Not Even Nick Fury Goes Against the Psych Department
Title: Not Even Nick Fury Goes Against the Psych Department
Chapter Two: Poolside Fantasies and First Glimpses
Universe: something like the Marvel Universe, leaning mostly toward the Movie!Avengers branch.
Pairings: Clint Barton/Alex Quinn, Phil Coulson/Miri Grant
Rating: this one is going to be dirty. because there will be lots of sex.
Warnings: language and not much else.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters contained herein are the property of Marvel and whoever the hell else owns them. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture.
Summary: Letters sent to Director Fury from the Psych department and the medical staff prompt the man to hold an unusual intervention with four of his agents.
Author's Notes: this was originally meant to give me an excuse to have Alex and Miri go kick ass again. but then dirty smutty bunnies bit and wouldn't let go. and here we are.
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Phil was distracted from the relaxed laughter echoing around the bungalows' grounds over the splashing in the pool by a muttered curse. Glancing over, he saw Barton's eyes pinned to the broad expanse of glass that made up the ocean facing wall of the bungalow's kitchen and the two figures playing in the pool. The man's hands were curled around the edge of the cabinet before him and tension ran through his shoulders. "Something troubling you, Clint?"
It looked like it was a physical effort to drag himself away from the view the glass panels offered, but Clint eventually turned to face Phil. He wore an expression that suggested he'd been thinking about something quite intently. Phil had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was. "Sort of?" the man answered, obviously unsure about it.
"Alex and Miri?" Phil guessed without really having to guess.
"Am I that obvious?"
"Not really. But you obviously had no clue such events had occurred. So it makes sense that you'd be dwelling on it," Phil replied. Clint gave him a look that begged for an explanation. "It was a mission. While I can't divulge all of the particulars, I can say that their cover would have been blown had they not pretended to be more than platonic girlfriends. The incident was, all things considered, fairly tame. Kissing and caressing. Nothing more. But it was enough to fool several individuals and kept them both from being discovered and injured. Or worse."
"I... Are we talking about the same Alex Quinn? Because I've never seen anything that would point to Lexi being interested in other women." Clint sighed and shook his head. "I mean, given the way I know she was brought up, I'm surprised she's as open as she is about some things. But this... I think part of her is still caught up in what the church taught her and what her mother expects of her. So this is... shocking."
There were times that Phil looked at the people he worked with and saw what the job had done to them, what they'd become because of the events that surrounded their lives. Some people turned hard and cold, never let anything or anyone touch them. Those were the people who died fast and in grisly ways. There were some who learned early on how to mask their emotions and hide the small child away from the rest of the world. They lived and died for the job, often times going insane and taking several others out with them. Then there were some who were capable of compartmentalizing their role within the company and the life they lived when they took their suit off. Clint was one of those people.
On the exterior, and on the job, Barton was all hard edges and cold confidence. He knew what he was capable of and the world was slotted into neat little boxes in his head. Nothing shook him, his mind always working to measure the situation, to plan and adjust for any minute change. Any shift in the wind had to be accounted for. So Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye, always knew where he stood. He was comfortable and confident in some of the most harrowing situations any human being could ever think to find themselves a part of.
But when you took the bow or the gun out of the man's hand, he was a completely different person. There were obvious insecurities and minor problems that threw him off. Most of those problems in recent years came in the form of Alexis Quinn. Barton had been chasing her for years before she'd clued in to his desires. Even then, she hadn't made it easy for him. She was terrible at intimacy because, like him, she tended to fall in love with the people she dated. Such traits could bring about terrible heartache. Had actually done so, in her case.
It was amazing that Clint and Alex had lasted this long. When it had come out that they were an item, a betting pool had sprung up. Odds were in favor of the two going up in flames in a spectacular way. Phil had bet against their relationship ending, because it was something both needed. An anchor to keep them both firmly in the world. And, despite their obviously volatile personalities, they were good for one another. They were solid as a rock.
Except, apparently they weren't.
Phil decided to choose his words carefully and hoped that Clint caught the hidden meaning in them. "We all have parts of us that we keep locked away. Either because we are afraid to share or because we don't know how to share. It doesn't really change who we are. It only adds another interesting facet to our personalities."
Clint stared at him for a long time. Phil could see by his expression that Clint was turning things over carefully, giving proper consideration to Phil's words. Another round of laughter saw his gaze flicking toward the pool beyond the windows. "She should know by now that she can tell me anything. I'd like to think we've been together long enough that she realizes there is nothing we cannot discuss."
"Have you ever spoken to her about what this relationship means? To both of you?" Phil asked.
"Have you ever tried to talk to Alex about anything personal?" Clint rejoined. Phil couldn't help the smile that tugged the corners of his mouth up. He understood exactly what Clint was talking about. After a last look at the pool, he turned back to Phil. "I've never really seen a need. We've been happy with one another. And Alex never let on that she was even interested in anyone else. She kind of just dedicated herself to me, to us, and there was never a reason to even think she might consider women attractive in a sexual way."
More laughter echoed through the yard, both Alex and Miri this time. It drew their attention to the wall of windows. The two women were having a splash war, their hands moving in a blur as they shoved waves of water toward one another. They were soaked, hair clinging to their heads and shoulders and flinging droplets of pool water everywhere when they whipped their heads around. "I suppose, if she was going to be attracted to anyone, Miri would be the way to go. Proves she's got good taste."
There was a hint of wistfulness in the man's voice that Phil didn't think Clint had meant to let show. It started him thinking, sent his mind spiraling down pathways that were dark and possibly dangerous. But the end result made so much sense, he was surprised he hadn't thought of it before. Phil decided to take a chance and see where things would go. "Yes. Miri is quite a beautiful woman, isn't she?"
"Beautiful? She's fucking hot. You know, when she and Alex were first teamed up, there was a rumor floating around that they were sleeping with one another. I figured out early on that it wasn't true, but the images that rumor put in my head made for some seriously hot jerk off sessions."
There was open honesty and raw desire in Clint's voice. Phil chuffed a faint laugh and watched as Alex surged forward to shove Miri's head underwater. Only a couple seconds later, Alex was pulled beneath the surface and Miri came up for air. Much as he hated to admit it, they'd needed this. He was going to have to remember to thank Nick for this. He couldn't remember the last time Miri had been this relaxed. "You know, earlier," Clint began, breaking into Phil's thoughts. "When you licked that drop of water off Miri's stomach..." The man's voice faded, as if in embarrassment. A glance showed Phil that there was a hint of color in Barton's cheeks.
"It turned you on," Phil stated quietly.
"Alex thinks it embarrasses me that you and Miri are having sex. It doesn't. It... Fuck, is she always that responsive?" He was changing the subject, avoiding whatever he'd been about to say. Phil let him, figuring that Clint would finally spit it out when he was ready.
"Yes. She's always that responsive. Miri has the most sensitive skin and the slightest touch brings up gooseflesh. If I blow air across her breasts, her nipples tighten up so quickly," Phil admitted. Clint couldn't quite stifle the groan that confession brought to life.
"You're killing me here, Phil. Because I would murder people to see that," Clint replied, his words coming out as a low moan of need.
Phil chuckled softly. "I wasn't aware you were so captivated by Miri, Clint."
"It isn't just Miri that..." Clint began, only to stop and shake his head. He was close to spitting it all out. Phil just had to be patient.
"If you want to see something like that, you're going to have to get Miri's permission before attempting it. And likely Alex's, as well, because I can't see her--"
"No. I don't want to do it. I want to see you do it to her. Because, holy fuck! You two are so hot together and it just makes my..." Most of the words tumbled out so rapidly, Phil suspected that Clint didn't know what he was saying. By the time he'd caught himself, it was already too late.
"Alex doesn't know, does she?" Phil asked. Clint stared at him, face an agonized mix of need and incomprehension. Phil smiled and charged into it head first. "Alex doesn't know that you're bi. She's always seen your hesitance as discomfort. So you've let the idea grow because you didn't think she'd understand if you told her that you are bisexual."
"You are too damned perceptive for your own good some days, Coulson," Clint replied. Phil smiled.
"You aren't the only one who can see all the minute details and put them together to paint a broader picture," Phil said with a shrug and silently considered his next words. Clint eyed him expectantly, obviously capable of reading something in Phil's expression.
Of course he and Miri had spoken at length about such things as their own sexualities. Phil had always found a certain kind of man attractive. In the early years, he'd simply written it off as mild infatuation. But it had been sparse, coming and going like the winter snows and often lasting just as long. It had taken him quite some time to realize that he was more than just attracted to a good looking man. There had been a few encounters, but they'd been very few. He'd quickly realized that it had to be the right man. And that, despite his attraction to other men, he would always find more appeal in the delicate curve of a woman's calf and the full swell of her breasts. He liked women. And he'd been content with that knowledge for quite some time. Especially after engaging in a relationship with Miri.
But that had changed about the time Miri and Alex had gone on that mission. The moment she'd started explaining the adlibbing done while undercover, Phil had first started thinking about what it would be like to watch Alex and Miri together, to see the gradual progression from merely friends to that something more that would no doubt result in allowing them to give in to their carnal inclinations. And he could admit that he found Clint to be the right kind of appealing. It was a combination of his amazing abilities and his single-minded attention to detail whilst in the field as well as his rugged good looks. The man had amazing arms and an ass that didn't quit. He'd never thought he'd ever have opportunity to act on his feelings.
Until now.
"I know for a fact, Clint, that Miri finds you as appealing as you do her. There may be a way to make wants and desires fact instead of fantasy," Phil offered, careful as to how he phrased things. His words snagged Clint's attention and saw the man looking at him fully.
"What are you suggesting, Phil?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest. Phil allowed himself a moment to just look and admire. Clint saw what he was doing right away and maybe flexed just a little.
"I'm not suggesting anything, Clint. What I'm saying is that Miri and I have often discussed spicing up our sex life. Not because its boring, but because there are some kinds of zest that one can't add without doing something out of the usual," Phil told him. "I would be willing to... share Miri with you. And with Alex."
"Share? As in swap partners? Just the girls, or..." Clint trailed off deliberately.
"Well, if it worked, I was thinking we could make it a foursome." Clint didn't even bat an eyelash at that. Phil felt it was encouragement to go on. "It would be mostly dependant upon how Alex reacted to the suggestion. But there won't be a better time or place to make such discoveries and determinations."
Clint blinked at him, obviously still trying to take in everything Phil had said. He wasn't sure if the other man was considering whether or not propositioning his girlfriend was the wisest course of action or if he should save himself some pain and just let the idea go. "How about this? Let's let the night wind down and see how it all plays out. If Alex gives indication that she'd be willing and open to experimenting, we'll move forward. If she doesn't display any signs of interest, we'll pretend that our conversation never happened."
Barton was considering it. Phil could tell by the way the man stared at him and yet stared right through him. He was weighing all of the negatives and the positives, trying to decide if attempting something like this would be in his best interests. Eventually, his gaze slid to the window one last time, going immediately to where Alex and Miri still splashed in the pool. Phil saw it the moment he made his decision, saw how the man's shoulders evened out as the tension drained from him. "Deal."
"Excellent. Now, let's gather up the drinks and join them in the pool."
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"Damn it, Alex! Stop splashing water in my face!" Miri ordered, but it was less forceful than she'd intended simply because she was laughing too hard to sound serious. Alex laughed with her, hands playfully shoving water at her as rapidly as possible. Miri splashed back, but it was hard to tell if she ever hit her target because there was always water dripping into her eyes.
"Quit grabbing my boobs and I'll quit splashing water in your face," Alex shot back. Her words were followed by another arc of water. And more laughter. Any other time and Miri might have taken offense to Alex's aquatic assault, but she was relaxed and warm with alcohol. Not too much. Just enough to keep the tension from finding a way back in.
It was a beautiful night, the sky dark and low, with twinkling stars that were never this bright in the city. The smell of the ocean still drifted in on the breeze, the faint tang of salt mingling with the overpoweringly sweet scent of tropical flowers. They'd decided to take a swim as a way to end the night. The pool water was the perfect temperature, underwater lights shining out into the clear liquid from both ends. Alex was in a purple two piece while Miri had chosen a vibrant emerald green bikini. They were as relaxed as Miri had ever known them to be.
She was well aware of the patio door sliding closed, signaling the return of the men. Their trip inside of grab fresh drinks had taken longer than necessary, leading her to believe that Phil had had a conversation with Clint about something. She suspected she knew what that something was but she couldn't look to Phil to confirm it just yet because she was sure that Alex wasn't fully aware of their audience. She wasn't sure what the other woman would do if she knew they were being watched. Miri didn't want to see her shut herself down.
Miri was pulled from her thoughts when another spray of water hit her in the face. She sputtered and reached up to try and wipe the water from her eyes. "Hey! Quit that!"
"You grabbed my boob! Suffer the consequences!" Alex shot back. Her hands made ready to shove more water Miri's way.
"Well how about I kiss it and make it better? Is that what you want me to do?" she asked sweetly.
Alex stared at her for the longest time, eyes a dark green and heavily lidded. She looked like she was allowing herself to be seduced, like she was ready to sprawl on her back and let Miri do whatever she wanted. A shiver traced down her spine as heat boiled under her skin. Finally, Alex tipped her head to the side and gave Miri a knowing smirk. "I'll think about it."
Miri reached out and took hold of Alex's arms, pushed her backward until her spine collided with the tiled side of the pool. She inched closer, the swell of her breasts just brushing Alex's. She slid a knee between her friend's thighs. Stopped her leg before the muscled length of her thigh pressed against sensitive flesh. Leaned in until there was only a breath of air between their mouths. She saw the heat blossom in Alex's eyes. Saw her lick her lips in anticipation. Miri's breath ghosted over the curve of her lower lip. "Tease."
She felt Alex shudder. Then she pushed off before anything else could happen.
"Fucking hell," Clint muttered. Alex blinked slowly before turning to look at him. There was no missing that he was half hard and working on finishing it off. Miri was positive that he was really turned on by what he'd seen. She watched as the two stared at each other for a short while, then Alex's gaze slid back toward her and Miri saw something pass through them.
"Put the drinks down, Barton, and get in here with me," Alex ordered, voice soft and husky with need. Clint said nothing, merely moved to the nearest table and deposited the drinks on it. He covered the distance between where he stood and the edge of the pool in three long strides and dove into the pool. He swam under the surface to come up right in front of Alex. She sent a look Miri's way before wrapping herself around the man and swooping in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Clint looked dazed. Alex shot Miri a smug. "Too late now. Besides, I don't know if Clint's willing to share or anything."
Miri looked at Clint, saw the glint in his eye as he glanced from Alex to herself and back. "Oh, I bet you'd be surprised. He looks pretty content with that idea. What do you say, Clint? Willing to share Alex with me?"
The look Clint gave her suggested he was choking on his own tongue. But before he was forced to find words, Phil joined them in the pool and came to his rescue. "What if I don't want to share, Miri?" he asked as his arms slid around her from behind. She smiled and leaned back into him, relished the heat of his chest against her spine. His mouth found her ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. "Slowly, my love. Slowly. Alex is more than curious. We need to play our cards right. So perhaps we should let her see what she'd be getting if she said yes?"
"I'll follow your lead," she replied softly, ready to turn in his arms.
"No. Stay face forward. I have a plan," Phil instructed. She nodded and let her gaze drift over to where Alex still stood wrapped in Clint's arms. They were watching her and Phil closely, waiting to see what they planned on doing. Miri considered smiling wickedly at them. But that thought rushed right out of her head when Phil's hands shifted and crept up until they were above water and gliding gently over the expanse of skin exposed above the emerald green of her bikini top.
The world kind of tilted sideways, leaving her trusting in Phil's ability to keep her from slipping under the surface and drowning. His hands were like magic, mapping each and every spot that drew a soft gasp or elicited a shiver from her. He moved them in small circles, let them drift up to stroke her neck and let them slide down to tease the swell of her breasts. It was enough to bring her flesh up into goose bumps and drive a shudder down her spine. Even without realizing she was doing it, she found herself leaning further back into him until her arms were hooked over his and her head was tipped back on his shoulder.
Another ghost of a touch brought a moan up her throat. She was vaguely aware of noise from the other side of the pool, but it was pushed away with the feel of Phil's hand sliding down over a breast, his arm barely brushing it, and her abdomen. That hand came to a rest on the edge of her bikini bottoms, fingers teasing at the waist for a few moments before dipping between the stretchy fabric and her skin. Her breath hitched in her throat for a few seconds, then a moan slid out to paint the night air with the sounds of her pleasure.
"You need to get out of the pool. I can't see anything" Alex's voice cut across the short distance, husky with need and miles away. Phil's hands retreated. Miri opened her eyes. Alex had turned in Clint's embrace so that she could fully enjoy the show Miri and Phil were putting on. Miri could see that her back was arched away from Clint's chest. That meant that her ass was pressed up against his groin. Clint's hands rested just under the bottom band of Alex's bikini top, suggesting that maybe he'd been copping a feel of his own.
The water shifted slightly around them and Clint groaned, his eyes sliding shut. "Lexi, come on. You're killing me."
"It looks like you're as big as tease as Miri is," she returned and squirmed her hips just a little bit. His hands shifted and tightened down on her hips in a vain effort to still her motions.
"Miri's a big tease, is she?" Clint asked, taking care to ease Alex away from him. Phil's hand on Miri's arm saw her turning her attention back to him. He inclined his head toward the stairs, indicating she should head in that direction. She went eagerly, Phil a silent presence at her back. Her feet had just hit the deck around the pool when Clint spoke again. "If Miri's such a big tease, why do I get the feeling I'm the only one here who hasn't seen her tits yet?"
She turned to look at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. Her hands were already reaching for the ties. "Well. I wouldn't want you to feel left out."
She was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction upon hearing the soggy scrap of material slap Clint dead on in the face. When she looked at him, he was peeling the material away, his eyes automatically seeking out her bared breasts. She let him look his fill before turning away to join Phil beside one of the lounges scattered around the pool. His hands pulled her in front of him, positioned her so that she faced Alex and Clint where they still stood in the pool. Both of them were watching her, eyes intent and heavy with a weight that she swore physically touched her skin. It sent shivers racing up and down her spine.
Phil pressed a soft kiss to the base of Mir's neck, just where her shoulders met her spine, before allowing his hands to wander across her skin. They barely touched, ghosting over the drops of moisture that still clung in droplets before rolling slowly southward. Miri shivered in anticipation as his hands moved lower, drifted away from her shoulders to the upper swell of her breasts. His touch was feather light as he stroked down and around the sides until he could cup his fingers around them. The moment his thumbs stroked over her nipples, she let go a shamefully loud moan that echoed around the pool area.
"You have no idea how hot this is, Miriam," Phil whispered in her ear, reverting to the formal version of her name. He'd long since stopped using it, with exception of work situations, so it did weird things to hear the full length of her name spoken in a whisper, with all of the heat and desire he felt packed into it. She couldn't help herself. She arched her hips back and rubbed the curves of her ass against his groin. There was an immediate reaction that left her wondering how long it would be before she could sink down over him.
His grip tightened, just a bit, to let her know that she was supposed to behave herself. So she straightened her spine and pulled away from the deliciously hard length of him, let him continue his exploration of her chest and abdomen for Clint and Alex's pleasure. And they were enjoying the show. Both of them stared with ill-concealed hunger in their eyes. It was a look Miri knew, one she could recognized even all the way across a room. She'd had a damned fine teacher.
The evening was about to get much more interesting.
Seconds ticked away into minutes as Phil's hands moved over her skin with sure strokes. Gentle strokes. Firm strokes. The way he touched her shifted from the tenderest of caresses to the sharpest of squeezes that worked to drive her into a fever-pitch. She knew what he was trying to do, knew that this was as much for Alex and Clint's benefit as for her own. But it was so hard to be patient when Phil's hands sought out each and every single sensitive spot she owned. She knew that Phil was going for maximum effect in order to help drive Alex to the place she needed to be in order to make this work. It just wasn't fair because Phil knew what was doing, was terribly adept at bringing her to the very brink of madness. And she was going to have to suffer through it until he achieved his goals.
Heat built up under her skin, flushed her cheeks and made her fingertips tingle with the urge to touch him in return. It was maddening to be unable to return the caresses and the teases he was heaping upon her. Below the heat was the tension, aching and sweet and growing ever tighter. She knew that he was going to work her toward the edge slowly, take her to the very beginnings of the end before drawing back and starting all over again. He was going to kill her. Slowly. With each caress. With each touch. With each breath.
Miri let her eyes fall shut, her last visual that of Alex almost slack in Clint's hold, his hands resting just under her breasts and his thumbs tracing back and forth along their undersides. It was too hard to keep them open, her lids heavy with pleasure and need. She felt more than heard it when Phil chuckled, letting her know that he was well aware of the reaction he was drawing from her. One hand pulled away from her breasts to slide lower. Reached down to cup her through the damp material of her bikini bottom. Her gasp was loud enough to be heard across the pool, was echoed by a throaty moan.
"No fair, Barton," Phil's voice drifted past her ear on a lazy chuckle. "We can't see what you're doing when you're in the pool like that. It would only be right for you to join us up here. Unless Quinn is afraid."
Miri forced herself to open her eyes. Alex was still caught up in Clint's embrace and it appeared that they were standing in much the same position as she and Phil were. Which meant that Clint had one hand between Alex's thighs under the surface of the water. Definitely not fair.
"Fuck you, Coulson," Alex quipped, shooting him a dirty look. Then she glanced up at Clint over her shoulder, no doubt silently questioning whether or not he was up for this. She really had no idea. Not yet, at least. But she was about to learn.
Whatever she saw in Clint's eyes must have convinced her because she took hold of his hand and started toward the steps leading out of the pool. She watched them move, mesmerized by the way Alex's breasts jiggled with each step. Caught up in the sound of the water lapping the tiled sides of the pool and the splashing sounds made by Alex and Clint cutting through the water. Soon enough, they stepped out of the water and into the pool deck. Beads of water raced their way down toned arms and thighs toward the ground, left a trail of footsteps to show the path her friends took as they crossed toward the lounges where Phil had settled them.
Clint chose a lounge that was about three or four feet away from them and mirrored their pose. Alex stood before him, her gaze hungry as it slid up and down Miri's frame. Clint leaned in and put his mouth beside Alex's ear, but his eyes remained focused on Miri and Phil. "I think you're wearing too many clothes, babe," he told her.
Alex addressed her words to Clint but let her gaze shift firmly to Phil behind Miri. "You think Coulson should be allowed to look?"
The question startled Miri. Just a little bit. There was a calculating gleam in Alex's eyes, one Miri had never seen before. In fact, this was an Alex Miri hadn't seen before. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if it was the fact that they were, figuratively speaking, a million miles from any responsibility or if it was a combination of the two. It could have been something else, for all she knew. But it was odd to see a laid back, relaxed Alex Quinn. One who didn't seem to be held back and constrained by the expectations layered upon her head by family history and obligation and a religion she did and didn't believe in anymore. Who didn't worry about what her actions might bring because her job and life depended upon her making the correct decisions. It was oddly liberating. And way too fucking attractive.
This was a glimpse of the real Alex she'd had once, a long time ago, before duty and loss had left their mark on her. Miri found it really fucking hot.
"I don't see any harm in it," Clint replied.
"You think he deserves it?" Alex persisted.
"I think he thinks you're a stuffy little Catholic girl who shrouds her smoking hot body and her sex appeal behind strict morals." It was a goad. A dare. One that they all knew Alex wouldn't let go. Miri knew that her friend disliked people pigeon holing her because of religion.
"Ah. I see," Alex nodded, then let that same calculating gleam land on the man who was, at any other time, her superior. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let him have a peek. But there won't be any touching. I think he's been a bad boy."
It took everything in Miri not to snort a laugh at that. She didn't know just how good Phil was at being bad. But then whether or not Phil was a bad boy was rendered unimportant when Alex's hands reached for the ties to her bikini top. The bottom tie was undone first. When the top tie was pulled free, the wet top dropped to the ground before her. Clint's hands lifted up to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking the sides with slow, sweeping arcs that saw her shiver jut a little bit. Miri felt Phil's hands move until he was mirroring Clint's touches. "Very nice," Phil said, let the words drift across the short distance. His voice was low, laced with his own building need. "Quite lovely, in fact. Don't you think, Miriam?"
Miri nodded her head. "I agree. But I do think she might be cold, Phil. Look at how tight her nipples are."
Alex's nipples were hard peaks topping her breasts and Miri's mouth watered with the need to suck on them. She could feel Phil at her back, his cock hard as stone and ready for her. He obviously enjoyed the sight of Alex's breasts as much as she did. If she had been any other woman, or less assured of her place in Phil's life, she might have taken his reaction to her best friend poorly. But she had long wanted to have a chance at Alex so she wasn't going to blame him for wanting the same thing she did. Alex always played down her looks, seemingly uncomfortable with anyone who suggested she was attractive, but she was beautiful. Maybe not traditionally, but it was there for all to see if they dared look.
"Is she cold, Clint? Her nipples are pretty damned hard. Maybe she needs to be warmed up?" Phil asked the other man.
Clint grinned and let his left hand drop away from her breasts. His right arm tightened around her to keep her from moving as his fingers found their way between her bikini bottom and her body. The wet material clung to his hand as he shifted it back far enough to work a finger into her. Alex shuddered and had to fight to remain on her feet as the archer's skilled fingers slid deep inside her body. "Oh, she's plenty warm. Though I'm sure I could warm her up more."
Alex muttered something at him in German, her voice terse and low. Clint chuckled and responded with something in Russian that Miri was sure he'd picked up from Natasha. Before Alex could say more, the hand not buried in her bikini bottoms rose up so that a finger could flick one of her nipples. Her eyes closed on a soft moan even as her body sagged back into his. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, his gaze locked on Miri and Phil the whole time. Whatever he said produced a series of shivers that raced up and down her spine.
Despite the fact that they were standing out in the open, there was something highly voyeuristic about being only a few feet away and openly ogling what was going on. There had been occasions where Miri and Alex had discussed their sex lives, but never in great detail. So it was slightly unreal to see her friend half naked and cradled so gently in the arms of a man who had spent his career with S.H.I.E.L.D. working as an assassin. And it was arousing to see the way color flooded her cheeks as her passion built, the way her hips moved against his questing hand, the way her nipples responded to each and every touch he lavished on them.
She could have spent the entire night standing there, doing nothing more than watching Clint caress Alex and make love to her. When she let herself go, Alex's face and body could be so terribly expressive. The shape of her lips as Clint kissed her neck invited deep, probing kisses that involved a good deal of tongue. But it wasn't to be, because Phil took that moment to remind her of his presence. It was surprising to realize that she'd been so wrapped up in her friend's pleasure that she'd forgotten about her own.
His hands grazed her sides as they drifted down toward her hips, his fingers stopping at the elastic band that held her bottoms in place. He slipped his fingers under the band. Pushed out and down. The material clung a little before it gave way to his insistence. The bottoms slid down her legs until the garment was pooled at her feet. A light touch saw her lifting her feet so that Phil could fully remove them. She didn't see where he tossed them.
His trip back up was more intriguing. His hands rose up, touch feather light as he let them glide over her skin. At the same time, he pressed hot, moist kisses against the curve of each ass cheek and then on every single vertebrae. He climbed to his feet, kissed his way to her neck, brought his hands up and around so that he could once more take hold of her breasts. Miri moaned, a husky sound that was followed only seconds later by Alex's own soft sound of pleasure.
She pried her eyes open to find that Alex's arms were pulled up and back, hands no doubt clasped behind Clint's head. The position drew her breasts high, showed them off to advantage, and allowed him free access to her torso. Like Phil, his mouth worked at the skin of her throat, teeth no doubt nipping based on the shuddering winces she gave. He still had one hand in her bikini bottoms, fingers moving lazily, while the other paid lazy attention to her breasts and her nipples. Miri thought she could see Alex quivering, eyes closed and mouth parted in the face of his sensual onslaught.
Miri watched him work, focused on him as a way to try and keep from giving in to Phil's tender touches. She was so close to just saying fuck it and taking him off to bed. But that would defeat the entire purpose of the exercise. And, if she was telling the truth, she didn't want to do that. Odd as it was, this was something she wanted to share with her best friend. Alex was family. And for whatever reason, Miri wanted her to be part of this section of her life.
Alex shifted, hips canting back toward Clint's body in an effort to press her ass against his crotch. He stopped her by tightening his fingers around her nipple until she gasped out a sound of pain. Then he whispered in her ear and waited until she'd resumed her regular position before he started up again. His gaze caught Miri's and he offered her a knowing grin. She smiled back and lifted a brow in his direction in question. He seemed to understand what she was trying to convey because he leaned in and put his lips against Alex's ear. A few seconds later, the other woman lifted heavy lids to look across the deck at them.
Miri pulled away from Phil, turned her back on Alex and Clint so that she could face him. One of Phil's brows went up, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. She gave him a sly grin before oh, so slowly sinking to her knees. Her fingers found their way under the waistband of his trunks, hooked the drawstring, and tugged. The material clung wetly to his hips and thighs and it took her a bit of work to get the garment to let go. She made sure to lean down far enough when taking them to the deck that Clint and Alex were both gifted with the sight of his erection.
She took her time helping him out of the trunks, the wet mess left forgotten to the side once they were fully removed, then turned her attention to the thick length of his cock. Miri positioned herself off to the side ever so slightly so that both Alex and Clint would be able to see her hand work up and down the length. So that they clearly caught every single lap of her tongue against his hardened flesh. She let her fingers play over his cock with slow strokes. Every once in a while, she twisted her wrist when she reached the head. Or she'd give it a gentle squeeze. Gentle licks and light nibbles, her teeth barely scraping his skin, accompanied her hand's motions.
A soft hiss of his breath let her know when he'd had enough of her teasing. She took a moment to look over her shoulder. Alex and Clint made a captive audience, both gazes directed toward Phil's groin area. They also made a pretty picture standing as they were. Alex was almost moonlight pale against Clint's tanned skin, her cheeks flushed a healthy pink with need. The royal purple of her bikini bottoms had been worked down far enough to show flashes of dark silk against her flesh. Clint's hand worked her slowly, fingers sliding long and deep in an erratic rhythm that allowed her no chance to build to a fever pitch. Muscles quivered and strained and bunched.
Fuck, it was so erotic.
Seeing the way they enjoyed one another made her eager to have the taste of Phil and the weight of him resting on her tongue. She licked her lips as she shifted her attention back to him, then closed her mouth around him.
Phil tensed at the initial touch of her lips against him. Then the heat of her mouth slid over him and the tension leaked out of him. But only for a moment. As soon as she took him to the back of her throat, swallowed him down and held him there for a second, the tension returned. She felt it in his thighs and in the hands that were curled around her head. Miri drew back slowly, took her time in allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth. Repeated the same only going forward. Made him groan and shudder. She figured that was only fair after he'd been teasing her with soft touches and gentle kisses the whole time.
She might have continued with the slow and steady pace, but Phil's fingers clenched lightly into her hair, a silent message urging her to move faster. She rolled her eyes up to look at him, attempted a grin around his cock, then gave him what he wanted. Normally, his eyes would roll shut in only a second or two. But that didn't happen this time. His gaze stared straight ahead, obviously locked on Alex and Clint. Watching them and gauging their reaction to what they were seeing.
Miri focused her attention on her task, only vaguely aware of the soft sounds around them. There were a few faint bird calls from those nocturnal creatures who were waking for the evening. The soft crash of the waves joined with the night songs, a discordant jumble of noises that somehow still managed to compliment one another perfectly. The rustle of leaves blowing on the gentle breeze added dimension and depth. And then there was the soft murmur of Clint's voice near Alex's ear. The woman's moans and sighs and groans.
She let every single sound wash over her, let each one sweep her up and away. Let them guide her actions. She sucked harder each time she heard Alex make some breathy noise of enjoyment. The hand she had curled at the base of his shaft squeezed when Clint made some sound that she took to be words. And when Phil grunted or groaned... She was pretty certain there would be faint bruises on her scalp come the morning.
Cadence and rhythm were old hat, something she had long since stopped thinking about, when she heard the faint slap of something wet against the deck. It didn't really register with her until Phil's hands dug into her skull with just the right amount of pressure to take painful out of the pleasurable range. She halted her motions and looked up to find Phil studying her intently. "I think you should see this."
His hands were there to help her to her feet, to turn her so that she could get a good look at what was happening with her best friends. Both Alex and Clint were completely naked, his trunks and her bottoms tossed off to the side. The rising moon gilded their skin in silvery light. With her dark hair hanging wet and riotous around her shoulders, Alex looked like some ancient sea goddess freshly climbed from the waves intent upon dragging her latest victim under the surface with her.
Clint turned her in his embrace, presenting Miri with a tantalizing view of both his hard cock and her pert ass. The two of them pressed together so that Clint could kiss her, his hands reaching down to cup her ass. To pull her into him until she was tight against his body. When she was where he wanted her, he wound one arm around her and pinned her at the waist. His free hand lifted up so that it could tangle in her hair. Tug her head back just a bit. Miri wasn't sure how long the kiss went on, but she felt the air leave her lungs in a painful rush when Clint broke them apart. He leaned down to whisper in Alex's ear before loosing her from his hold. She took a wobbly step back, looked at Miri and Phil over her shoulder, then gave a nod of her head.
Miri was lost in the grace of their movements as Clint settled on the lounge behind him. He sat facing Miri and Phil, unabashed by his nakedness. She drank her fill of Clint's cock, for as long as she was able. Then Alex stepped in front of him, her back facing him, and allowed his hands to take hold of her hips.
Watching her lower herself onto Clint's cock was a masterpiece of choreography. She reached between her legs to find his erection, held it while he guided her down onto his lap. Her legs went on either side of his and her hands found his knees after they'd done their duty. Miri stared hungrily as Alex slid down onto Clint's cock, stared in shameless fascination as it disappeared inside of her. When she was finally settled in his lap. Clint widened his legs and pushed Alex's open with them. She gasped, planted her feet, and lifted herself up.
"Isn't that beautiful?" Phil's voice was a husky whisper in her ear, the heat of his body pressed up against hers from behind. Miri knew without looking that Phil was watching as Alex and Clint fell into a slow, languid rhythm that saw her rising up almost completely off of him before he dragged her back down again. The spread of her thighs allowed an unobstructed view of his cock as it glided in and out. Moonlight glittered off the slick wetness that clung to Clint's flesh. Some of Alex's hair hung over her shoulders, obscuring the fullness of her breasts. But it couldn't block the way they bounced with each thrust. And their faces... There was such pleasure splashed across their faces. Miri's body reacted, clenching hard with need. "Should we see if we can match them thrust for thrust?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Miri replied.
He took her hand in his, tugged her back a few steps until he could take a seat on the lounge in a position that mirrored Clint's. And then began their own complicated dance in which she lowered herself down onto his lap, onto his cock, with her back turned to his chest. His hands were there to guide her in her actions, helped her as she took him inside of her. The very first press of his erection into her brought a long moan of pleasure to her lips. He filled her with aching slowness, his hands holding her by the hips tightly so he could control the speed with which she settled down on top of him.
She relished the stretch and burn as he pressed into her and filled her. Took joy in the way her muscled pulled when he spread her legs. Cried out softly in pure pleasure when they found their rhythm.
Miri wanted to close her eyes and ride the sensations that spiraled through her. She didn't, though. She kept her eyes on the couple across from her. Watched as Clint's hands left Alex's hips and moved up to her breasts to cup and fondle them. Watched as he let one hand slide between her legs to play with her clit. Watched, fascinated, as Alex cried out and came with only a few strokes.
And then Phil's hands were mirroring Clint's, touched on her body where Clint's touched on Alex's. She lost the ability to see more than Alex and Clint and allowed herself to rely on her hearing for the rest of the area. The wind rustled through the trees, setting leaves shaking softly against one another. The surf crashed against the beach, a dim and distant roll of thunder in paradise. Birds sang in the shadows. Tires rolled over the road off in the distance. There was a low squeak from the lounges as they moved, the faint gasping breaths and moans that came with pleasure.
And Phil whispered in her ear, soft and sultry and dirty as could be. He told her how hot he found Alex and Clint together. How much he enjoyed watching them fuck. He told her what he imagined it would be like to watch her and Alex together. He told her that he wanted to taste Alex on her lips. He told her that he would love to sit back and watch Clint fuck her, wanted to hear her cry out when he made her come.
And when he finally told her he loved her, when he whispered those three little words in her ear, her world shattered and she took flight and there was nothing else but him and this and the here and now.
She broke apart, like she always did. And Phil used his hands and his mouth and his sexy voice to put her back together again.
Like he always did.
~*~
Chapter Two: Poolside Fantasies and First Glimpses
Universe: something like the Marvel Universe, leaning mostly toward the Movie!Avengers branch.
Pairings: Clint Barton/Alex Quinn, Phil Coulson/Miri Grant
Rating: this one is going to be dirty. because there will be lots of sex.
Warnings: language and not much else.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters contained herein are the property of Marvel and whoever the hell else owns them. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture.
Summary: Letters sent to Director Fury from the Psych department and the medical staff prompt the man to hold an unusual intervention with four of his agents.
Author's Notes: this was originally meant to give me an excuse to have Alex and Miri go kick ass again. but then dirty smutty bunnies bit and wouldn't let go. and here we are.
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Phil was distracted from the relaxed laughter echoing around the bungalows' grounds over the splashing in the pool by a muttered curse. Glancing over, he saw Barton's eyes pinned to the broad expanse of glass that made up the ocean facing wall of the bungalow's kitchen and the two figures playing in the pool. The man's hands were curled around the edge of the cabinet before him and tension ran through his shoulders. "Something troubling you, Clint?"
It looked like it was a physical effort to drag himself away from the view the glass panels offered, but Clint eventually turned to face Phil. He wore an expression that suggested he'd been thinking about something quite intently. Phil had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was. "Sort of?" the man answered, obviously unsure about it.
"Alex and Miri?" Phil guessed without really having to guess.
"Am I that obvious?"
"Not really. But you obviously had no clue such events had occurred. So it makes sense that you'd be dwelling on it," Phil replied. Clint gave him a look that begged for an explanation. "It was a mission. While I can't divulge all of the particulars, I can say that their cover would have been blown had they not pretended to be more than platonic girlfriends. The incident was, all things considered, fairly tame. Kissing and caressing. Nothing more. But it was enough to fool several individuals and kept them both from being discovered and injured. Or worse."
"I... Are we talking about the same Alex Quinn? Because I've never seen anything that would point to Lexi being interested in other women." Clint sighed and shook his head. "I mean, given the way I know she was brought up, I'm surprised she's as open as she is about some things. But this... I think part of her is still caught up in what the church taught her and what her mother expects of her. So this is... shocking."
There were times that Phil looked at the people he worked with and saw what the job had done to them, what they'd become because of the events that surrounded their lives. Some people turned hard and cold, never let anything or anyone touch them. Those were the people who died fast and in grisly ways. There were some who learned early on how to mask their emotions and hide the small child away from the rest of the world. They lived and died for the job, often times going insane and taking several others out with them. Then there were some who were capable of compartmentalizing their role within the company and the life they lived when they took their suit off. Clint was one of those people.
On the exterior, and on the job, Barton was all hard edges and cold confidence. He knew what he was capable of and the world was slotted into neat little boxes in his head. Nothing shook him, his mind always working to measure the situation, to plan and adjust for any minute change. Any shift in the wind had to be accounted for. So Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye, always knew where he stood. He was comfortable and confident in some of the most harrowing situations any human being could ever think to find themselves a part of.
But when you took the bow or the gun out of the man's hand, he was a completely different person. There were obvious insecurities and minor problems that threw him off. Most of those problems in recent years came in the form of Alexis Quinn. Barton had been chasing her for years before she'd clued in to his desires. Even then, she hadn't made it easy for him. She was terrible at intimacy because, like him, she tended to fall in love with the people she dated. Such traits could bring about terrible heartache. Had actually done so, in her case.
It was amazing that Clint and Alex had lasted this long. When it had come out that they were an item, a betting pool had sprung up. Odds were in favor of the two going up in flames in a spectacular way. Phil had bet against their relationship ending, because it was something both needed. An anchor to keep them both firmly in the world. And, despite their obviously volatile personalities, they were good for one another. They were solid as a rock.
Except, apparently they weren't.
Phil decided to choose his words carefully and hoped that Clint caught the hidden meaning in them. "We all have parts of us that we keep locked away. Either because we are afraid to share or because we don't know how to share. It doesn't really change who we are. It only adds another interesting facet to our personalities."
Clint stared at him for a long time. Phil could see by his expression that Clint was turning things over carefully, giving proper consideration to Phil's words. Another round of laughter saw his gaze flicking toward the pool beyond the windows. "She should know by now that she can tell me anything. I'd like to think we've been together long enough that she realizes there is nothing we cannot discuss."
"Have you ever spoken to her about what this relationship means? To both of you?" Phil asked.
"Have you ever tried to talk to Alex about anything personal?" Clint rejoined. Phil couldn't help the smile that tugged the corners of his mouth up. He understood exactly what Clint was talking about. After a last look at the pool, he turned back to Phil. "I've never really seen a need. We've been happy with one another. And Alex never let on that she was even interested in anyone else. She kind of just dedicated herself to me, to us, and there was never a reason to even think she might consider women attractive in a sexual way."
More laughter echoed through the yard, both Alex and Miri this time. It drew their attention to the wall of windows. The two women were having a splash war, their hands moving in a blur as they shoved waves of water toward one another. They were soaked, hair clinging to their heads and shoulders and flinging droplets of pool water everywhere when they whipped their heads around. "I suppose, if she was going to be attracted to anyone, Miri would be the way to go. Proves she's got good taste."
There was a hint of wistfulness in the man's voice that Phil didn't think Clint had meant to let show. It started him thinking, sent his mind spiraling down pathways that were dark and possibly dangerous. But the end result made so much sense, he was surprised he hadn't thought of it before. Phil decided to take a chance and see where things would go. "Yes. Miri is quite a beautiful woman, isn't she?"
"Beautiful? She's fucking hot. You know, when she and Alex were first teamed up, there was a rumor floating around that they were sleeping with one another. I figured out early on that it wasn't true, but the images that rumor put in my head made for some seriously hot jerk off sessions."
There was open honesty and raw desire in Clint's voice. Phil chuffed a faint laugh and watched as Alex surged forward to shove Miri's head underwater. Only a couple seconds later, Alex was pulled beneath the surface and Miri came up for air. Much as he hated to admit it, they'd needed this. He was going to have to remember to thank Nick for this. He couldn't remember the last time Miri had been this relaxed. "You know, earlier," Clint began, breaking into Phil's thoughts. "When you licked that drop of water off Miri's stomach..." The man's voice faded, as if in embarrassment. A glance showed Phil that there was a hint of color in Barton's cheeks.
"It turned you on," Phil stated quietly.
"Alex thinks it embarrasses me that you and Miri are having sex. It doesn't. It... Fuck, is she always that responsive?" He was changing the subject, avoiding whatever he'd been about to say. Phil let him, figuring that Clint would finally spit it out when he was ready.
"Yes. She's always that responsive. Miri has the most sensitive skin and the slightest touch brings up gooseflesh. If I blow air across her breasts, her nipples tighten up so quickly," Phil admitted. Clint couldn't quite stifle the groan that confession brought to life.
"You're killing me here, Phil. Because I would murder people to see that," Clint replied, his words coming out as a low moan of need.
Phil chuckled softly. "I wasn't aware you were so captivated by Miri, Clint."
"It isn't just Miri that..." Clint began, only to stop and shake his head. He was close to spitting it all out. Phil just had to be patient.
"If you want to see something like that, you're going to have to get Miri's permission before attempting it. And likely Alex's, as well, because I can't see her--"
"No. I don't want to do it. I want to see you do it to her. Because, holy fuck! You two are so hot together and it just makes my..." Most of the words tumbled out so rapidly, Phil suspected that Clint didn't know what he was saying. By the time he'd caught himself, it was already too late.
"Alex doesn't know, does she?" Phil asked. Clint stared at him, face an agonized mix of need and incomprehension. Phil smiled and charged into it head first. "Alex doesn't know that you're bi. She's always seen your hesitance as discomfort. So you've let the idea grow because you didn't think she'd understand if you told her that you are bisexual."
"You are too damned perceptive for your own good some days, Coulson," Clint replied. Phil smiled.
"You aren't the only one who can see all the minute details and put them together to paint a broader picture," Phil said with a shrug and silently considered his next words. Clint eyed him expectantly, obviously capable of reading something in Phil's expression.
Of course he and Miri had spoken at length about such things as their own sexualities. Phil had always found a certain kind of man attractive. In the early years, he'd simply written it off as mild infatuation. But it had been sparse, coming and going like the winter snows and often lasting just as long. It had taken him quite some time to realize that he was more than just attracted to a good looking man. There had been a few encounters, but they'd been very few. He'd quickly realized that it had to be the right man. And that, despite his attraction to other men, he would always find more appeal in the delicate curve of a woman's calf and the full swell of her breasts. He liked women. And he'd been content with that knowledge for quite some time. Especially after engaging in a relationship with Miri.
But that had changed about the time Miri and Alex had gone on that mission. The moment she'd started explaining the adlibbing done while undercover, Phil had first started thinking about what it would be like to watch Alex and Miri together, to see the gradual progression from merely friends to that something more that would no doubt result in allowing them to give in to their carnal inclinations. And he could admit that he found Clint to be the right kind of appealing. It was a combination of his amazing abilities and his single-minded attention to detail whilst in the field as well as his rugged good looks. The man had amazing arms and an ass that didn't quit. He'd never thought he'd ever have opportunity to act on his feelings.
Until now.
"I know for a fact, Clint, that Miri finds you as appealing as you do her. There may be a way to make wants and desires fact instead of fantasy," Phil offered, careful as to how he phrased things. His words snagged Clint's attention and saw the man looking at him fully.
"What are you suggesting, Phil?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest. Phil allowed himself a moment to just look and admire. Clint saw what he was doing right away and maybe flexed just a little.
"I'm not suggesting anything, Clint. What I'm saying is that Miri and I have often discussed spicing up our sex life. Not because its boring, but because there are some kinds of zest that one can't add without doing something out of the usual," Phil told him. "I would be willing to... share Miri with you. And with Alex."
"Share? As in swap partners? Just the girls, or..." Clint trailed off deliberately.
"Well, if it worked, I was thinking we could make it a foursome." Clint didn't even bat an eyelash at that. Phil felt it was encouragement to go on. "It would be mostly dependant upon how Alex reacted to the suggestion. But there won't be a better time or place to make such discoveries and determinations."
Clint blinked at him, obviously still trying to take in everything Phil had said. He wasn't sure if the other man was considering whether or not propositioning his girlfriend was the wisest course of action or if he should save himself some pain and just let the idea go. "How about this? Let's let the night wind down and see how it all plays out. If Alex gives indication that she'd be willing and open to experimenting, we'll move forward. If she doesn't display any signs of interest, we'll pretend that our conversation never happened."
Barton was considering it. Phil could tell by the way the man stared at him and yet stared right through him. He was weighing all of the negatives and the positives, trying to decide if attempting something like this would be in his best interests. Eventually, his gaze slid to the window one last time, going immediately to where Alex and Miri still splashed in the pool. Phil saw it the moment he made his decision, saw how the man's shoulders evened out as the tension drained from him. "Deal."
"Excellent. Now, let's gather up the drinks and join them in the pool."
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"Damn it, Alex! Stop splashing water in my face!" Miri ordered, but it was less forceful than she'd intended simply because she was laughing too hard to sound serious. Alex laughed with her, hands playfully shoving water at her as rapidly as possible. Miri splashed back, but it was hard to tell if she ever hit her target because there was always water dripping into her eyes.
"Quit grabbing my boobs and I'll quit splashing water in your face," Alex shot back. Her words were followed by another arc of water. And more laughter. Any other time and Miri might have taken offense to Alex's aquatic assault, but she was relaxed and warm with alcohol. Not too much. Just enough to keep the tension from finding a way back in.
It was a beautiful night, the sky dark and low, with twinkling stars that were never this bright in the city. The smell of the ocean still drifted in on the breeze, the faint tang of salt mingling with the overpoweringly sweet scent of tropical flowers. They'd decided to take a swim as a way to end the night. The pool water was the perfect temperature, underwater lights shining out into the clear liquid from both ends. Alex was in a purple two piece while Miri had chosen a vibrant emerald green bikini. They were as relaxed as Miri had ever known them to be.
She was well aware of the patio door sliding closed, signaling the return of the men. Their trip inside of grab fresh drinks had taken longer than necessary, leading her to believe that Phil had had a conversation with Clint about something. She suspected she knew what that something was but she couldn't look to Phil to confirm it just yet because she was sure that Alex wasn't fully aware of their audience. She wasn't sure what the other woman would do if she knew they were being watched. Miri didn't want to see her shut herself down.
Miri was pulled from her thoughts when another spray of water hit her in the face. She sputtered and reached up to try and wipe the water from her eyes. "Hey! Quit that!"
"You grabbed my boob! Suffer the consequences!" Alex shot back. Her hands made ready to shove more water Miri's way.
"Well how about I kiss it and make it better? Is that what you want me to do?" she asked sweetly.
Alex stared at her for the longest time, eyes a dark green and heavily lidded. She looked like she was allowing herself to be seduced, like she was ready to sprawl on her back and let Miri do whatever she wanted. A shiver traced down her spine as heat boiled under her skin. Finally, Alex tipped her head to the side and gave Miri a knowing smirk. "I'll think about it."
Miri reached out and took hold of Alex's arms, pushed her backward until her spine collided with the tiled side of the pool. She inched closer, the swell of her breasts just brushing Alex's. She slid a knee between her friend's thighs. Stopped her leg before the muscled length of her thigh pressed against sensitive flesh. Leaned in until there was only a breath of air between their mouths. She saw the heat blossom in Alex's eyes. Saw her lick her lips in anticipation. Miri's breath ghosted over the curve of her lower lip. "Tease."
She felt Alex shudder. Then she pushed off before anything else could happen.
"Fucking hell," Clint muttered. Alex blinked slowly before turning to look at him. There was no missing that he was half hard and working on finishing it off. Miri was positive that he was really turned on by what he'd seen. She watched as the two stared at each other for a short while, then Alex's gaze slid back toward her and Miri saw something pass through them.
"Put the drinks down, Barton, and get in here with me," Alex ordered, voice soft and husky with need. Clint said nothing, merely moved to the nearest table and deposited the drinks on it. He covered the distance between where he stood and the edge of the pool in three long strides and dove into the pool. He swam under the surface to come up right in front of Alex. She sent a look Miri's way before wrapping herself around the man and swooping in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Clint looked dazed. Alex shot Miri a smug. "Too late now. Besides, I don't know if Clint's willing to share or anything."
Miri looked at Clint, saw the glint in his eye as he glanced from Alex to herself and back. "Oh, I bet you'd be surprised. He looks pretty content with that idea. What do you say, Clint? Willing to share Alex with me?"
The look Clint gave her suggested he was choking on his own tongue. But before he was forced to find words, Phil joined them in the pool and came to his rescue. "What if I don't want to share, Miri?" he asked as his arms slid around her from behind. She smiled and leaned back into him, relished the heat of his chest against her spine. His mouth found her ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. "Slowly, my love. Slowly. Alex is more than curious. We need to play our cards right. So perhaps we should let her see what she'd be getting if she said yes?"
"I'll follow your lead," she replied softly, ready to turn in his arms.
"No. Stay face forward. I have a plan," Phil instructed. She nodded and let her gaze drift over to where Alex still stood wrapped in Clint's arms. They were watching her and Phil closely, waiting to see what they planned on doing. Miri considered smiling wickedly at them. But that thought rushed right out of her head when Phil's hands shifted and crept up until they were above water and gliding gently over the expanse of skin exposed above the emerald green of her bikini top.
The world kind of tilted sideways, leaving her trusting in Phil's ability to keep her from slipping under the surface and drowning. His hands were like magic, mapping each and every spot that drew a soft gasp or elicited a shiver from her. He moved them in small circles, let them drift up to stroke her neck and let them slide down to tease the swell of her breasts. It was enough to bring her flesh up into goose bumps and drive a shudder down her spine. Even without realizing she was doing it, she found herself leaning further back into him until her arms were hooked over his and her head was tipped back on his shoulder.
Another ghost of a touch brought a moan up her throat. She was vaguely aware of noise from the other side of the pool, but it was pushed away with the feel of Phil's hand sliding down over a breast, his arm barely brushing it, and her abdomen. That hand came to a rest on the edge of her bikini bottoms, fingers teasing at the waist for a few moments before dipping between the stretchy fabric and her skin. Her breath hitched in her throat for a few seconds, then a moan slid out to paint the night air with the sounds of her pleasure.
"You need to get out of the pool. I can't see anything" Alex's voice cut across the short distance, husky with need and miles away. Phil's hands retreated. Miri opened her eyes. Alex had turned in Clint's embrace so that she could fully enjoy the show Miri and Phil were putting on. Miri could see that her back was arched away from Clint's chest. That meant that her ass was pressed up against his groin. Clint's hands rested just under the bottom band of Alex's bikini top, suggesting that maybe he'd been copping a feel of his own.
The water shifted slightly around them and Clint groaned, his eyes sliding shut. "Lexi, come on. You're killing me."
"It looks like you're as big as tease as Miri is," she returned and squirmed her hips just a little bit. His hands shifted and tightened down on her hips in a vain effort to still her motions.
"Miri's a big tease, is she?" Clint asked, taking care to ease Alex away from him. Phil's hand on Miri's arm saw her turning her attention back to him. He inclined his head toward the stairs, indicating she should head in that direction. She went eagerly, Phil a silent presence at her back. Her feet had just hit the deck around the pool when Clint spoke again. "If Miri's such a big tease, why do I get the feeling I'm the only one here who hasn't seen her tits yet?"
She turned to look at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. Her hands were already reaching for the ties. "Well. I wouldn't want you to feel left out."
She was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction upon hearing the soggy scrap of material slap Clint dead on in the face. When she looked at him, he was peeling the material away, his eyes automatically seeking out her bared breasts. She let him look his fill before turning away to join Phil beside one of the lounges scattered around the pool. His hands pulled her in front of him, positioned her so that she faced Alex and Clint where they still stood in the pool. Both of them were watching her, eyes intent and heavy with a weight that she swore physically touched her skin. It sent shivers racing up and down her spine.
Phil pressed a soft kiss to the base of Mir's neck, just where her shoulders met her spine, before allowing his hands to wander across her skin. They barely touched, ghosting over the drops of moisture that still clung in droplets before rolling slowly southward. Miri shivered in anticipation as his hands moved lower, drifted away from her shoulders to the upper swell of her breasts. His touch was feather light as he stroked down and around the sides until he could cup his fingers around them. The moment his thumbs stroked over her nipples, she let go a shamefully loud moan that echoed around the pool area.
"You have no idea how hot this is, Miriam," Phil whispered in her ear, reverting to the formal version of her name. He'd long since stopped using it, with exception of work situations, so it did weird things to hear the full length of her name spoken in a whisper, with all of the heat and desire he felt packed into it. She couldn't help herself. She arched her hips back and rubbed the curves of her ass against his groin. There was an immediate reaction that left her wondering how long it would be before she could sink down over him.
His grip tightened, just a bit, to let her know that she was supposed to behave herself. So she straightened her spine and pulled away from the deliciously hard length of him, let him continue his exploration of her chest and abdomen for Clint and Alex's pleasure. And they were enjoying the show. Both of them stared with ill-concealed hunger in their eyes. It was a look Miri knew, one she could recognized even all the way across a room. She'd had a damned fine teacher.
The evening was about to get much more interesting.
Seconds ticked away into minutes as Phil's hands moved over her skin with sure strokes. Gentle strokes. Firm strokes. The way he touched her shifted from the tenderest of caresses to the sharpest of squeezes that worked to drive her into a fever-pitch. She knew what he was trying to do, knew that this was as much for Alex and Clint's benefit as for her own. But it was so hard to be patient when Phil's hands sought out each and every single sensitive spot she owned. She knew that Phil was going for maximum effect in order to help drive Alex to the place she needed to be in order to make this work. It just wasn't fair because Phil knew what was doing, was terribly adept at bringing her to the very brink of madness. And she was going to have to suffer through it until he achieved his goals.
Heat built up under her skin, flushed her cheeks and made her fingertips tingle with the urge to touch him in return. It was maddening to be unable to return the caresses and the teases he was heaping upon her. Below the heat was the tension, aching and sweet and growing ever tighter. She knew that he was going to work her toward the edge slowly, take her to the very beginnings of the end before drawing back and starting all over again. He was going to kill her. Slowly. With each caress. With each touch. With each breath.
Miri let her eyes fall shut, her last visual that of Alex almost slack in Clint's hold, his hands resting just under her breasts and his thumbs tracing back and forth along their undersides. It was too hard to keep them open, her lids heavy with pleasure and need. She felt more than heard it when Phil chuckled, letting her know that he was well aware of the reaction he was drawing from her. One hand pulled away from her breasts to slide lower. Reached down to cup her through the damp material of her bikini bottom. Her gasp was loud enough to be heard across the pool, was echoed by a throaty moan.
"No fair, Barton," Phil's voice drifted past her ear on a lazy chuckle. "We can't see what you're doing when you're in the pool like that. It would only be right for you to join us up here. Unless Quinn is afraid."
Miri forced herself to open her eyes. Alex was still caught up in Clint's embrace and it appeared that they were standing in much the same position as she and Phil were. Which meant that Clint had one hand between Alex's thighs under the surface of the water. Definitely not fair.
"Fuck you, Coulson," Alex quipped, shooting him a dirty look. Then she glanced up at Clint over her shoulder, no doubt silently questioning whether or not he was up for this. She really had no idea. Not yet, at least. But she was about to learn.
Whatever she saw in Clint's eyes must have convinced her because she took hold of his hand and started toward the steps leading out of the pool. She watched them move, mesmerized by the way Alex's breasts jiggled with each step. Caught up in the sound of the water lapping the tiled sides of the pool and the splashing sounds made by Alex and Clint cutting through the water. Soon enough, they stepped out of the water and into the pool deck. Beads of water raced their way down toned arms and thighs toward the ground, left a trail of footsteps to show the path her friends took as they crossed toward the lounges where Phil had settled them.
Clint chose a lounge that was about three or four feet away from them and mirrored their pose. Alex stood before him, her gaze hungry as it slid up and down Miri's frame. Clint leaned in and put his mouth beside Alex's ear, but his eyes remained focused on Miri and Phil. "I think you're wearing too many clothes, babe," he told her.
Alex addressed her words to Clint but let her gaze shift firmly to Phil behind Miri. "You think Coulson should be allowed to look?"
The question startled Miri. Just a little bit. There was a calculating gleam in Alex's eyes, one Miri had never seen before. In fact, this was an Alex Miri hadn't seen before. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if it was the fact that they were, figuratively speaking, a million miles from any responsibility or if it was a combination of the two. It could have been something else, for all she knew. But it was odd to see a laid back, relaxed Alex Quinn. One who didn't seem to be held back and constrained by the expectations layered upon her head by family history and obligation and a religion she did and didn't believe in anymore. Who didn't worry about what her actions might bring because her job and life depended upon her making the correct decisions. It was oddly liberating. And way too fucking attractive.
This was a glimpse of the real Alex she'd had once, a long time ago, before duty and loss had left their mark on her. Miri found it really fucking hot.
"I don't see any harm in it," Clint replied.
"You think he deserves it?" Alex persisted.
"I think he thinks you're a stuffy little Catholic girl who shrouds her smoking hot body and her sex appeal behind strict morals." It was a goad. A dare. One that they all knew Alex wouldn't let go. Miri knew that her friend disliked people pigeon holing her because of religion.
"Ah. I see," Alex nodded, then let that same calculating gleam land on the man who was, at any other time, her superior. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let him have a peek. But there won't be any touching. I think he's been a bad boy."
It took everything in Miri not to snort a laugh at that. She didn't know just how good Phil was at being bad. But then whether or not Phil was a bad boy was rendered unimportant when Alex's hands reached for the ties to her bikini top. The bottom tie was undone first. When the top tie was pulled free, the wet top dropped to the ground before her. Clint's hands lifted up to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking the sides with slow, sweeping arcs that saw her shiver jut a little bit. Miri felt Phil's hands move until he was mirroring Clint's touches. "Very nice," Phil said, let the words drift across the short distance. His voice was low, laced with his own building need. "Quite lovely, in fact. Don't you think, Miriam?"
Miri nodded her head. "I agree. But I do think she might be cold, Phil. Look at how tight her nipples are."
Alex's nipples were hard peaks topping her breasts and Miri's mouth watered with the need to suck on them. She could feel Phil at her back, his cock hard as stone and ready for her. He obviously enjoyed the sight of Alex's breasts as much as she did. If she had been any other woman, or less assured of her place in Phil's life, she might have taken his reaction to her best friend poorly. But she had long wanted to have a chance at Alex so she wasn't going to blame him for wanting the same thing she did. Alex always played down her looks, seemingly uncomfortable with anyone who suggested she was attractive, but she was beautiful. Maybe not traditionally, but it was there for all to see if they dared look.
"Is she cold, Clint? Her nipples are pretty damned hard. Maybe she needs to be warmed up?" Phil asked the other man.
Clint grinned and let his left hand drop away from her breasts. His right arm tightened around her to keep her from moving as his fingers found their way between her bikini bottom and her body. The wet material clung to his hand as he shifted it back far enough to work a finger into her. Alex shuddered and had to fight to remain on her feet as the archer's skilled fingers slid deep inside her body. "Oh, she's plenty warm. Though I'm sure I could warm her up more."
Alex muttered something at him in German, her voice terse and low. Clint chuckled and responded with something in Russian that Miri was sure he'd picked up from Natasha. Before Alex could say more, the hand not buried in her bikini bottoms rose up so that a finger could flick one of her nipples. Her eyes closed on a soft moan even as her body sagged back into his. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, his gaze locked on Miri and Phil the whole time. Whatever he said produced a series of shivers that raced up and down her spine.
Despite the fact that they were standing out in the open, there was something highly voyeuristic about being only a few feet away and openly ogling what was going on. There had been occasions where Miri and Alex had discussed their sex lives, but never in great detail. So it was slightly unreal to see her friend half naked and cradled so gently in the arms of a man who had spent his career with S.H.I.E.L.D. working as an assassin. And it was arousing to see the way color flooded her cheeks as her passion built, the way her hips moved against his questing hand, the way her nipples responded to each and every touch he lavished on them.
She could have spent the entire night standing there, doing nothing more than watching Clint caress Alex and make love to her. When she let herself go, Alex's face and body could be so terribly expressive. The shape of her lips as Clint kissed her neck invited deep, probing kisses that involved a good deal of tongue. But it wasn't to be, because Phil took that moment to remind her of his presence. It was surprising to realize that she'd been so wrapped up in her friend's pleasure that she'd forgotten about her own.
His hands grazed her sides as they drifted down toward her hips, his fingers stopping at the elastic band that held her bottoms in place. He slipped his fingers under the band. Pushed out and down. The material clung a little before it gave way to his insistence. The bottoms slid down her legs until the garment was pooled at her feet. A light touch saw her lifting her feet so that Phil could fully remove them. She didn't see where he tossed them.
His trip back up was more intriguing. His hands rose up, touch feather light as he let them glide over her skin. At the same time, he pressed hot, moist kisses against the curve of each ass cheek and then on every single vertebrae. He climbed to his feet, kissed his way to her neck, brought his hands up and around so that he could once more take hold of her breasts. Miri moaned, a husky sound that was followed only seconds later by Alex's own soft sound of pleasure.
She pried her eyes open to find that Alex's arms were pulled up and back, hands no doubt clasped behind Clint's head. The position drew her breasts high, showed them off to advantage, and allowed him free access to her torso. Like Phil, his mouth worked at the skin of her throat, teeth no doubt nipping based on the shuddering winces she gave. He still had one hand in her bikini bottoms, fingers moving lazily, while the other paid lazy attention to her breasts and her nipples. Miri thought she could see Alex quivering, eyes closed and mouth parted in the face of his sensual onslaught.
Miri watched him work, focused on him as a way to try and keep from giving in to Phil's tender touches. She was so close to just saying fuck it and taking him off to bed. But that would defeat the entire purpose of the exercise. And, if she was telling the truth, she didn't want to do that. Odd as it was, this was something she wanted to share with her best friend. Alex was family. And for whatever reason, Miri wanted her to be part of this section of her life.
Alex shifted, hips canting back toward Clint's body in an effort to press her ass against his crotch. He stopped her by tightening his fingers around her nipple until she gasped out a sound of pain. Then he whispered in her ear and waited until she'd resumed her regular position before he started up again. His gaze caught Miri's and he offered her a knowing grin. She smiled back and lifted a brow in his direction in question. He seemed to understand what she was trying to convey because he leaned in and put his lips against Alex's ear. A few seconds later, the other woman lifted heavy lids to look across the deck at them.
Miri pulled away from Phil, turned her back on Alex and Clint so that she could face him. One of Phil's brows went up, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. She gave him a sly grin before oh, so slowly sinking to her knees. Her fingers found their way under the waistband of his trunks, hooked the drawstring, and tugged. The material clung wetly to his hips and thighs and it took her a bit of work to get the garment to let go. She made sure to lean down far enough when taking them to the deck that Clint and Alex were both gifted with the sight of his erection.
She took her time helping him out of the trunks, the wet mess left forgotten to the side once they were fully removed, then turned her attention to the thick length of his cock. Miri positioned herself off to the side ever so slightly so that both Alex and Clint would be able to see her hand work up and down the length. So that they clearly caught every single lap of her tongue against his hardened flesh. She let her fingers play over his cock with slow strokes. Every once in a while, she twisted her wrist when she reached the head. Or she'd give it a gentle squeeze. Gentle licks and light nibbles, her teeth barely scraping his skin, accompanied her hand's motions.
A soft hiss of his breath let her know when he'd had enough of her teasing. She took a moment to look over her shoulder. Alex and Clint made a captive audience, both gazes directed toward Phil's groin area. They also made a pretty picture standing as they were. Alex was almost moonlight pale against Clint's tanned skin, her cheeks flushed a healthy pink with need. The royal purple of her bikini bottoms had been worked down far enough to show flashes of dark silk against her flesh. Clint's hand worked her slowly, fingers sliding long and deep in an erratic rhythm that allowed her no chance to build to a fever pitch. Muscles quivered and strained and bunched.
Fuck, it was so erotic.
Seeing the way they enjoyed one another made her eager to have the taste of Phil and the weight of him resting on her tongue. She licked her lips as she shifted her attention back to him, then closed her mouth around him.
Phil tensed at the initial touch of her lips against him. Then the heat of her mouth slid over him and the tension leaked out of him. But only for a moment. As soon as she took him to the back of her throat, swallowed him down and held him there for a second, the tension returned. She felt it in his thighs and in the hands that were curled around her head. Miri drew back slowly, took her time in allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth. Repeated the same only going forward. Made him groan and shudder. She figured that was only fair after he'd been teasing her with soft touches and gentle kisses the whole time.
She might have continued with the slow and steady pace, but Phil's fingers clenched lightly into her hair, a silent message urging her to move faster. She rolled her eyes up to look at him, attempted a grin around his cock, then gave him what he wanted. Normally, his eyes would roll shut in only a second or two. But that didn't happen this time. His gaze stared straight ahead, obviously locked on Alex and Clint. Watching them and gauging their reaction to what they were seeing.
Miri focused her attention on her task, only vaguely aware of the soft sounds around them. There were a few faint bird calls from those nocturnal creatures who were waking for the evening. The soft crash of the waves joined with the night songs, a discordant jumble of noises that somehow still managed to compliment one another perfectly. The rustle of leaves blowing on the gentle breeze added dimension and depth. And then there was the soft murmur of Clint's voice near Alex's ear. The woman's moans and sighs and groans.
She let every single sound wash over her, let each one sweep her up and away. Let them guide her actions. She sucked harder each time she heard Alex make some breathy noise of enjoyment. The hand she had curled at the base of his shaft squeezed when Clint made some sound that she took to be words. And when Phil grunted or groaned... She was pretty certain there would be faint bruises on her scalp come the morning.
Cadence and rhythm were old hat, something she had long since stopped thinking about, when she heard the faint slap of something wet against the deck. It didn't really register with her until Phil's hands dug into her skull with just the right amount of pressure to take painful out of the pleasurable range. She halted her motions and looked up to find Phil studying her intently. "I think you should see this."
His hands were there to help her to her feet, to turn her so that she could get a good look at what was happening with her best friends. Both Alex and Clint were completely naked, his trunks and her bottoms tossed off to the side. The rising moon gilded their skin in silvery light. With her dark hair hanging wet and riotous around her shoulders, Alex looked like some ancient sea goddess freshly climbed from the waves intent upon dragging her latest victim under the surface with her.
Clint turned her in his embrace, presenting Miri with a tantalizing view of both his hard cock and her pert ass. The two of them pressed together so that Clint could kiss her, his hands reaching down to cup her ass. To pull her into him until she was tight against his body. When she was where he wanted her, he wound one arm around her and pinned her at the waist. His free hand lifted up so that it could tangle in her hair. Tug her head back just a bit. Miri wasn't sure how long the kiss went on, but she felt the air leave her lungs in a painful rush when Clint broke them apart. He leaned down to whisper in Alex's ear before loosing her from his hold. She took a wobbly step back, looked at Miri and Phil over her shoulder, then gave a nod of her head.
Miri was lost in the grace of their movements as Clint settled on the lounge behind him. He sat facing Miri and Phil, unabashed by his nakedness. She drank her fill of Clint's cock, for as long as she was able. Then Alex stepped in front of him, her back facing him, and allowed his hands to take hold of her hips.
Watching her lower herself onto Clint's cock was a masterpiece of choreography. She reached between her legs to find his erection, held it while he guided her down onto his lap. Her legs went on either side of his and her hands found his knees after they'd done their duty. Miri stared hungrily as Alex slid down onto Clint's cock, stared in shameless fascination as it disappeared inside of her. When she was finally settled in his lap. Clint widened his legs and pushed Alex's open with them. She gasped, planted her feet, and lifted herself up.
"Isn't that beautiful?" Phil's voice was a husky whisper in her ear, the heat of his body pressed up against hers from behind. Miri knew without looking that Phil was watching as Alex and Clint fell into a slow, languid rhythm that saw her rising up almost completely off of him before he dragged her back down again. The spread of her thighs allowed an unobstructed view of his cock as it glided in and out. Moonlight glittered off the slick wetness that clung to Clint's flesh. Some of Alex's hair hung over her shoulders, obscuring the fullness of her breasts. But it couldn't block the way they bounced with each thrust. And their faces... There was such pleasure splashed across their faces. Miri's body reacted, clenching hard with need. "Should we see if we can match them thrust for thrust?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Miri replied.
He took her hand in his, tugged her back a few steps until he could take a seat on the lounge in a position that mirrored Clint's. And then began their own complicated dance in which she lowered herself down onto his lap, onto his cock, with her back turned to his chest. His hands were there to guide her in her actions, helped her as she took him inside of her. The very first press of his erection into her brought a long moan of pleasure to her lips. He filled her with aching slowness, his hands holding her by the hips tightly so he could control the speed with which she settled down on top of him.
She relished the stretch and burn as he pressed into her and filled her. Took joy in the way her muscled pulled when he spread her legs. Cried out softly in pure pleasure when they found their rhythm.
Miri wanted to close her eyes and ride the sensations that spiraled through her. She didn't, though. She kept her eyes on the couple across from her. Watched as Clint's hands left Alex's hips and moved up to her breasts to cup and fondle them. Watched as he let one hand slide between her legs to play with her clit. Watched, fascinated, as Alex cried out and came with only a few strokes.
And then Phil's hands were mirroring Clint's, touched on her body where Clint's touched on Alex's. She lost the ability to see more than Alex and Clint and allowed herself to rely on her hearing for the rest of the area. The wind rustled through the trees, setting leaves shaking softly against one another. The surf crashed against the beach, a dim and distant roll of thunder in paradise. Birds sang in the shadows. Tires rolled over the road off in the distance. There was a low squeak from the lounges as they moved, the faint gasping breaths and moans that came with pleasure.
And Phil whispered in her ear, soft and sultry and dirty as could be. He told her how hot he found Alex and Clint together. How much he enjoyed watching them fuck. He told her what he imagined it would be like to watch her and Alex together. He told her that he wanted to taste Alex on her lips. He told her that he would love to sit back and watch Clint fuck her, wanted to hear her cry out when he made her come.
And when he finally told her he loved her, when he whispered those three little words in her ear, her world shattered and she took flight and there was nothing else but him and this and the here and now.
She broke apart, like she always did. And Phil used his hands and his mouth and his sexy voice to put her back together again.
Like he always did.
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