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Ana Adams [RP] ([personal profile] undeadgirlwalking) wrote2012-05-20 02:42 pm
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[PSL] Ana and Hawkeye

Who: Ana Adams, Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
What: Some TLC post a rough night.
When: Post a mission that was rougher than it should've been.
Where: Ana's apartment above Adams' Books.
 

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He said he was coming... And he was late. Anan didn't know nearly enough about Clint's life to know exactly where he was, but she'd observed enough to guess. He fought, he killed, undoubtably for an organisation that would rather stay secret. That was fine, she had secrets enough on her own.

He wouldn't be a part of it if he wasn't skilled... Didn't stop her from worrying. Nursing a cold drink in the kitchen, wearing little more than a shirt that he'd left behind, she restrained the urge to send a shade to look for him.

He'll be fine. Clint would be fine.

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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-21 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away from her back. They rested low on her waist for a moment before he made the bold move he'd planned. Fingers enveloped on of the buttons on the shirt she wore, and he carefully pressed it through the buttonhole, pulling the shirt slightly more open. His lips followed the exposed skin downward.

"Should I stop?"
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-22 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
He glanced up at her as he unfastened the rest of the buttons on her shirt, a small smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. Then, slowly, he went back to pressing lazy, indulgent kissed to the skin of her chest and neck.

Questioning everything seemed prudent, triple checking with himself to be sure he was doing the right thing. Getting involved...

Even for a one-night stand, it was dangerous.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-22 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm already there," he answered, voice lowered. Still, if she wanted to do the work, he'd let her. He rested against the back of the chair again, his hands settling idly on her thighs. A beautiful woman trying to seduce him was nothing to complain about in the least, especially if she was insisting on drawing it out.

With his blood pumping so loudly, it was hard to even think. If she wanted to take over, he'd let her.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-22 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
When she bit her lip, he could feel the electricity, feel the warmth of desire and arousal winding their way down his spine. Her hands were starting to slowly drive him mad, her fingers on his skin, finding every mark of his life with her delicate touch. Kissing her was suddenly a necessity, something he wasn't going to stop doing until he really felt satisfied, but he could hold back.

And hold back, he did. His fingers kneaded at the skin of her thighs, sliding inward slightly more with every passing moment, but he didn't let himself take any huge steps. She was in control, and he liked that enough to let it stand.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-22 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd never hear the end of it if he showed up at HQ with marks all over his skin, so he was glad she was being moderate. Tipping his head back, he let her explore, unable to hold back a low noise of approval when she finds a particularly sensitive spot on the side of his neck. Where her lips explored, he wanted to explore, too. He wanted his hands in her hair and on her body in places he'd only thought about idly before.

His notion to touch her a little more intimately was interrupted by the tugging at his shirt. Obliging, he removed the offending cloth, seeking her eyes again as he tossed it onto the floor. Marks and scars peppered his lean, toned muscles, and the curve of his shoulders was a clear indication of his vocation. Could she tell from this that he was a soldier, a killer, anything more than a sportsman archer?

Not that he cared, really, as he settled his hands at her waist and began moving them higher.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-22 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no way he'd announce that he's a spy, a mercenary, a secret agent, but his body told enough on its own. He wasn't what he appeared to be, and now that he was exposed to her, he hoped she would just accept it. He gave her a meaningful, questioning look before taking to the kiss again, before allowing himself to let go.

Moving higher, he traced the clasp of her bra--in the front, accidentally convenient--a silent question. Her body was already driving him to thoughts he usually wouldn't entertain.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-23 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Her fingers at his waist sent all his thoughts straight out of his head. Manipulating the clasp was easy enough for him, and he did it without hesitation once she uttered those words. He had no qualms with taking her right here, in this chair, if she so pleased.

One step at a time, though. Clint pulled their hips flush, pressing against her with little regard for propriety or modesty. He wanted her, and he wanted her to know that. There was little room for questioning that now, now that he was pushing the shirt roughly from her shoulders with one hand, her bra following soon after.]
Edited 2012-05-23 02:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-23 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
There was nothing embarrassing about her gorgeous figure, and he quickly cupped a hand over one of her breasts, gently squeezing. He wanted more, wanted it now, but he settled for grinding back against her. There was a strange stillness, a quiet that echoed in the room and amplified the groan she favored him with.

Lose control, he thought, so he would be able to join her in it.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-23 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright," he breathed, moving to slip her from his lap without disturbing what her hands were doing. He wanted her to pull them off, he wanted whatever she wanted to give him, and he'd give all his attentions back.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he sought her gaze, too aroused by her frantic pace to say anything further.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-23 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Up he went, standing slowly and putting his hands on her shoulders. She was lost in lust, and Clint wanted to see more. He couldn't put his finger on why, couldn't recall when he'd had any sort of desire directed at her, but he wasn't questioning it. She was before him, and she was making him ready to pounce at any moment.

He helped her, pushing down the jeans from his hips, stepping out of them when they hit the floor, pulling her close once again... Everything was a blur. Pressing his hips against her again, he let out a soft groan.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-24 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Shit. He didn't need anything more direct than that to get him tugging her panties down, pulling them off and tossing them aside as they kissed. He slid his tongue against hers, tasted that last remnant of tea on her lips with a satisfied hum.

Here? Now? He could accept it. Shifting his weight, he slipped a hand along the back of her leg, pulling her closer. Then, with a sigh and a quiet chuckle, he pulled them both back into the chair, her on his lap, feeling her wetness against his leg.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-25 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Pulling her close was the first step in what he wanted to do, but her grip on him threw all other thoughts out of his mind. He dug his fingers into the skin of her behind, letting his short nails leave little crescent marks as he groaned. Her touch drove him crazy, even if it seemed hesitant, timid.

Had she even done this before?

He wanted more, wanted everything.
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[personal profile] swissarmybow 2012-05-25 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes fluttered closed at the stroke, his head lolling forward as he sighed. Her touch was so delicate, so light and fleeting, but he was sure she would warm up, would let herself loose. She just had that sort of nature, that kind of an aura about her. There was something passionate and dangerous beneath that sweet exterior, or so he posited.

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