He was right. It had been weeks. How strange. Considering their relationship had started off based on sex, it was curious to think that it was something they could be without. Especially since they were both pretty demanding in that department. It gave her warm tingly feelings that their relationship had only grown stronger and deeper since. Who knew that two people like them could stick it out? What were the chances?
She eyed him, thinking. One of the sexiest things she’d ever been witness to was watching Fandral play video games and hell if she was going to exempt herself from that little bit of pleasure. There were always new games he could learn to play and Darcy smirked, thinking of all the possibilities.
Her gaze flitted over to him. “So, you’re horny.” She grinned, threading her fingers through her long hair. “That’s cool. You wanna have sex?” Having had grown up where casual sex was accepted, she felt it only natural to be so blatant and blase about it. Darcy set her chin on his shoulder and eyed the lipstick mark on his neck.
She leaned back and wiped at it, smudging it even more. Whoops.
Fandral set the controller down, a smirk playing on his full lips. “When do I ever not want sex? Honestly?” That was the true question. “You say it as if this is a rare occurrence.” But it had been, as of late. Fandral found that spending time with Darcy no longer had to consist of intimacy for him to enjoy himself. In fact, just being around her at any capacity was fulfilling. He was happy. More so than he had been in years despite the trials his dearest friends currently faced.
He only hoped that they could find love so true like he suspected he had. In a rare moment where Fandral’s loving nature outshone his romanticism, he moved back enough so he could gaze down at her face. Reaching over, he held his fingertips beneath her chin, grazing her skin with his thumb. “I love you,” he said softly. A genuine smile broke through the smirk and he leaned in to kiss her.
“I took Tae Kwon Do when I was younger, you know.” She told him thoughtfully, pursing her lips. “It’s this Korean martial art. I stopped going when I was ten because my mom couldn’t afford the lessons.”
Her eyes went back to the screen, watching his progress. “I never picked up fighting again. Got lazy and got a tazer instead. But, I enjoyed the sparring part of it. Maybe you should try me out sometime.” She sent him an exaggerated wink, snickering a bit.
“Aw, man.” She pulled a fake sympathetic face when Link was killed off by Fandral’s distraction. Truthfully, he was getting too good and it relieved her to see him get knocked down a peg. Glancing over, she noticed his glazed eyes and had the barest of ideas of what his mind had switched to. Probably sex. It usually was.
Darcy had to lick her lips to hold back a wide grin. “Oh, really.” A pointed glance towards the towel on his lap proved the point. “I’m so sorry to have ruined your expectations.”
So she had been a fighter at one point in her life. Something in him told Fandral that he’d known all along. After hearing the few details she had chosen to divulge, he decided that it this would be the new project he would undertake. He would teach her how to defend herself. Though, he wished she would never have to use any of what he taught her, Darcy had chosen to align herself with people who lived very dangerous lives. It would be rather easy for her to get caught in the crossfire. But Fandral was determined to make it so she was prepared for any situation she was faced with.
Clearing his throat as her eyes fell to what little fabric covered him, he sat up a bit straighter and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just… been some time since we… spent… time together. We have both been so busy as of late and now things seem to finally be slowing down a bit, I thought it would be a good time to… well, as I said… it’s been weeks.”
Had it been weeks? It was probably more like days. It felt like weeks, though.
Rarely did Darcy have to be faced with Asgardian technology, but if it happened, she hoped she’d react as…well, not gracefully per se, but guilelessly. Fandral had this sort of open eyed wonder to him, curious and willing to explore new things. It made it so much easier to live here on Earth because he was so open-minded-for the most part. Darcy looked forward to teaching him new discoveries and seeing them through his eyes as it was never boring.
This proved to be another source of amusement for Darcy. Watching Fandral gain confidence in his video gaming skills entertained her, especially when he was crushed five seconds after boasting. She couldn’t resist laughing and pressing a kiss against his neck, leaning back to watch him play.
However, after watching him fail for the third time, she offered some advice. “Just pretend you’re sword fighting with a toddler. Keep your jabs simple and don’t wave your arms around so much.”
Chuckling, she kept an eye on his face, getting a kick out of the focused and intense look upon it.
"Pfft," he scoffed at the idea of his woman giving him advice on how to slay an adversary. But after failing a few more times using his own method, he sighed and reluctantly gave in, adapting her style of fighting and ultimately proving the victor. It was a bitter-sweet victory. After all, some of his success had to be attributed to Darcy’s advice.
"You have such a keen eye for the art of battle in this virtual world. It makes me wonder how you would process an actual fight. Perhaps you have a hidden talent, beloved. We should explore this some time."
As captivating as the game was, it couldn’t keep his mind from wandering. Soon, thoughts of an armor clad, weapon wielding Darcy took over and he was left sitting with vacant eyes as his fantasies took hold.
He was rudely pulled back to reality when his character was slain while he’d been distracted. He huffed and then looked over at Darcy who had the most smug expression on her face. “You know, tonight has not played out at all like I thought it would have.”
She could practically see his tail wagging as Fandral returned to her side. Resisting the urge to giggle, she handed the Wii remote to him. Her irritation with him had disappeared in a vapor of smoke. If she wasn’t so thoroughly attached to Fandral, it would have worried her how quickly she could forgive him and want to make him happy. But, for now, she relished the simple joy he showed just to spend time with her.
“I’m going to teach you how to play this video game.” Darcy informed him solemnly.
Aligning her fingers over his in a light grip, she rested against his side for easier access. The warmth of his skin pressed against her side and she wondered why he was wearing only a towel. And he smelled like roses. Curious. Shaking the thought off, she carried on. “What we’re going to start with is how to do basic controls. Learn how to walk, jump…use his sword, all that crap.”
Gently, she guided his arm holding the stick forward, watching Link on the screen jump into movement. “When you press this button, he goes faster.” She tapped her finger over his and instantly Link shot forward, speeding up. “See?” Darcy smiled at him encouragingly.
With each new piece of Midgardian technology that Fandral came across, the process was always very similar. The outcome however, wasn’t always the same. There were times when he mastered something in such a way where it was as if he’d been doing it his entire life, just like a mortal. But more often than not, he had to fail numerous times before finally getting the hang of something. Whether or not he’d get the hang of this ‘video game’ thing remained to be seen.
After a few moments of trying to learn the very basics, Darcy allowed Fandral to take the controller and attempt to work it on his own. At first there was a bit of frustration when he couldn’t get the character to run as smoothly as she had. He was crashing into walls and trees and falling off cliffs. But once he finally triumphed over a short sprint and jump, he raised his hands above his head and cried out in victory.
"Did you see that, dearest? I shall conquer this realm just as I have Midgard and soon, the teacher will become the student. ‘Tis only natural. This hero is the wielder of a mighty sword, after all."
All confidence escaped the big talker, however, when he was met with his first battle and was killed almost on the spot. Determination etched on his features, he pressed the button to replay from checkpoint and went at it again.
She watched him while he fiddled with her controllers, silent. He looked interested, and it gave her an idea. Before she could gather her words, he gently kissed her head, preparing to hide in the bedroom.
“Wait.” Darcy softly protested, resting her chin on her raised knee. She tilted her head to look at him. “Come back.” Pointing to the seat next to her, she beckoned him.
Turning to grab the controllers, she quickly went back to the beginning of the battle, but instead walked away. Link walked off into the green pastures and suddenly was surrounded by green cliffs and waterfalls. It was a safe place to start, a good place to learn.
Fandral perked up immediately, trying his hardest to not run over like an excited puppy who’d just been told he’d done good. Sometimes he hated it, just how tight Darcy’s hold on him was. And it seemed like she hardly tried at all.
He made his way over, wide grin on his face, and sat beside her just as she had gestured for him to. “What is it, dearest?” he asked, glancing at her hands and how she so effortlessly controlled the virtual warrior on the screen as if it was second nature to her. Fascinating. But he was wary. This thing had just gotten him into quite a bit of trouble.
“You…you ruined everything!” She tossed the Wii controllers onto the couch and folded her arms. Her chin turned the other way in refusal to look at him, stubbornly set. “I was going to get the heart container. I was going to pass this level!”
Sometimes, it didn’t occur to her that Fandral’s world was entirely different. That he’d never seen video games or understand its importance. It slipped her mind that he didn’t grow up with Nintendo 64 or the Gamecube. He didn’t get the Playstation for Christmas or a Gameboy for his birthday. It was such an integral part of Darcy’s life, that she didn’t have to think about it. Entertainment like movies, music, books and all things that had shaped her to who she was…they didn’t correspond with Fandral. And facing that, the huge difference of how they grew up, where they grew up, was so massive, it was nearly incomprehensible. There were so many differences between them that it was better to forget of their existence. And being with Fandral made it easy to do so. It was only when it was brought to her attention was it an issue.
Darcy’s eyes flicked over to him, gauging his concerned and bewildered expression. He looked genuinely puzzled but still, the distraught over his betrayal overpowered her desire to be reasonable with him at the moment.
Fandral’s confusion filled eyes wandered around the room. They landed on the controllers Darcy had thrown down in all of her apparent frustration. Obviously they had something to do with this sudden change in her mood. Looking back at the TV screen, he put two and two together and realized that she had been controlling the battling figure on the screen with this magical wand.
He picked it up and curiously surveyed each button. Shifting a bit to get a better view of the screen, he pressed down on one of the buttons causing the screen to change. His inquisitive eyes went wide as the small person in the digital box moved with his hand. “Curious…”
Now he understand… somewhat. His abrupt actions may have caused something to take place in this virtual world that upset Darcy. Feeling worlds apart in times like these, he set the little wand down where he’d gotten it from. “Whatever I have done to upset you, beloved, I am truly sorry. I do hope that I can make it up to you in the near future.”
When no response was given, he sighed and stood to his full height, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the top of her head before moving to retreat back to the bedroom.
She was right there. So close. One more slash and she’d defeat him, one more swing of the sword and it would be dead, just one…more….
A large figure obscured her view. She craned her neck trying to look around the thing blocking her one chance to make it to the next level. How strange… What was this thing in her way? The thought passed through her mind but then was interrupted with the realization that her battle was going to be ruined.
“No! No! No!” Darcy cried, half her torso tilted towards the side, hands waving erratically. At first, she attempted to play without looking at the screen but this proved useless. She didn’t know what she was doing. Alas, there was no way to see what was happening. However, she could hear it. Oh, could she hear it.
The triumphant screams of the monster as it smacked Link with fireball after fireball echoed through her ears. Link’s gasping grunts in response devastated Darcy and she knew, just knew that he was going to die. Nooo. The whoosh of another fireball was emitted and she closed her eyes, not needing to see the screen for this.
The familiar music played, signifying Link’s death. It was final. This was the worst possible thing that had ever happened to her ever.
Her eyes opened, and she finally acknowledged him. Darcy took in the man standing in front of her decked in a towel and a waterfall down his chest. She assessed the man that had just caused the most horrendous tragedy of her life.
With her lower lip jutted out, trembling and eyes darkened with emotion, she met his gaze, complete betrayal and hurt obvious on her face. “How…how… could you do that?” The look she gave him was similar to a puppy dog…after he had been kicked, killed, brought back to life and killed again.
"I…" Fandral’s face immediately twisted into utter confusion. All he was trying to do was spark a bit of romance. Instead, she looked at him like he’d just murdered her dearest friend. Or even Lenard.
"I’m afraid I don’t understand, beloved. What have I done to upset you so?" He knelt in front of her, moving to glide his hands up her arms but stopping when her expression turned cold. It was then that the figurative gears of his mind began to work in overdrive, trying to work out what he possibly could have done to incite such a reaction.
She didn’t even glance back, her focus so intent upon Link. “Come on, you bastard.” It was utterly impertinent for her to pass this dude. Her adrenaline was up and running, feeling the excitement of battling a big boss. She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes at the screen.
Up against her was a six legged, fiery creature with an eye perched on top of its crown. It charged at Link and threw fire, making it difficult for her to escape without being hurt. From her research online, the cheat said that the big fire dude could be killed by throwing bombs at it.
“Burn in hell, bitch.” Darcy cackled, cracking her wrist before flicking bombs at the gigantic eye made out of fire. The creature on the screen screeched and circled Link in response. To that, she tossed a few more bombs and paused. The eye was fully revealed. Gleefully, she slashed at it. More loud shrieks embraced Darcy’s ears.
She was winning! The monster retreated, now vulnerable and with another laugh, she followed, slicing and dicing at the gigantic eye. Squealing, the fire monster attempted another fire ball but she dodged it. Darcy congratulated herself, a loud noise of happiness piercing the air. “YES!”
A little water splashed her and she batted the air as if to ward him away. “Stop that.”
Fandral’s eyes narrowed, moving from Darcy to the TV and then back to the woman again. It was as if all his words had fallen upon deaf ears. Even more troublesome was how she didn’t even acknowledge how scantily clad he was, how water rippled down his strong, smooth body, how perfect his wet hair framed his devilishly handsome face.
This was a travesty. No! It was worse than that. Something evil was at play here to enthrall her so, to steal her away in such a manner.
With his hands on his hips, Fandral decided he would not be defeated by this new foe. He moved and stood directly in her line of vision, breaking her eye contact with the television. “Perhaps I should repeat myself. I was just saying how I thought that we could spend this evening together. If you would just follow me to the bedroom…”
Darcy couldn’t feel her right foot anymore. She’d been in the same position for five hours and refused to move. It was a vantage stance she’d taken, legs crossed and her ankle tucked underneath. Leaned forward, Darcy made sure that she was close but not too close to the television screen. Her hands whipped around furiously as she gestured the tiny man on screen to move around with the remote controllers.
A malicious giggle escaped her full lips, and she swung the Wii remote a bit to initiate the sword. As desired, Link waved his sword and thrust it into the air. It lit up and Darcy waited for power to be sucked into the weapon. Afterwards, she hacked away at the the monsters attacking her. With a few swipes, they met their demise.
She giggled again and manipulated Link into continuing his journey. However, her back ached like a mother and she stretched a bit, biting her lip as that frustrating knot continued to throb. With a heavy sigh, she pressed a hand against her back and kneaded until she could sit straight. Relief was found and she turned to focus on the game, determined to get to a boss by the next hour.
Everything had been planned out perfectly. This night would be one for memories, love, passion and romance. Fandral slipped into the shower early after arranging things in the bedroom. The candles were waiting to be lit, flower pedals at the ready. He let the hot water run down his body and soothe his tense muscles. Although he was the ultimate wooer of women, Darcy was a different kind of animal. What most women liked and preferred, she thought to be cheesy or lame.
When he hopped out of the shower sometime later, feeling confident and relaxed. He smoothed his slick hair back with his hand and studied himself in the mirror for a moment. “How anyone could ever resist me, I have not the slightest clue. ‘Tis impossible.”
He rolled his mustache around his fingertips, making perfect curls. And then he opted to abandon clothing altogether, wrapping a towel around his waist instead. Easy access. It’s not like the clothes would’ve stayed on long anyway.
Wetting his lips, he strutted out of the bathroom and made for the living room, the sounds of an epic battle being fought filling the air as he neared. “What in Odin’s name?” He peeked in to see Darcy… doing… something… he’d never seen before. She was smashing an electronic device while watching a cartoon battle. Not only was she completely enthralled but she was also screaming obscenities.
Fandral huffed, determined not to be pushed aside for some lowly Midgardian form of entertainment. Walking over, he puffed out his chest and looked down at her, trickles of water cascading down his abdomen. “My dearest Darcy, I thought we could spend some much needed time together this night.”