John Mitchell (being_mitchell) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-05 01:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, darcy lewis, john mitchell |
WHO: Mitchell and Darcy Lewis
WHAT: Talk of dreams over breakfast, hanging out during the Super Bowl and hooking up
WHEN: Super Bowl Sunday
WHERE: IHOP then Mitchell's house
RATING: PG-13 for Language, Sex Talk and Handwavy Sexual Situations
STATUS: Complete
There was actually a lot about his dreams that Mitchell hadn’t mentioned on Valarnet, such as the fact that George hadn’t actually told him he was a werewolf, but that Mitchell had known. He didn’t know how he’d known, but he had sensed it. That was the part he kept coming back to, but there was still a lot of other things; mostly just details that he was sure everyone else on valarnet probably would have found boring, but he had a feeling that Darcy might be interested in some of it, which was why he’d asked her out for breakfast. Back when she’d come over, they had talked about getting together to share dreams once he started having them, so it had felt like the right time.
After getting dressed, making sure to don his usual fingerless gloves and sunglasses, Mitchell headed out to pick her up. Reaching Darcy’s house, he shot her a quick text to let her know he was outside.
There were lots of things that she found interesting. Darcy was all up for analyzing people’s dreams like she was Freud or some shit. Not to mention that she was looking forward to hanging out with him during the Superbowl. Teaching him the ways of Americans amused her. He’d probably find it boring though. She really only watched for the commercials. And watching hot guys tackle each other. That was always fun. She knew that they had a long day ahead of them, so she had gotten up a bit early to make herself presentable. Once she got her text, she headed down and out of her house.
Throwing open the door, she grinned for it being too early in the morning. “Hello sexy,” she greeted. “Ready for some pancakes?”
“Hey, Darce,” Mitchell was glad for the sunglasses, because he was able to give her a once over without her noticing. Although part of him didn’t think she would mind. “Of course I’m ready for pancakes. As if you even have to ask,” Mitchell started driving towards the IHOP they had gone to the last time, “So, do anything interesting last night?” Mitchell’s night had been extremely interesting and awkward, what with the conversation he’d had with Alyssa and somehow he had a feeling that Darcy’s night had been much less awkward.
Of course she wouldn’t mind. Being checked out? One of her favorite things. If it ever went anywhere other than that anyway. “Good because I want to shove bacon into my face.” She said with a sigh. Off to IHOP then. Maybe if they were lucky it was all you can eat pancakes and then they could just stay there forever with their pot of coffee. She was looking forward to it. “Last night? Oh, actually Jane came by. Uh.. Jane’s my friend. Maybe my best friend? We haven’t hung out in a while, so we caught up. It was just kind of two sad lonely women bitching about men and drinking too much wine.” she shrugged some.
Mitchell laughed at the bacon comment, just picturing her doing it, “Sounds like a better night than mine. Well, a less awkward night.” Yes, his conversation with Alyssa had been awkward, but the whole night hadn’t been awkward; after all, he had played a few songs for her on his guitar after; both his and covers. “So, you drank wine all night? Must be able to handle your alcohol really well, because you don’t seem the least bit hung over. When Mitchell spent a night drinking, you could definitely tell the next day.
What was better than pancakes, bacon and coffee? Nothing, that’s what. “Awkward? Ooh tell me all about the awkward. I want to know about awkward.” Because she was nosy and wasn’t going to hide it. She tried not to make things awkward, but she figured they would be eventually. At least when she saw Steve. So she wasn’t immune all the time. “Actually it was more like all afternoon into early evening and then I took a long nap. Plus, I’m the goddess of no hangovers, remember?” Or hadn’t he been using the kit that she gave him? Tsk tsk.
Mitchell wasn’t sure how much he should say about his conversation with Alyssa, “Went over a friend’s house and she was telling me about this bloke she was shagging, but how she fancies this other bloke. It just wasn’t what I was expecting when I went over.” Mitchell wasn’t a prude by any means, but when he had a seventeen year old girl telling him about how she’d been having sex with a guy who was older than him, well that was a tad bit awkward.
Mitchell had just pulled into the IHOP parking lot when she brought up being the goddess of no hangovers, so it was safe for him to physically facepalm. “Right! Forgot for a moment there.” His attempts to try and write had apparently taken a toll on Mitchell’s brain, “Don’t know where my head is today.” He pulled into a spot and turned off the car, “Pancakes are probably exactly what I need to refuel it. Shall we?”
Darcy’s eyes went a little wide. “Huh. It’s weird when people just right away start telling you too much information, isn’t it? Like they can’t keep anything to themselves. Maybe I do that too, but it’s always weird to be on the receiving end of it.” She gave him a supportive pat on the back and smirked a little. Awkward was definitely the word for it. She didn’t want to have sex discussions with any seventeen year old. Ever.
She laughed a little at him, like usual as they went inside and got a table. “It’s okay, you’re still pretty. That’s all that matters, even if you forget things.” Messing with him was fun. “Let’s stuff our faces.” Once they were at the table, she grabbed a menu and went about the sad task of trying to pick which pancakes to eat. She ordered coffee and orange juice. Both. Ha-ha.
“She’d told me she had news, but I hadn’t expected that.” Mitchell said as he followed Darcy into the restaurant, recalling the conversation with Alyssa, unable to stop as he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to stop his train of thought. There were so many things she had told him that he really shouldn’t know. Yes, he thought Alyssa was attractive, but she was seventeen and this Logan guy should have had the common sense to not do what they’d done. Mitchell wasn’t going to tell anyone, but if the wrong person found out then it could be bad.
“Well, I’m glad you still like me even if my brain is all over the place.” Mitchell smirked as they sat down and he began looking over his menu after ordering a tea. “So many tough decisions, huh?” There really was quite the selection and when you were hungry it made it even harder to decide what one wanted, “Had anymore dreams lately?” He asked, dark eyes scanning the menu for a moment before glancing up at Darcy over the edge of it.
“That’s definitely a bit out of left field. But hey, I guess at least she’s getting some? Must be nice.” Of course that girl was seventeen and probably hot. No wonder guys were all over her. She didn’t know what she had to do to get laid, or get a date or anything. There was nothing wrong with her, why were guys stupid? Oh right, because they wanted girls who had something special. There wasn’t anything special about Darcy. She wasn’t a superhero or anything.
She beamed at him, and then scanned her menu again. “Seriously tough decisions. Hardest of my life.” But she was leaning towards banana or chocolate chip. “Oh yes! Okay so like I’m in New Mexico with Jane and Thor, and then like this giant metal.. robot thing comes from.. fuck if I know.. the sky or something. It’s huge and awful and it starts killing everyone and destroying everything. So I had to run. It was crazy.”
If Mitchell had known what Darcy was thinking about, he would have assured her that there was nothing wrong with her and she didn’t have to be special in order to get attention from guys and any guys who didn’t like her were idiots. This Steve bloke in particular. If he ever met this guy, Mitchell was going to give him a piece of his mind for practically ignoring Darcy when they were supposed to be dating.
“I’m torn between pancakes or waffles.” Mitchell said as the waitress brought their drinks. “More giant robots? Sounds thrilling and terrifying at the same time,” Mitchell didn’t know what else his dreams would reveal, but for one reason or another, he had a feeling that giant, killer robots weren’t in the cards for him.
That was nice of him to assure her, but it was just all talk. Guys could say that till they were blue in the face. When Mitchell hadn’t made a move on her, she kind of assumed that he was gay. He even sent her half naked pictures of himself. She didn’t know. Steve was just way too nice for his own good, maybe? She didn’t quite know what was so wrong about her for Steve but whatever. It was his loss.
She peeked over at him, eyes only seen over the top of her menu. “You’re going to actually choose waffles? How very dare you!” she mocked. “Yeah it was crazy. Then Thor showed up with his hammer.. which isn’t his penis by the way and kicked it’s ass.”
“Okay, so not waffles. Blueberry pancakes, sausages and toast sound like a good combination though,” Mitchell said, setting down his menu then went to work on preparing his tea while he listened to Darcy, laughing as she talked about Thor, “If he did use his knob to fight giant robots then I’d start to wonder if your dream life wasn’t just one big porno.” A grin spread across his face as he stirred his tea.
The waitress appeared again a moment later, asking if they were ready to order. After placing his own order, Mitchell took a sip of his tea as he waited for Darcy to place her order so that they could continue their conversation without the waitress being present.
“This is a pancake household, dammit.” Whatever that was supposed to mean. Oh good, he was getting sausage, and she would get bacon. Then she could steal some sausage and have both. It was a win-win situation. She snorted slightly. “Oh god could you imagine? Like everyone is having these strange dreams and they’re all about these fantastic things. And then someone keeps having dreams where they’re a porn actor or something? That would be hilarious.”
She ordered chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, and then put some sugar in her coffee when the waitress came over. When she was gone, she looked back over at her friend. “If all of our dreams were porno dreams can you imagine? I’d be having an orgy with Thor and Jane. Which doesn’t sound like a bad idea exactly. Thor’s a giant flirt.”
Mitchell laughed and set his cup down, “Pretty sure that’d just be a threesome, love. You need at least one more person for it to become an orgy.” Because Mitchell had once participated in an orgy and was probably in the small percentage of men who came to the conclusion that they weren’t for him. Far too many limbs. “And what would the title be? The Mighty Hammer of Thor?” Honestly, how many other people would have conversations like this at a family friendly restaurant? He was sure not many and he was glad that Darcy pretty much had no worries about what she talked about or who was around to hear. “Not saying you should go into porn, but I bet you’d have a pretty strong following.”
“Okay technically there’s me, Jane, Thor, Erik Selvig, Sif, Some guy with a giant beard, Fandral.. who totally dug me and kissed my hand by the way and uh.. some Asian kid. Friends of Thors I don’t know. But they were all there too. Kicking that robot’s ass.” She didn’t know if she should bring up Loki, especially since she hadn’t heard from him since they went into the hospital.
Hey she didn’t care about penis jokes, as long as the people around them didn’t care. Or at least she could keep her voice down. “It’s totally the Mighty Hammer of Thor. I’d totally do him if Jane wouldn’t be pissed off at me for life.” That’s what they’d had the heart to heart about last night anyway. “Oh please,” she said rolling her eyes. “I can’t get laid to save my life. Literally.”
“You realize that the next time you see Thor, you’re probably going to dissolve into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, because that’s all you’ll be able to think about,” Mitchell waggled his eyebrows a bit, lips practically in a permanent grin. “And, I’m sure you will find someone who will want to shag you eventually. In fact, my guess is that there already are, but they’re intimidated by how fucking brilliant you are.” If there was one thing Mitchell was good at, it was being charming and suave; especially around the ladies. It wasn’t lost on Mitchell, the fact that this was the second conversation he’d had about sex in just one weekend.
Just thinking about it now was enough to make her giggle. “You’re right. He was already hitting on me before. I mean I flirt back, but I wouldn’t do that to Jane. She’s in love with the guy, and he’s out.. with other women. I’ve figured out what it is actually. Superheroes? They just want to be with other superheroes. People like me and Jane aren’t good enough.” Hence Thor going out and being free, and well Steve passing her up for.. whatever he passed her up for. Someone in his dream? She didn’t know. “Eventually? Oh man, dude it’s been like.. a year and a half. I guess they must be. I don’t know what else it could be.” She was appreciative that he was flattering her ego though. It was nice.
Finally the pancakes came, and Darcy poured herself another cup of coffee before starting in and drowning her food in syrup.
Mitchell shook his head as Darcy spoke about Thor and Steve and couldn’t help but feel for Darcy’s friend Jane; part of him hoping that Thor would open his eyes and see how much Jane liked him. “They sound like idiots to me.” Once the waitress left, he lifted his cup towards her, “But here’s to hoping you get shagged soon.” A cheeky smirk crossing Mitchell’s lips as he waited to see if she’d join him in his toast to her.
Honestly Darcy was tired of thinking about them. They would be friends perhaps, but that was it. She had to just forget it and move on. She took her cup and clinked it against his. “They are. Here’s to me getting shagged soon.” She smirked back and sipped her orange juice. They should have toasted with syrup bottles. “And yeah, how about from this moment on? No Steve talk, no Thor talk. Forget all that. So.. you... should give me some sausage.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Mitchell’s brows rose at that last part and he quirked a brow, “Considering our current conversation, you may have to clarify whether that’s a euphemism or not,” Of course he was teasing her, but he couldn’t help it and continued smirking as he put butter and syrup on his pancakes then speared one of the sausages on the small white plate and dropped it onto Darcy’s beside her side of bacon.
Her reaction was to wiggle her eyebrows at him suggestively and then happily take some of his sausage. Real sausage. “Want some bacon?” she offered, handing over her plate if he really wanted some. She was putting the pancakes away, that was for sure.
Mitchell snatched a piece of bacon and bit into it; after all actions spoke louder than words. “So, my dreams were a little less giant robotcentric, but still interesting.” He ate the other half of the piece of bacon and took a sip of his tea before continuing, “You know how I said that George claimed to be a werewolf? That wasn’t entirely true. In fact, I was able to sense it.” He still didn’t know how that was exactly, “George asked me why those blokes were beating him up and I told him that they didn’t like werewolves.” He glanced up at Darcy, brows furrowed slightly, “How mad is that?”
The best of both worlds. For a moment, Darcy just went back and forth, taking a bite of bacon and then a bite of sausage. Pig heaven. Why was pig so delicious? Damn them. “I’m gonna laugh if there’s ever a robot that shows up and then you’re like well.. there was a robot this time, and it was my butler!” For some reason that made her amused. “You are shitting me. A werewolf, and you could tell? Like uh.. Spider-sense tingling all werewolfy? Huh. That’s so not normal. It means there’s something up with you.” Mark her words. “That’s totally mad though. So.. you sensed he was a werewolf, and then saved him? I guess you don’t mind werewolves in your dreams then?”
“If there are any robots then I’m blaming you,” Mitchell couldn’t help but be amused by the way she was eating the sausage and bacon. “I guess not. I mean, I felt indifferent. I don’t remember most of the discussion when I saved him, but for one reason or another we became friends and decided to move in together. We found this little place in Bristol. Rented it from a bloke whose fiance had died there.” Most people were weirded out by the idea of living in a house where someone had died, but Mitchell hadn’t minded and of course George was a werewolf, so why should that have bothered him? “Then we became hospital porters.” He laughed. The last job he’d ever pictured himself having was one where he cleaned up vomit and piss.
“Dude, blame away if you have a bunch of robots show up. Never count robots out.” They were scary, especially if they were huge and trying to kill you. It was the best way to eat food, a bite of this and then a bite of that. “Yikes, they died and you moved in? Creepy. Though I guess that’s a cheap way to get a house. They’d be selling that for pennies. He had a friend that was a werewolf, and she had one that was a god. Totally normal. Sure it was. “You were a porter in a hospital? Oh jesus. That sounds awful. At least I’m interning with some like physics stuff with Jane. Getting them coffee and not.. yikes. That sounds awful.” Her nose wrinkled.
“Well, the girl died. I guess the boyfriend owned the place and was renting it out after,” Mitchell shrugged as he continued eating. In the dreams it had felt like there was something that was being left out. Something that Mitchell might have forgotten, but he wasn’t sure. After all, these had been his first dreams of this nature and for all he knew the blanks would be filled in at a later date. “Yeah, it wasn’t the most glamorous, that’s for fucking sure. It was an easy job though and better than delivering take away. Also, George was able to transform in the old psych ward on the full moon.”
“I guess I don’t blame him for wanting to get the hell out. I’d want to too.” Yikes. Poor chick. Thankfully it was just a dream. Right? She was almost done with her pancakes, trying to shove the last couple of bites into her mouth. She understood about when things weren’t exactly clear. Being left out of things was definitely a current theme in these dreams of hers. “I’ll take your word for that. I was only ever a barista until Tony Stark hired me.” And she was quite lucky that he had. “Did you watch? Was it cool?”
Mitchell was also almost finished and practically shoved the last half of a piece of toast into his mouth as he nodded, “I did. Pretty fucking brilliant. Not for him, obviously. Seemed really painful, but watching it was interesting,” Of course he’d watched from a safe distance away, through a small window in the door of the room where George transformed. “He was Jewish and wore a Star of David, but he asked me to hold on to it during his transformations.” It had become pretty clear from the various dreams about himself and George that they had quickly become best friends. “And little known fact, I worked in a pub for a year before I was on X-Factor.”
“As long as it’s interesting. Boring dreams must be shitty.” She wondered if anyone had dreams like that. Clearly some past kind of live but really boring? That would be a good thing to ask. She’d have to remember that. “I bet it was pretty painful.” God she wished she was something cool. Bah. Maybe one day. “I’m glad that dream you had the sense to look through a window and not actually uh.. be around.” She might have aww’d a bit at the story though. “That’s so nice of you.” Her pancakes were done, she just had to finish her coffee and pay. “Really? Huh. Well that’s cool. X-Factor. How do I keep hanging out with famous people?” She didn’t get it.
“I’m just nice like that,” He too wondered if there was anyone who had normal, boring, non supernatural dreams and now that he was having his own, which were clearly of the supernatural variety, he couldn’t imagine having normal dreams again. “I guess you’re just lucky. Actors and rock stars. Who are you gonna be hanging out with next?” Mitchell finished off his pancakes and tea as the waitress came over to take their empty plates and give them the check, which Mitchell took from her, “So, I was thinking that we’d watch the Super Bowl at my place. That is, if you have no objections.”
There had to be someone with nice normal, boring dreams. Like maybe they just grew up and had a nice life and not much happened but it was super nice. Sigh. Why couldn’t she have been in some kind of romcom dream? Lame. “Well I’m planning on calling Johnny Depp now that he’s single and asking him to come have a look at my assets.” She winked at Mitchell and decided not to bitch about him paying for the food. He had way more money than her anyway. “No objections. Anything to avoid my stupid roommate. We should stop by the store and get snacks. And booze.” Definitely.
“Gonna have him dress up as Jack Sparrow?” Mitchell smirked as he pulled out his wallet and placed his credit card and the bill in the little holder then slid it to the edge of the table for the waitress. Unlike a little earlier, when Darcy mentioned her assets, Mitchell couldn’t help but openly glance down at her ample bosom for a moment, “Sure he wouldn’t mind having a look.” He waggled his eyebrows just before the waitress came by to take the check, “Snacks and booze sound like a good idea. I’ve only got two beers left and haven’t stocked the bar outside yet.” One of the selling points of Mitchell’s house had been the grill/bar combo in the backyard as well as the pool. “And now you can see my place without the boxes and shite.” Of course the house still felt extremely empty even though Mitchell had unpacked and bought some more furniture.
“Oh hells to the yes! God yes. A million times over. Yes.” Ugh. Another note to self. Put up a list of things Darcy would do if she had a fuck ton of money. Yeah, that was a good topic. She’d have to put that one up later. Darcy obviously didn’t mind being checked out, at least not by Mitchell. She’d brought up her assets first anyway. “Damn right he wouldn’t. Even Johnny Depp would be like damn girl.” Which was just fine with her. They definitely needed booze to get through the super bowl. Not to mention that she liked his house. “You unpacked? I’ve got to see this.” Hopefully she wouldn’t have to make fun of him.
After paying for everything and heading back to the car, Darcy and Mitchell stopped by the store and grabbed up everything they would need for an awesome party. Just the two of them Once they had all the good stuff, they headed back to his place and turned on the game. “Have you ever watched American football before?”
It was reactions like that one, that made Darcy unlike other girls he’d met. Of course he’d known some pretty outgoing girls in the past, but no one with a personality so similar to his own or who didn’t care what anyone else thought of her and he was glad they were friends. “Well, if you’re looking for Johnny Depp, shouldn’t you be in France? Isn’t that where he lives?” When the waitress brought his card back, he signed the check, placed his card back in his wallet then escorted Darcy out to the car. Upon reaching the car, they headed to the store and spent a little while there, getting snacks for later, because right now Mitchell was far too full to eat anything then they headed back to his place.
“A few times, but it’s never held my attention for very long,” He said, moving his guitar out of the way from where he’d left it after he’d gotten back from Alyssa’s the night before. The livingroom had become his makeshift music room for the time being, until he could turn the basement into a recording studio. So for the time being, he used the living room, which contained a rather large, extremely comfortable couch, coffee table and extensive entertainment system. “Do you watch it often?”
Darce was one of a kind, what could she say? Why give a shit what someone thought of you? As long as you had a good life, wasn’t that all that mattered in life? “Well I thought so, but then he got a divorce so maybe like he moved or something because .. who wants to be around the ex-wife, am I right?” Not that she really knew what it was like to have an ex-wife or anything. “But shit, I’ll go to France if that’s what it takes.” It was Johnny Depp. He was worth it.
“Well a lot of the people watch for the commercials. They spend an ungodly amount of money to make funny commercials because it’s like the best time to show them or something.” She didn’t get how it worked. Some were funny though. Looking around the place now that the stuff was unpacked, she seemed pretty impressed. It didn’t look like a dump. That was good. “Nope. Just the Super Bowl. Can’t give a shit otherwise. I’d rather watch hockey or something.”
“I’ve heard that actually. And they show the trailers for a lot of the big movies coming out too, right?” Mitchell sat down on the couch a opened one of the beers they had set out amongst the other snacks they’d laid out on the coffee table. “I’ve watched hockey before. Went to a game once when I was in New York while I was recording my second album. Only sport you lot have that allows fights.” Any other American sport Mitchell had seen broke up fights before they even started, but in hockey they had full out fights, right there on the ice.
“Yeah! It’s kind of cool. And you kind of get into it, even if you don’t care who wins.” More or less. Any excuse to have a party and drink. She slid down onto the couch and stretched out, sipping on her beer. “That’s why I like hockey too,” she admitted with a grin. “I mean who doesn’t like to see dudes kick each other in the ass and fall over on the ice?” It was kind of hilarious. “We should go to a game some time and just watch for the fights.” That sounded like fun. She was only half paying attention to what was going on in the game really.
Mitchell thought that, that would actually be a lot of fun, “But just our luck, there wouldn’t be any fights that night,” He made a mental note to look into getting tickets to an upcoming game later on. “Any particular team you like?” He would also have to check which team or teams represented California. Sipping his beer, he glanced up at the tv, trying to figure out what was going on, but considering he didn’t know which team was which, he didn’t really know what was going on.
Darcy made a face but tried not to look too disappointed. “You’re probably right. Just our luck.” Did California even have a hockey team? They didn’t really get ice or snow, so why would they? Maybe she’d have to find out. She usually liked to watch on tv, not quite go to games. She’d never been to one. “Not really. Any of the ones that have hot guys. I’ll make a list.” So she had a one track mind. So what? Slowly but surely, she was drinking more and more, from one beer to the next. She tried to explain what was going on without getting too confusing.
Mitchell tried to pay attention as Darcy explained what was going on, but like the brunette girl, he was also getting drunker as the game went on. He found a number of the commercials amusing and laughed and voiced his opinion on them. By the time the half time show came around, if Darcy had asked, Mitchell wouldn’t have been able to tell her how many beers he’d had, even if his life depended on it, so it was a good thing that it didn’t.
“Met Beyonce once. Bloody fucking diva.” Mitchell laughed as he finished off his current beer while Beyonce sang and pranced around the stage.
By the halftime show, she was giggling a lot and being loud and obnoxious probably. Acting like she knew what was going on when she didn’t at all. The halftime show was pretty good though, even if Beyonce was a diva. It made her snort in amusement. “She can be a diva. Look at that flawless bitch. I’d do her, and I don’t even like chicks.” She wasn’t sure how many beers she had either. Too many, that was for sure. Beyonce made her want to get up and dance though, so she did a little. Cause why not?
When Darcy started dancing, Mitchell’s attention was no longer on the tv, but instead on the brunette in front of him. Even if he wasn’t drunk, he still would have been watching Darcy now instead of Beyonce, because there was no denying that Darcy was ten times hotter than Beyonce. “You should be up there instead of her, love.” He shifted his position, on the couch, slightly so we was laying back a little more as he watched Darcy.
It was hard to tell if she was paying attention that he was paying attention to her instead of the tv. She kind of thought so, but it was hard to keep her attention on so many things at once. Of course once he said that, it was rather obvious. She grinned and then kind of wiggled her arse in his direction. “You should tell people. Then I’ll be rich and famous.” That would be nice. If he was watching then she was going to dance for him and not just in general. “Ugh you know, I should put up a post saying I need to be rescued... by someone’s penis.” For some reason that made her laugh a lot.
Mitchell clapped and cheered as Darcy continued dancing, “If I ever get another manager, I’ll put in a good word for you.” He laughed then groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head in response to her idea, “Bad idea, Darce.” Yes, it was amusing and despite only knowing Darcy for a little less than two months, it was definitely something he could see her doing. However, it was also something she might regret when she was sober and even completely pissed, Mitchell didn’t think that Darcy wanted to have to deal with the responses she was bound to get from a post like that.
The more he clapped and cheered, the more she hammed it up a bit. He was kind of getting a lapdance, though she wasn’t actually in his lap. “You’re the best.” And he really was. Not that she didn’t appreciate her other friends, but right now, Mitchell was at the top of her list. She really liked hanging out with him. It was odd that they hadn’t known each other that long. Still she really liked him. “Bad idea? Nooooo.. it’s a good idea!” She hopped up and then went to find the laptop so that she could do just that.
Mitchell definitely wouldn’t have said no to an actual lapdance from Darcy, but he also didn’t mind the view she supplied as she danced. When she started towards his laptop, which was on the other end of the couch, Mitchell jumped up, a tad bit wobbly and went after her, “Maybe now, but not later.” Mitchell grabbed for her arm, a slow smirk crossing his lips, “Besides, I could save you right now.” Whether or not he was joking, not even he knew right now. He was far too pissed to make that call, but like how Darcy’s idea to make a post seemed like a good idea at the time, when he was pissed, Mitchell had a tendency to say things that sounded good at the time.
Perhaps later if she could still stand up, she would give him a lapdance. Something told her that she wasn’t going to make it standing up and grinding for much longer. Her head was spinning a bit, but in a good way. When he stopped her, she turned around and smirked back at him. She started to laugh and shook her head. “Oh yeah? You’re going to save me with your penis..” She was laughing so hard that she kind of wobbled and fell over, pulling him down with her. With a thud she hit the floor and she oof’d. Ouch. Still Darcy was cracking up, until she realized how close she was to him, and then leaned in.
“Well, you did want some of my sausage earlier,” Darcy’s laughter was infectious and soon Mitchell was laughing as well, so when Darcy wobbled, Mitchell was too slow to attempt to steady her and they both went down. Mitchell landed on top of Darcy, still laughing for another moment or two, his head in the crook of her neck. Realizing that he might be crushing her, despite the fact that he was pretty lithe and she wasn’t complaining, Mitchell stopped laughing and lifted his head to look down at her, but instead of getting up or saying something, he stared down at her, brown eyes glassy. He knew that he should probably get up, but when Darcy leaned in, he found himself lowering his head towards hers and kissed her, one hand coming up to cup her jaw.
Oh man now they were making sausage jokes. This was bad. They were both going to just keep laughing until they couldn’t breathe anymore. But then just like that, they weren’t laughing anymore, they were kissing. This was new. New but she really liked it. She pressed her mouth up against his, kissing him a bit heatedly. Slowly but surely she was deepening the kiss, sliding her hands up to his neck.
Mitchell might have been drunk, but he had no problem keeping up with Darcy’s pace, groaning as Darcy’s fingers slid up his neck. The tiny part of his brain that was still sober told him that he should probably stop, but the rest of his brain didn’t listen and instead he took the lead, nipping at Darcy’s lower lip as he rolled his hips down against her’s. He hadn’t had sex since before rehab and if he was perfectly honest, he didn’t remember the last few because he was so high and drunk most of the time.
Thankfully she wasn’t falling down drunk, which was a very good thing. Her hands slid up into his hair. She wondered if this was going to go past making out. It didn’t matter to her, though she was clearly okay with continuing. Perhaps this wasn’t the best thing to do, with her friend, but somehow she thought it wasn’t going to be that big of a deal. Hopefully she’d be right. She pressed up against him and as he moved against her, she groaned against his mouth. She hadn’t had sex in sooooo long. Maybe a year and a half? She definitely needed it.
Since Darcy hadn’t pushed him away yet, he got the impression that she certainly didn’t mind the turn the night had taken. The Halftime Show and Super Bowl was completely forgotten for the time before and all Mitchell cared about was the way Darcy’s body felt beneath his. One hand still cupping her jaw, he slid the other down to her arse, squeezing lightly through her tight pants as he rolled his hips down again, groaning.
Was football still on? Darcy had no idea. All she cared about what was happening right there between them. She really missed this, the way it felt to be kissed and touched. She pushed him back down onto the floor and then slid on top of him. She wanted more of his hands on her skin, so she sat up slightly in order to take off her top, then she reached down for his.
Well Mitchell certainly hadn’t expected that, but he definitely wasn’t going to complain. While Darcy worked on the buttons of his black shirt, Mitchell pulled his fingerless gloves off and proceeded to slide his hands up Darcy’s sides and stomach until he reached her breasts and cupped them over her bra. If Darcy’s breasts had looked good while she was wearing a shirt, they looked even better without it, “Christ...” In the industry, there were so many fake girls, both personality wise and body wise, so the fact that Darcy was completely real made this even better.
They were wearing far too many clothes. If they were going to do this, she wanted to really do it. Happy to feel actual hands on his skin, she leaned in to kiss him again once their shirts were off. Her eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her breasts. They hadn’t been touched in so long. She didn’t want to sleep with him on the floor though. That would hurt both their backs. Eventually she sat back, panting a little and smirked. “Come on.. you should take me to your bedroom. Or at least the couch.”
Mitchell’s hands continued exploring Darcy’s breast, over her bra, as she worked on his shirt and once his shirt and black wifebeater joined her discarded shirt, his hands roamed over any exposed skin he could reach and slid up into her hair as they kissed again. This wouldn’t have been the first time Mitchell shagged on the ground, but rugburn was never fun, so he wasn’t about to argue with her. Sitting up, he cupped her jaw once again, smirking, “You haven’t seen my room yet, have you?” Without waiting for a response, he leaned in and kissed her again.
Yeah she had been shagged on the ground and lots of worse places. She wanted cushion though. No use in getting rug burns. “No, you haven’t. If you don’t have like a leather bed and silk sheets, I’m going to be seriously disappointed.” She smirked back at him, kissing him as she lead him back into the bedroom.