[PSL] Ana and Hawkeye

[undeadgirlwalking]

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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[undeadgirlwalking]

She did enjoy his visits. It was company that was actually alive, he could make her laugh and it was simply... nice to have someone else around.
Leading him through the shelves, she moved up the stairs.

"Oh? Of course. you're always welcome, Clint." Up she went, like nothing was out of the ordinary and she wasn't wearing his shirt. She flashed him a smile.

"Want some tea?"

[swissarmybow]

Unused to civilian gear, he looked a bit uncomfortable in his skin, quite the opposite of the apparently ever-comfortable Ana. Her ease and relaxed nature were part of what made him visit when times got rough. She always knew how to get him to relax and stop taking himself seriously for a few minutes. And why take her too seriously today, either?

"Tea's fine. Nice shirt, by the way."

[undeadgirlwalking]

He was always so tense, so serious. It was unhealthy. When she managed to get him to crack a grin, Ana always felt a proud little thrill. He had a nice smile, he had a great laugh... Amongst other things she couldn't help but notice.

"Oh? Ah... Thanks. Don't think it's mine though." She said as she reached the landing, moving through her open area living room to her kitchen.

[swissarmybow]

Following her down this now-familiar path, he inhaled the scent of old and new books and let himself finally begin to truly relax. He took a seat, as he always did, in the most comfortable place he could find.

"No, it's mine," he responded, finally cracking a soft smile.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Which was the plush day couch. He'd slept there more than once, as had she. It was the newest bit of furniture in the whole building asidde from her fridge.

His comment made her stop. Ana looked down at the cotton shirt with a frown.

"Is it? Oops." She made a sheepish smile. "I'll get it cleaned for you tomorrow if you want." Now back to that tea.

[swissarmybow]

"It looks good on you." He hoped it sounded as breezy and nonchalant coming out of his mouth as it did in his head. His train of thought was slightly elsewhere, but being tactful with a moderately kind young lady was always a good idea.

"Don't worry about it. You can keep it. I can count the number of times I've worn it on one hand."

[undeadgirlwalking]

Don't mind the sudden clatter of ceramic against benchtop. She's just... gonna clear her throat awkwardly and turn back to the kettle.
"Ah, thanks, Clint."

She chanced a peek over one shoulder. He looked a bit distracted. Filling the kettle with water, she set it to boil.

"You sure? It's a nice shirt." She hasn't noticed how one button's come undone giving him a lovely peek at deep green lace that could very well belong to a bra.

[swissarmybow]

Oh, shit. He hadn't meant to make it awkward. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he--he noticed the lace. And he had to blink to make sure he wasn't imagining it.

Yes, she can keep it as long as she likes.

"I'm sure," he answered, coughing quietly.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Not so much awkward as bashful.

"Well.. I'll make sure to wear it then." It was a nice shirt and damn if he didn't look gorgeous in it. As the kettle boiled, Ana fiddled with the mugs, looking at him through her bangs. She did find him handsome, she did enjoy his company... And he'd appeared more than once her in thoughts. Sometimes well dressed and sometimes in nothing at all.

"Everything cool over there?"

[swissarmybow]

"Maybe you could toss on a pair of shorts. It's distracting like that."

Distracting? Not exactly the right thing to say, but he ran with it.

"If customers come in, they won't be looking at the books."

...Not smooth, but truthful. And he was ever so fond of being blunt and straightforward. It just made life easier. She looked good, and she looked better in that. Why not tell her?

[undeadgirlwalking]

Distracting. That's... new. Ana gave a small smile.

"Who said I wore this to work?" She said, the words coming out almost like a purr. She'd only put it on once it'd gotten dark after her shower.

The kettle clicked and she moved to pour the water into the pot. Collecting the pot and mugs, she walked towards the low living room table and and set them down, giving hm another accidental flash of her bra.

Straightening she looked down at him.

"Am I distracting you Mr Barton?"

[swissarmybow]

Unknown territory. He'd bantered with her before, and sure, maybe he'd insinuated that he found her attractive, but he'd never been... Well, this. Was he supposed to admit how attracted he was? He didn't want her involved with his life, didn't want to let her know how many times fellow agents had checked up on her, or how many knew her exact schedule.

Hopefully it wouldn't lead anywhere.

"From tea?"

[undeadgirlwalking]

Ana was a little uncertain herself. She wanted him, but she'd have to tell him all her secrets sooner or later if it got at all serious and how would he react then? Wasn't every day you found out that the person you were with was as much part of the dark as any monster.

She shrugged. "From anything."

[swissarmybow]

"Yeah," he answered, ignoring the tea for the moment. "I'm distracted."

A little smile bloomed again, unbidden, almost more a smirk than anything else. So what if he got a little closer to her? What if he took some time out from being a solider and a superhero and enjoyed himself?

And with her, too, as calming and soothing as her company was, it might be nice.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Ana couldn't help but smile back and bolstered by his compliments and how wearing his shirt made her feel, Ana moved around the table to stand before him, one hand reaching to lightly lay over one shoulder.

"Is that a bad thing, Mr Barton?" She asked, voice coy.

[swissarmybow]

He settled down into the chair more, relaxing his posture as he smiled up at her, this time a full-blown, genuine smile. He had little use for pretending, at this point.

"I'd say," he began, reaching up to brush the backs of his fingers against her arm. "It's a good thing I'm not asking for my shirt back."

[undeadgirlwalking]

Ana gave him a grin, a little shy but warm. It was always a good thing to see that smile of his, something honest. She shifted to stand over one of of his legs, straddling without touching.

"A very good thing, Mr Barton." She said and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Because underneath this... I'm just wearing some very nice underwear."

[swissarmybow]

Unexpected, but welcomed. Emboldened by her shift in tone and position, he put a hand on her hip. With a moment's hesitation, he turned his head toward her.

"You're coming on to me, Ana?"

Maybe he'd thought about it, maybe he'd entertained the idea, but he'd never act on it. He'd never even kissed her, let alone attempted to touch her. Things just took a turn for the interesting.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Her eyes close at the simple touch on her hand. That was nice, Clint. Keep doing that.

Opening them again she gave him a look of coy surprise.

"Now, Mr Barton why would I ever do a thing like that?"

A moment later the expression shifted to something almost challenging.

[swissarmybow]

His fingers curled around the curve of her hip.

"I was hoping you'd tell me." Preferably with more of what she was already doing, maybe something extra, maybe just going ahead and--

One eyebrow curved upward, and he fixed his sharp gaze on her lips.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Mmm very good, Clint. More of that please.

"I have my reasons." She said leaning forward catching his gaze and giving a slight smile.

She sank down to straddle his leg and moved her her to brush over his jaw.

"They're very good reasons." She breathed and pressed her lips to his.

[swissarmybow]

Once their lips met, he decided he liked her reasons. The kiss was slow, sweet in its own way, and almost uncomfortable for Clint. How long had it been since he'd done anything like this? Being a SHIELD agent was more than a full-time job. Romance or anything associated with it wasn't going to happen.

But now, here he was, a beautiful young lady on his lap and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Instinct and the beginnings of intense desire led him to pull her a bit closer.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Ana was nervous as hell, but he was kisisng her back, pulling her close. It was enough to settle her nerves. She shifted, not breaking the kiss, lifting herself to strtaddle his lap, keeping just enough distance between them to keep things... Tame. For now.

Ana deepend the kiss, head tilting as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her finger tips playing along the back of his neck.

[swissarmybow]

Tame was good, tame was fine. The closeness was somehow enjoyable for the loner, and he suspected, perhaps, that he'd gone solo for too long. The stress built up in his stomach, the grown-up and too-serious version of butterflies that more closely resembled a knot, but the tension started to melt out of his body as he lazily looped his arms around her lower back.

He knew he should leave. He knew he should walk away. He just didn't want to. The way he returned her kiss grew a little bolder, as if to announce that he wasn't going anywhere.

[undeadgirlwalking]

She felt warm, heat rising to give her pale face some flushed colour and she felt relaxed smiling into the kiss.

He wasn't leaving. This was good, Ana wasn't sure what she would have done if her left now. Her fingers trailed up into his hair, her other hand playing lazily over his shoulder, content now to just touch. It'd been while, a long while, since she'd kissed and been kissed.