[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]

Position adjusted, Ana picked up the pace, holding onto him for leverage. The angle was perfect, Clint stroking all the right spots; it was enough to make her moan.

Leaning foreward, she brushed a kiss over his neck, moving up to his jaw.

"Good?"

[swissarmybow]

"Yeah." And he tipped his head to the side, welcoming her lips as much as he welcomed the way her body was moving against him. She was good at reading him, as usual.

He groaned again, taking a deep breath and letting his natural instincts take over. There was no shortage of motion and friction between them, his body responding to hers quickly and easily.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Ana was starting to wind tight, short needy whimpers coming with every breath. She kissed him, teeth scraping at his lips, fingers dragging through his hair.

She echoed his groan, the sound of him sending a jolt of heat through her. It wasn't far off now, she could taste her climax coming but by gods she never wanted it to end.

[swissarmybow]

He relaxed more into the couch, shifting his hips and giving her just enough room to go a little deeper. The whimpers were ringing in his ears, echoing his own low grunts as they moved.

He messily kissed back, all his attention focused on their hips, on their pleasure.

"Close..."

He broke the kiss and let his head loll back as he approached his own climax.

[undeadgirlwalking]

Ana gave a throaty groan, shivering as her body got closer to it's release. Her hand falls from his shoulder, slippping between them, her fingers fumbling for her clit.

"Yes..." Her breath was catching, her soft whines growing louder. "C-Clint... Please." Just a little more, just a little further.