fic snippit encouraged by the Highly Problematic Post About Kissing
So I already had some of this in mind before this post came about. I probably would have had this done sooner, but life has been a beyatch this past week. *sigh*
Anyhoo, this bit of kissage is just a snippit of an as yet unnamed Clint/Nat fic I'm working on that is a follow-up to the promptathon fic I wrote, "In from the Cold".
To situate y'all in this, Clint & Nat are on their first mission together playing lovers. They're in Budapest (surprise, surprise ;) at a ball to meet up with a contact, and when they're leaving the ball Nat sees an old associate Yuri who would not be very happy to see her again. She drags Clint down what ends up being a dead end hallway, and, well, guess what she decides to do to hide herself from Yuri. ;) Oh, and in my head cannon Clint & Nat don't necessarily play nice early on in their working relationship.
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Natasha moved closer and angled them so that Clint would be hiding her, but allowing her the ability to see some of the other corridor where Yuri would be passing by. She pressed her body against his and took his head in her hands, leaning in to brush her lips lightly across his. This time he wasn’t as surprised by the embrace, but neither was he responding quite in the way a lover would, or at least not the passionate, jealous one that he was supposed to be playing. His hands were simply at her waist; no groping, nothing. Not even some hip action. And he was barely kissing her back as she laid teasing kisses on his lips. Either he was severely out of practice for making out or he was doing this to piss her off. And it certainly was working because his lack of reaction was annoying the hell out of her.
She moved her lips to his left cheek and down to his jaw line, placing gentle kisses as she made her way toward his ear. "Play. The. Fucking. Part," she whispered angrily, each word punctuated with a kiss.
Natasha felt him tense momentarily and half expected him to push her off, telling her to deal with Yuri on her own and that he was done helping to protect her. But instead Clint walked her backward, effectively pushing her up against the wall. She returned her gaze to his face and saw that darkly intense expression of earlier that had made her entire body tingle. She barely had time to react when he quickly brought his lips down on hers, kissing her hard enough to bruise. His hands slid around to her back, pulling her slightly off the wall and even more flush against him. His left hand eased up her back until he grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back enough to separate their lips. She groaned a little, not entirely acting disappointed at the lack of kissing. He took her lower lip between his teeth, biting it a little, and then pulled at it before releasing it.
She breathed hard, looking deep into his eyes. Natasha saw control there, which surprised her, but also the desire she remembered from their first meeting, a feeling she still shared with him. Her body ached to satiate that need, and he seemed to be feeling the same way if the growing bulge pressing against her abdomen was any indication.
Clint yanked a little harder on her hair and forced her to expose the left side of her neck to him. He placed quick kisses down her neck, and when he reached the curve of her neck, he nipped at the skin there, pulling it up. He closed his lips around the area and gently sucked it, teasing with his tongue.
Natasha let out little gasps of genuine pleasure at the alternating biting and sucking. Flushes of warmth washed over her body the more he nibbled at her neck and she found herself lost in the moment, not wanting it to end. She gently thrust her hips in counterpoint to his movements, grasping his head with her hands and stroking it encouragingly.
After what seemed like no time since he started, he placed a final kiss on her neck, loosening his grip on her hair at the same time. She moaned in disappointment and she felt Clint smile as he kissed her cheek, right below her ear.
He nuzzled her neck and whispered, "Work for you?"
Natasha didn't miss the amusement in his tone. She thrust her hips harder against his, feeling the ever-present erection and making him gasp at the extra pressure she caused.
She smirked at Clint's reaction. "Seems to have worked for you," she threw back sarcastically, her voice rough in his ear.
Anyhoo, this bit of kissage is just a snippit of an as yet unnamed Clint/Nat fic I'm working on that is a follow-up to the promptathon fic I wrote, "In from the Cold".
To situate y'all in this, Clint & Nat are on their first mission together playing lovers. They're in Budapest (surprise, surprise ;) at a ball to meet up with a contact, and when they're leaving the ball Nat sees an old associate Yuri who would not be very happy to see her again. She drags Clint down what ends up being a dead end hallway, and, well, guess what she decides to do to hide herself from Yuri. ;) Oh, and in my head cannon Clint & Nat don't necessarily play nice early on in their working relationship.
~*~
Natasha moved closer and angled them so that Clint would be hiding her, but allowing her the ability to see some of the other corridor where Yuri would be passing by. She pressed her body against his and took his head in her hands, leaning in to brush her lips lightly across his. This time he wasn’t as surprised by the embrace, but neither was he responding quite in the way a lover would, or at least not the passionate, jealous one that he was supposed to be playing. His hands were simply at her waist; no groping, nothing. Not even some hip action. And he was barely kissing her back as she laid teasing kisses on his lips. Either he was severely out of practice for making out or he was doing this to piss her off. And it certainly was working because his lack of reaction was annoying the hell out of her.
She moved her lips to his left cheek and down to his jaw line, placing gentle kisses as she made her way toward his ear. "Play. The. Fucking. Part," she whispered angrily, each word punctuated with a kiss.
Natasha felt him tense momentarily and half expected him to push her off, telling her to deal with Yuri on her own and that he was done helping to protect her. But instead Clint walked her backward, effectively pushing her up against the wall. She returned her gaze to his face and saw that darkly intense expression of earlier that had made her entire body tingle. She barely had time to react when he quickly brought his lips down on hers, kissing her hard enough to bruise. His hands slid around to her back, pulling her slightly off the wall and even more flush against him. His left hand eased up her back until he grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back enough to separate their lips. She groaned a little, not entirely acting disappointed at the lack of kissing. He took her lower lip between his teeth, biting it a little, and then pulled at it before releasing it.
She breathed hard, looking deep into his eyes. Natasha saw control there, which surprised her, but also the desire she remembered from their first meeting, a feeling she still shared with him. Her body ached to satiate that need, and he seemed to be feeling the same way if the growing bulge pressing against her abdomen was any indication.
Clint yanked a little harder on her hair and forced her to expose the left side of her neck to him. He placed quick kisses down her neck, and when he reached the curve of her neck, he nipped at the skin there, pulling it up. He closed his lips around the area and gently sucked it, teasing with his tongue.
Natasha let out little gasps of genuine pleasure at the alternating biting and sucking. Flushes of warmth washed over her body the more he nibbled at her neck and she found herself lost in the moment, not wanting it to end. She gently thrust her hips in counterpoint to his movements, grasping his head with her hands and stroking it encouragingly.
After what seemed like no time since he started, he placed a final kiss on her neck, loosening his grip on her hair at the same time. She moaned in disappointment and she felt Clint smile as he kissed her cheek, right below her ear.
He nuzzled her neck and whispered, "Work for you?"
Natasha didn't miss the amusement in his tone. She thrust her hips harder against his, feeling the ever-present erection and making him gasp at the extra pressure she caused.
She smirked at Clint's reaction. "Seems to have worked for you," she threw back sarcastically, her voice rough in his ear.