FIC: No Fun-Rthecursor2002August 13 2012, 17:19:04 UTC
Clint wasn't fully aware that there was a hand on his crotch until he looked down and saw that Natasha had put it there. He frowned.
"No."
"Oh, come on."
"We're supposed to be working."
He watched her tilt her head to the side and give their targets a sideways glance. The Ukranian and his girlfriend were still in their hotel room, still having sex like wild animals, totally unaware that they were the subject of SHIELD surveillance.
"I don't think they'll be doing anything that isn't horizontal for a while." He felt her squeeze gently and there was an unavoidable physical reaction, "I think they have the right idea, don't you?"
Clint rolled his eyes. She kept doing this to him. Kept putting him in this situation where he had to prove to her, over and over again, he wasn't attracted to her. That she was just his partner and not his private mental concubine.
He swatted her hand away. Again. "We're working."
"Not hard enough."
"I know what you're trying to do."
"I should hope so, you're a big boy."
"That's not what I mean." Clint gasped in exasperation, "I meant...you know what I meant."
Natasha's hand returned to his crotch, once again giving Clint the world's least subtle come on. "I'm trying to make sure you know what I mean." She purred and Clint felt another unavoidable reaction.
"You think I haven't met girls like you before?"
"There are no girls like me." Natasha crawled out of her chair now, practically curling up into his lap like a tired cat.
He pushed her away, grabbing her shoulders and planting her firmly back in her own chair. Then Clint put his response in plain, easy to hear English: "No."
Re: FIC: No Fun-RnotajingoistAugust 14 2012, 01:55:04 UTC
ahahahah i loved this. totally hot, and despite the title, so much fun. kind of want to see more of natasha's increasingly persistent advances and clint's slowly breaking resistance.
"No."
"Oh, come on."
"We're supposed to be working."
He watched her tilt her head to the side and give their targets a sideways glance. The Ukranian and his girlfriend were still in their hotel room, still having sex like wild animals, totally unaware that they were the subject of SHIELD surveillance.
"I don't think they'll be doing anything that isn't horizontal for a while." He felt her squeeze gently and there was an unavoidable physical reaction, "I think they have the right idea, don't you?"
Clint rolled his eyes. She kept doing this to him. Kept putting him in this situation where he had to prove to her, over and over again, he wasn't attracted to her. That she was just his partner and not his private mental concubine.
He swatted her hand away. Again. "We're working."
"Not hard enough."
"I know what you're trying to do."
"I should hope so, you're a big boy."
"That's not what I mean." Clint gasped in exasperation, "I meant...you know what I meant."
Natasha's hand returned to his crotch, once again giving Clint the world's least subtle come on. "I'm trying to make sure you know what I mean." She purred and Clint felt another unavoidable reaction.
"You think I haven't met girls like you before?"
"There are no girls like me." Natasha crawled out of her chair now, practically curling up into his lap like a tired cat.
He pushed her away, grabbing her shoulders and planting her firmly back in her own chair. Then Clint put his response in plain, easy to hear English: "No."
Natasha pouted.
The End
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