Srsly, brain, get with the program

I've got more than 2000 words of Darcy and Jane not doing it. They snark, they emote, they hurt and they are comforted.

But after spending the past month with a person who had emergency surgery, apparently my Reality Check-o-meter will not allow me to write post-op end of the world sexy times. LOL

Sequels are for sexing, right?

Avengers fic: Only Happy When It Rains; Darcy/Jane; PG; 2209 words

Summary: Jane’s hair is in a messy ponytail, and ink is smudged along her left cheekbone. She sucks her bottom lip in for just a second when she punches the tack through the flyer to the corkboard below. Before Darcy can even be tempted by the prospect of storm chasing, she thinks, “Oh, yeah. I could stand to follow her around for awhile.”

( Only Happy When It Rains )

Or HERE ON AO3.