FIC: The Breath Before
Title: The Breath Before
Author: stars_inthe_sky
Characters/Pairing: Bobbi Morse/Clint Barton
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1,820
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one!
Warnings: Ignores Age of Ultron.
Summary: So let’s make this physical / I won't treat you like you're oh-so-typical Hawkeye and Mockingbird tackle interagency relations, and each other.
Excerpt: “If anybody asks,” Clint whispers, breath hot against her neck and his hands tangled in her hair. “Tell S.H.I.E.L.D. that everyone’s sixth-favorite Avenger says you’re doing a great job with this liaison thing.”
Bobbi laughs heartily and pulls his face toward hers. “If anyone asks you, make sure you tell them that I don’t normally tackle interagency relations quite so literally.”
They both pause to look down at his jeans, which are pooled around his ankles above his boots. Her pants are undone, and the open belt buckle clinks as her hips shift closer to his. She misjudges the angle, though, and he yelps as the buckle pokes into his thigh. “Well…lucky me.”
Bobbi bites back more laughter, and Clint just rolls his eyes and yanks her khakis down to match his, but the skinny fit means the fabric gets stuck around her knees. She giggles as he realizes this and dodges his hands to jump back a half-step and fall onto his bed.
@ AO3
Author: stars_inthe_sky
Characters/Pairing: Bobbi Morse/Clint Barton
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1,820
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one!
Warnings: Ignores Age of Ultron.
Summary: So let’s make this physical / I won't treat you like you're oh-so-typical Hawkeye and Mockingbird tackle interagency relations, and each other.
Excerpt: “If anybody asks,” Clint whispers, breath hot against her neck and his hands tangled in her hair. “Tell S.H.I.E.L.D. that everyone’s sixth-favorite Avenger says you’re doing a great job with this liaison thing.”
Bobbi laughs heartily and pulls his face toward hers. “If anyone asks you, make sure you tell them that I don’t normally tackle interagency relations quite so literally.”
They both pause to look down at his jeans, which are pooled around his ankles above his boots. Her pants are undone, and the open belt buckle clinks as her hips shift closer to his. She misjudges the angle, though, and he yelps as the buckle pokes into his thigh. “Well…lucky me.”
Bobbi bites back more laughter, and Clint just rolls his eyes and yanks her khakis down to match his, but the skinny fit means the fabric gets stuck around her knees. She giggles as he realizes this and dodges his hands to jump back a half-step and fall onto his bed.
@ AO3