240/Foodsluts

Foodsluts
Date of Scene:	02 May 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	In which trolling may or may not have happened.
Cast of Characters:	Phil Coulson, Darcy Lewis

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Phil Coulson has posed:
:sips his coffee, and gets out his phone. Hmm...Darcy's on time for a change. That's new. Especially for a Friday. Tappity Tappity Tappity, "Okay..so bad date or boring date?" he keys, knowing there was one coming up somewhere. Intern. Nice kid, but greener than Bruce on a bad day.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil sips his coffee, and gets out his phone. Hmm...Darcy's on time for a change. That's new. Especially for a Friday. Tappity Tappity Tappity, "Okay..so bad date or boring date?" he keys, knowing there was one coming up somewhere. Intern. Nice kid, but greener than Bruce on a bad day.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy had just flung herself into her chair when the IM popped up. Kevin called in sick, so she was going ot have to run all the deliveries today. She was only mildly annoyed. Reading the snarky text, Darcy crows a laugh, cracks her knuckles, then fires back.

>DLewis 0804EST: Not bad. Not boring. But Bob got me off like clockwork.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil smirks and take a thoughtful sip of coffee, he responds thusly: >PCoulson 0805EST: That sounds boring in and of itself. If you know when and how often enough to set your watch by it, it means he's following a script. There's technique, but no soul.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil follows it up with, >PCoulson 0805EST: Besides..I'm not convinced Bob's not an Agent of HYDRA.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Reading the reply, Darcy cackles like a super villain, wishing she was one of those hacker types so she could grab the feed in Phil's office to see if her mental image of what's going to happen when she sends the response she had set him up for matches what he actually does.

>DLewis 0806EST: Only vibrator with a soul would be a speedster meta. OH SHIT! My dildo works for HYDRA?! No wonder it has two ends! You should save me from him, ASAP!

She couldn't help herself. She went for it and then the follow-up surprised her enough to have her typing from the hip.

Fuck, Coulson was funny! She still had that grudge about hte iPOD, but... Damn, dude!

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson can't stop making the joke about Bob working for HYDRA. Artificial, no soul, does everything it's told and by the numbers. No room for improvisation unless instructed. He could only imagine that was like sex with Strucker. He takes another sip from his coffee and makes that half cocked smirk he makes when he's in the field and has someone right where he wants to. Response: >PCoulson 0806: I'd be happy to. Which end, and are you saving one for me?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
>DLewis 0808: You can have the smooth end. I'll put your name on it.

>DLewis 0808: GTG. Submit an office supply request. Good excuse to hang out. :P

A smug grin and Darcy turns to start load her cart for today's deliveries of pens, pencils, and staplers.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil chuckles out loud. Good thing no one's around, they might look at him funy. He keys back >PCoulson 0808EST: Submit an office reply request? I'll just pull you into a meeting with me as a consult.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The jump in the screen drew Darcy's attention, and she read the text over her shoulder. Her coworkers were used to her snickering randomly, so hearing her do so because of something o her screen was ignored.

>DLewis 0810EST: Oo baby. Let me tell you about my staples.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil responds almost immediately >PCoulson 0810EST: Show me your staples, I'll show you my stapler? ;)

Phil Coulson has posed:
>PCoulson 0811EST: I'd rather palm other things than ipods or office supplies.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
>DLewis 0812EST: Prove it.

And with that, Darcy sets herself AFK, pushes to her feetn and sets off on her office supply delivery run.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson takes another sip of coffee, responds: >PCoulson 0813EST: When have I ever said anything I'm not willing to prove? You know where my office is.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It takes Darcy until almost lunch time to get back to her desk, and then a few minutes more to get to wake her system up and then a bit longer to read the message. By then it was close enough to lunch time that Darcy collects her purse and heads out after sleepmoding her comouter again.

She knows exactly where his office is, and which kind of pen he fancies. As she approaches, she slows her stepz so she can see if hia door is open or closed.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil is in his office, around lunch time. The door is closed, as is usual. He can be heard inside, however, and so can music. Just some ambient melodies. Nothing specific.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
After confirming he's in, Darcy knocks twice and then stepa into the doorway as she opens the door ahead of her.

"So, you gonna buy me lunch or what?"

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson can't help but chuckle from behind his desk. He was working at the computer but kicked it over into sleep mode when the knocks came in. He leans back in his chair, "Depends on what you want and what I get to palm in return, I guess.." he says, thoughtfully a smirk turning a corner of his mouth up slightly.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Way to make me sound like a slut for food, dude," Darcy snarks, lips kickinv up in a lopsided mischevious grin. she leans her shoulder ti the door.

"I'm not denying it, because student loans suck balls in the not fun way, but still. Damn....

"Mess hall or an adventure outside the fortress office builsing that is the hallowed halls of SHIELD's triskeluon?" Darcy asks after the quip is done, eyes bright and airy.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson shrugs, "You could be a slut for worse things..sometimes they're the most fun..." he says, the tone of a man who knows. He stands up and grabs his suit jacket and slides it on. "Let's blow the pop stand for a while. Besides, we'll both be sluts for food and I'll expense it." he says making his way towards the door and spitfire in the doorway.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"And thisnis why Ive forgiven you for the ipod," Darcy quips in reply, remaining in the doorway as Phil approaches her. Her grin grew at the word blow, like a teenaged boy with a filthy mind.

"Being foodsluts with you. Life goal achieved.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil shakes his head, "You're never gonna forgive me for that, are you?" he says, amused. "Such a potty mouth. Steve would be blushing. Good thing I'm not him right now." he says, seeing her gears turning before adding "I know it's been a while since you've heard the word blow not used in conjuction with yourself, but don't worry - lunch hasn't even started yet. We've got time."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Never ever" replies the Darcy with a shake of her head and a bold grin on her face. At the mentiom of Steve, she groans, eyes rolling, and is that a faint blush?!

"Ugh! Rogers hates my fucking mouth. That was uttrrly mortifying!" Dsrcy exclaims, meodramticallly, back of wrist to forhead, bidy slumoing against the door jam in a very 1940s oin up fashion. The moment passes and she's snickering again.

"Damn straight," she retortsnn taking a step backwards to start thw going to lunch now walk.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson Phil just laughs, "Well, the man isn't used to hearing things like that. Especially from someone he's sees as being so young. Fortunately for you, I'm a lot more contemporary."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Uugh i know! It's worse than cussing in front of my grampa!" Darcy laments, adjusting the strap of her purse as they work.

"Only... my gramps has a fucking sense of humor about it. Rogers just gave me a damn lecture with a glare in the middle of thw street!" Life is clesrly so difficult. She turns to Phil then, the grin returning.

"Yeah. You're just like my dad not my gramps." Cue inappropriate wink.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil winks back, "Luckily for me, you got daddy issues." he says not breaking stride a bit.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Laughing at the words, Darcy bumps her shoulder in his.

"Ok. so. im in the mood for meat."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson can't help but laugh, "This is news how, exactly?" he says, giving a sidelong glance.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
A shoulder is rolled on a wink.

"Sometimes I like oyster," Darcy replies with such innocence and sweetness to her voice, she must be completely serious.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil shakes his head, "Nah, I call bullshit..you're so strictly dickly you'd never leave the house if you had your own." he says, pushing it just a skosh, to see where it gets taken. No pun intended.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
A hand flies to her chest, eyes opening wide as if shocked.

"My word, Coulson! That sounds horribly like you accuse me of discrimination. Besides, Im good to my self, but playing alone gets monotonous. playmates are so much more entertaining some days."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil smirks, "I know, but admittedly, getting you to admit something flat out is a bit more fun than trying to coax it out of you." he leads her down to the garage, and thus to Lola, because if you're gonna go to lunch on the company tab - do it in style. "Even moreso because it's you." he adds.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"That youd try to con me into admission instead of just asking is right up there next ro ipod theft," Dsrcy grouses lightly while leveling a finger at him. Anything more is cut short by the red hotness that is...

"Fuck me.." Darcy breaths on an inappropriate outside the bedroom purr to her voice. Herhand reaches out to run a wuarter invh above the car's surface.

"Nhhghh fuck the thibgs i want ti do in this car... On this car...." Green eyes lift to Coulson. "Takr me now." ,

Phil Coulson has posed:
He walks alongside Darcy as she grouses and is about to reply when she comes upn the car and her reaction, and he looks at her, "For you? I'd consider it. But there are cameras /everywhere/..." he looks her up and down and not at all in a subtle manner, "But that's not me saying no, though."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Thats you saying Not Now Not Here. I get it. Dont need work having bare butt shots of you," Darcy says, unphased at all. by any of it really. Not the being oogled, not the 'rejectiom', not the 'considrr' it. Her eyes trail over the csr again before looking at Coulson.

"Shall we go find a place so you can get some meat into me... in or on or next to this sex on wheels of yours? "

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil chuckles as he opens the door for Darcy and gets in himself. Starting her up and letting her purr so Darce can really appreciate it, he says "Trust me, that's one thing that one - people around here don't really need or want to see and two - that's one thing I don't really want or needing them to see. But yeah I was thinking maybe something hotdoggish with patio seating next to Lola? It's a gorgeous day for it."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy oozed inti the seat, leaning back and closing her eyes to listen to Lola purr. She turns her head to open her gaze ar Coulson again, lips grinning, cheeks a bit flushed.

"oh baby. feed me some hot sausage." she says, serious and smirking all at once.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil puts the car in gear and pulls out smoothly, before beginning to weave out of the parking garage, "Well, let's see how many you're comfortable with taking first."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
A rich laugh escapes Darcy, the sound carefree and unashamed.

"Sounds like fun!" she says, happily leaning back to enjoy the ride. heh heh.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil considers a moment and then gets a 'to hell with it' look on his face and looks over, "Okay, Darce - what's your personal best there?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Lips are pursed thoughtfully and Darcu brings her fingertips to drum lightly on her chin.

"Hotdogs: four, no sides. Dicks: two at once, four at one night. College." She adds unapologetically, shoulders shrugging faintly.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil raises his eyebrows, "Both are equally impressive for entirely different reasons.." he almost adds something, but doesn't. But the tone isn't judging, more appreciative actually.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Good thing it wasnt judging. Judgement and discrimination were hard stops for her, and Darcy had no fear of using her tazer to back herself up. That there was no judgements had Darcy grinning proudly.

"I know. Derby maked a girl hungry for hot sausage," she adds wickedly. because she could

Phil Coulson has posed:
He can't help but chuckle at that one, and adds without a bit of irony, "Makes a guy want to be one, that's for sure." as he winds Lola through the streets of Washington. Apparently he's not driving around aimlessly, though it might look like it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
And if he was, she wasnt going to call him on it. He was expensing lunch after all.

"I think youd look hot as a derby girl. fish nets, short skirt... put the right cirset on.... and ixd fuck you."

Phil Coulson has posed:
He just grins at that, "Well I'd hope so. Just makes sure the strap on is thicker than longer. I like 'em thick." he says, deadpans. Is he kidding, or...?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
For a moment that brings Darcy up short, eyes widing slightly, lips parted in surprise. and then she's laughing against, the surprise lasting a few heartbeats.

"Doc Johnson it is," is her reply, really glad she went to hia office for lunch. she had meant to call his bluff. this was better

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil just shrugs, "Hey, I learn something about you, you learn something about me. I don't even think May knows about that one. In fact I know she doesn't because she'd either be horrified or would want to on general principal." he looks over to Darcy, eyes over his shades and grins, saying "Quid pro quo, Clarice.." doing a not-bad-at-all Hannibal impression.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Horrifiedn in principle. but so worth it to see the look on her face," quipz Dsrcy befoee Hannibal is looking st her and she baps his arm with her hand.

"stop. thats creepy as fuck. gos i hope thats nit your bedroom eyes."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil laughs genuinely, "What? Too much..that explains SO much." he says, looking back to drive and chuckles again, "Nah..I don't have bedroom eyes I'm aware of."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I'll let you know," Darcy promises, her gaze too turning to watxh the city slip by the window. His laughn genuine, was warm. She hadnt expected that. She had expectrd him to be a robot. But, working with SHIELD, gave you plenty if chances to work on accepting things you hadnt expected.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil passes by the popular spots, and the usual spots, instead winding deeper into Washington's labrynth of streets and they finally pull up to a little place that looks clean, if worn down by time a bit. "Here we go.." he says, parking by the street in front of the place which does indeed have some patio furniture outside. "Everyone can swear by Ben's all they want. Personally, I've been going to this place since I moved here years and years ago. Not nearly as expensive, and the quality's through the roof." he says, turning the car off.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
This place was news to her, and she peered at ir curiously.

"Sounds awesome. lets rock this," she quips brightly, eagerness in every word. She slips from the csr with easy grace, ready to throw herself into thos experience.

Phil Coulson has posed:
He gets out of the car and leads her in. It looks a bit ramshackle on the outside, but inside is..surprising. It looks just like an old school fifties diner. There's an older guy behind the counter who smiles as the two walk in...

..and immediately gives Phil shit. "Are you kidding me, Coulson? You actually brought a girl here? You're a G-man, you aren't allowed to date!"

Phil rolls his eyes, "Doc, good to see you too." he looks over to Darcy, "Welcome to Doc's..this is Doc..and he has the best dogs on the Eastern Sesaboard. His customer service could use work, though." he says smirking back to the old guy, who promptly replies with a hearty "fuck you too!" and Phil smirks back to Darce. "See?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy takes in the amtmosphere, lips grinning and eyes sparkling. Right into the jabs the teo men fling at each othrr. Darcy smiles broadly, the perfect mix of minx and angel.

"Oh. This isnt a date, Doc. We have to get back to work, so he wo t be gettong laid just yet."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Doc cocks a single eyebrow at that - he kinda looks like a paler version of Paul Sorvino in Goodfellas - "If you're even thinkin' of puttin' out for him bringin' ya here, it's worse than I thought - Where'd you find her, interning at the DOD?" he asks, smirking between the two of them. Phil, to his credit, takes it all in stride. "Actually I picked her up selling girl scout cookies. She's trying really hard to make quota." he deadpans, and looks around "Well, since it's so busy 'round here, I guess we'll take a booth." - his comfort level has increased hugely since walking in. It wasn't apparent before just how squarely Phil carries himself when he's out in public or at the office, and it's rare anyone sees him not working.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Or way better, Doc. He may have found himself a foodslut," Dsrcy quips before quirkijg a brow at being an intern. She was! not anymore. But with Phil taking it in stride has her grinning again and following him to a booth. Shebslides in heedless of her pencil skirt riding up.

"Relaxed is a goodblook on you.." shw muses softly, pondeeing repeating that.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil grins, "You think so? It's not an outfit I get to wear, usually. It tends to stay stashed with my polos and dad jeans." he says, as Doc brings them a couple of sodas. "Phil? Relaxed? He's the only guy I know that has clenched hair." he quips as he makes his way back to the counter. The menu is simple. It's on the board above the counters. It's hot dogs. About any style and any way you can imagine, but if you don't like dogs, you're in the wrong place.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I have a thing foe dad jeans," Darcy rerorts, recaling rhw quip from eariler. Her smile is all things sugar and spice. her green eyes dance toward Doc and a brow quirks. Theres a flicker of somethong defensive in thw you ger agent and shw plops her chin in her hand, using the other to guide the straw to her lips.

"Mhhmmm. Sounds like some r&r Darcy style is in order..." she muses before she smiles angelicslly again at her partner across the way.

"So, go get me meat so you can get your palming privileges and then we'll talk about how to curl your toes instead of your hair...."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil shakes his head, "I don't know if I need to start rocking skinny jeans and fedoras, or any of that. Not unless I'm doing it on purpose." he looks at the board, "I'm a chili dog guy, myself. What kind do you want?" he asks, "Before you try and make my toes curl, and I make you speak dead languages?" he says, pleasantly, as if commenting on the weather.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smirks at the come back, but turns her head to regard the board herself.

"Chili and cheese sounds great today," she replies just as pleasantly, not at all shocked. she just turns back to Phil and smiles.

"Do or do not, there is no Try. I love a partner who's so sure of himself."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil orders up six of those, with fries, and looks over his shoulder. "When you've been around the world as many times as I have, and done as much as I have, it doesn't take much to beat whatever Tinder has to offer." and gives Darcy a knowing wink.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
There's a moment that Darcy quirks a brow at Phil. Then another where her smile grows. And then she's chuckles at the wink.

"Alright then," she agrees, nodding her head faintly.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil comes back in just a little bit with two platters that have the dogs and fries and two more sodas. He slides them onto the table and then into the booth himself. He smiles as he settles in, "Not expecting that one, I take it?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Left at the booth, Darcy watches Phil at the counter placing their order and then wait to bring it to their table. Her lips and tongue toy idling with the straw between sips of soda. When he returns, Darcy straightens up.

"Not completely, no. I've just been marveling at how not-robot you really are. It's a neat change of pace."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil grabs the mustard and offers it to Darcy, and after she uses or refuses, applies it to his own dogs. "Well, you get to a certain place where the opportunities for your personality to really come out are fewer and farther between. Especially when I've not been out in the field nearly as much as I'd like. You wanna see a fun side, come with me on a solo op sometime where I don't have people under me..those were the days. Maybe they'll come back for a reunion tour sometime. But yeah, it's nice to relax and loosen the tie a bit. You're one of the few I feel I can. The other one is Tony, but that's just begging to end up on TMZ."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The mustard is declined, even as Darcy reaches for ketchup. A red line added to each of her dogs, she's nodding.

"Oh, yeah. I can just imagine. I'm kinda honored you think you can let your tie loose around me, man. That's saying something. If you want me on a mission with you, you've got the clearance to see what my skill set is, and the pull to make it happen. I'm totally game for getting out of teh cubicle now and again," Darcy replies as she picks up the first of her parts of her meal.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil takes a bite of hot dog. Swallows, then sips his soda. "That depends entirely on where I'm needed and most effective. I can't pick and choose assignments anymore. Things have changed too much, the world isn't the same anymore. Nothing's the same anymore. So the job focus changes of narrow ops to more wide reaching ones. It might go back to how it was a bit, if things ever calm down but I don't think so. But it would be nice to snag a black bag once in a while, or some surveillence. But if you ever do fit the profile for an op, you're on my team in a second. You do good work, and you're fun to be around and for me, those are the two primaries for a spot on my squad."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You're sofa king romantic," Darcy quips around a mouthful of chili cheese ketschup hotdog mess in her maw. She's grinning as she chews, chili-ketschup at the corners of her lips and a tiny bit on her nose. She doesn't notice or doesn't care.

Phil Coulson has posed:
He chuckles and has a couple of fries, "Well that's not romantic, that's an honest and true assessment. Now, if you want romance," he says, and rattles off something in a foreign language but damn it sounds good.. and waits a moment for her reaction.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Reaction: Darcy blinks more than a few times, before looking about quickly, and then blinking back her attention to Phil.

"Umm... Yeah. I don't speak French."

Nevermind that it likely WASN'T French. Whatever it was, Darcy can't speak it.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil chuckles and dabs at his mouth with a napkin. "It wasn't French, it was actually a little Farsi I picked up doing Middle Eastern ops. It means I could get lost in your eyes for days and spend them kissing your lips."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh." she vocalizes at first, finishing that bite and starting for another when Phil translates it. She blinks, brows rising.

"Wow," she says after a pause, dog lowering. "Like, seriously FUCK wow. That's a really damn good line," she adds then as if he were just saying it to say it and not being serious about it. She brings hte dog up again for another bite.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil, for his part, just shrugs. "It's not a line, but thanks. I don't believe in lines. The truth usually gets you so much farther." he takes another bite of hot dog. "But then, I don't wanna come off as the creepy old guy, either. That's a fine line to walk. As far as I know, only Sean Connery and a few others can pull it off."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The truth... to a young twenty something fresh out of grad-school former party girl who still has wild rebellious tendancies... isn't really something Darcy has ever really experienced in 'dates', and so that Phil says it's not a line has the green-eyed brunette tilting her head and regarding him as if she could do what most others could not: read Phil Coulson for a misdirect.

"You're not creepy. Robotic sometimes. Stiff.. but stiff's a good thing in some places," she says after finishing that bite, as if she had good table manners and wasn't just using it to give herself time to study him.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil looks back and smiles, "Well, stiff is great in all the right places." he says, firing it back, but changes it up, "I just meant creepy in the old guy hitting on the younger woman sense. Some might see that as creepy..personally, I just see chemistry at work, but your mileage may vary." he says, smile turning more warm than flirty.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smirks at the fire back, eyes danging. But when he explains what he meant, she scoffs.

"Fuck them. Ain't none of their business what age anyone is. Besides, mileage is experience, and I've been around enough to know that I am so over those fresh faced think they are all that but need a fucking road map to navigate their way past a pair of tits," Darcy says vehemothly. Discrimination... age-based, and it's clear that it ticks her off.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil smiles at Darcy getting fired up about the age thing, and when she finishes he says dryly "In deference, if I didn't know how to navigate across mountain ranges I'd probably have trouble myself in your case. But you knew that. Anyway, hey as long as you aren't creeped out I'm more than happy to keep dishing it out if you'll keep doing the same."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yes. Mount Fuji got nothing on me. I am a fucking force of nature," Darcy says, arching her back to display The Girls. Her more than ample flesh presses a bit at the thin fabric of the white tank she wears under the black blazer. Through the fabric the slight bumps of her nipples can be seen. There are two smaller bumps near them, like ball bearings. Dracy relaxes her back after a bit.

"Nah. I'm not creeped out. Like you said earlier, Dad things. Could be hot as hell, and certainly more fun with you than with some frat boy."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil really tries not to stare, but he's already made a tactical assessment because he's that kinda guy. He only really glanced about half a second but already knew no bra, pierced with captive balls at least at probably 12 guage and they've been healed over a while. He sips his soda and clears his throat, "I can say from experience it is. But that's because I'm SHIELD on the streets and a freak in the sheets. But you didn't hear that from me."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
And at that Darcy laughs brightly, suggestively, slightly surprised, all pleased. She takes another bite of her hot dog, eyes dancing.

"I look hot at fuck in school girl uniforms. Just saying."

Phil Coulson has posed:
If there's any indication Darcy has managed to get through and actually pushed one of Phil's buttons, it's in that second. His eyes lock with hers and he says, "Now..that's just teasing."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Not if I plan on making good on it. This is called Future Promise," Darcy says. She smiles, pleased with herself.

"Teasing would be wearing it without warning you, bending over at the waist in it, and then NOT letting you take me up against a wall," Darcy adds with a wink, green eyes to blue, lips grinning with suggestion.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil takes a long deep breath, and takes a long sip of his soda, not taking his eyes off her once. "Okay, now that's /really/ mean..and presumptuous. You'd start over a desk in my office and then against a wall." he says, verball taking the gloves off now a bit.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Will you use a ruler on my ass while I was over your desk too, Head Master?" Darcy fires right back, one shoulder lifting in faux innocence. Now that she's found the button, it looks like Darcy intends on rubbing it.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil smirks, knowing exactly what she's doing and goes with it. "Won't be the only thing I use on your ass." he says, "Besides, I thought you were the head Master.."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Nono. I'm the sASS Master. There's a difference. Though, if you want to Bottom, I can rock being your Mistress," Darcy retorts, grin huge at the blank check of things he'd use on her rear.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil shakes his head, "I won't turn you down on that. But I figured I'd be the master of the Ass if you were Mistress of the head." he says, drawing it out to full out implication.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
OH! Darcy laughs brightly when she gets it. (Blonde moment. Don't judge me!)

"Deal," she replies brightly, smiling devilishly. And she puts more hot dog into her mouth.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil takes a bite of his hot dog, chews thoughtfully, then swallows (because anything else is rude) and looks at Darcy, "So anything else I should know besides your penchant for schoolgirl outfits?" he asks, chasing it with a sip of soda.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Sip? Darcy slurps her soda, about half way into her mouthful of dog.

"Mm..! Bondage is nice, but not public humiliation things. I'm not really shy, and... if we do this, either you leave when it's done or you stay until we wake up in the morning. Nothing's shittier than falling asleep with someone and then waking up to a cold pillow."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil nods, "I'm a big believer in aftercare. It's very important. So you'll wake up to coffee at the very least." he gives her brief sidelong glance, "How dirty of a mouth should I plan to have?" he asks, head slightly canted to one side, curious.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"If you're not screaming things that would make your mother cry at losing her angel of a son, I'm not doing you right," Darcy replies, finishing the last of her hot dog with a lick of her fingers. Nevermind the chilli on her face.