smiled at him innocently.

He licked his lips as he looked at her take a piece of calamari.  Why the hell  did he wait so long to make a move on her (other than the fact that he had a serious girlfriend for a while).  

The server came over and took their orders for dinner and then hurried back to the kitchen.

"You look absolutely beautiful tonight.  You always do, but … god, Darcy, you’re so damn beautiful."

missdarcygirl:

specialagentphilcoulson:

missdarcygirl:

Darcy looked up at him with a small smile. “You’re right. We know each other. We don’t have to do all this first date stuff. I’m just…I’m going to be myself.” She sat her menu down and grinned at him conspiritorialy. “I have a secret.” She decided to pretend that they were in his apartment.

Phil looked up at her and raised his eyebrows slightly.  ”Is it a highly classified secret?”  he said with a smirk.  ”Or-”  Before he said anything more the waiter set down the bottle of wine and calamari before scooting away quickly.

He reached for the bottle and poured them each a glass.  ”So …” he said taking a sip of wine.  ”You were telling me about a secret?”

“Classified no, But highly sensitive.” Smirking naughtily like she did so many time within the confines of her home she leaned forward and locked eyes with him hers full of mischievousness. “I was so nervous about looking good for you hot hot date tonight that I forgot to put on my underwear.” With a wink she reached for her wine glass hoping she hadn’t gone too far.

Phil flinched just slightly at that revelation.  ”Really?” he asked, reaching for his wine.  He really needed a drink if what she was telling him was true.  From the look on her face though - she was.

He set his glass back down.  ”You know I’m going to be thinking about that all dinner now, you know?”  he smirked.

Anonymous asked: Please tell me you've bent Darcy over your desk at least once.

It’s been more than once.  It’s getting a bit tricky find the time now though.  I think Clint is catching on to us.