1002. want your love.

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THREE TYPES OF LOVE MEME (EXPANDED)
This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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[genuinepleasure]

That was either a look of she was going to kill him or she was slowly getting less mad at him. He was going to hope that she was calming down and sliding into sexy territory. He would admit that she looked super hot when she was yelling at him. He always got a kick out of her yelling at the other agents, but he never got to experience it. He really did like that look on her. She was very authoritative. It was one thing to see it used on other people to see it like this was entirely different. He was going to have to start pissing her off more often, but it couldn't be big things like tonight. He couldn't take her being this mad again. He might not be able to fix it.

Clint stared down at her hard and finally nodded. "Yeah. I would love to hear about some of that." He wasn't going to move in just yet. She wasn't going to distract him with her lips. Her lips did look really good, but he was going to get some details even if it killed him. His version of dying included major blue balls. He was already feeling the urge to reach down and adjust, but he was going to hold out until she told him.

[agent_hill]

She dropped her eyes over his lips for a brief moment. She could feel his breath on her lips, from here. It was a little intoxicating. She still couldn't decide if she wanted to fuck him or kill him, in this moment. Both options sounded incredibly appealing.

"How about against a shower wall at one of my old forts?" she asked, her voice low. She tilted her head slightly, taking in a deep breath. His sent filled her senses and she almost took another step forward, into him. She could feel her blood start to boil. "Or in a stranger's car after a Foo Fighter's concert? What if I said I let one of my recruits go down on me after yelling at him all day in boot camp?"

[genuinepleasure]

Apparently the hard ass that everyone was so familiar with had a different side that needed a little bit of sexual healing. Before he had gotten to know her she had seemed very by the book and proper. She liked her rules. He never would have imagined that was what Maria Hill got down with in the dark. He was getting more and more excited by the minute. He lifted a hand up slowly and caught the zipper of her jumpsuit. He held eye contact as he slowly tugged it down to the stopping point. He didn't smile or give her any indication of what was on his mind just yet.

"You let him? Did he ask nicely?" There was the smile. He was so amused by his own jokes. Clint was more than impressed by what she was telling him. He was fucking dazzled. If you looked close then he would see the goddamn stars in his eyes after hearing about Maria's dirtier side. He reached up with his good hand and tugged each shoulder of the jumpsuit down. "Or did he just go right in for it?" Clint didn't waste much time hitting his knees in front of her. He looked up at her and tilted his head. "Carry on, ma'am, but it would be in both of our interests if you pushed that rest of the jumpsuit down." Doing that stuff one handed was fucking hard.

[agent_hill]

Maria peered down at him, warmth already starting to pool below her stomach in anticipation. She had made no move to stop his tugging at her uniform. When he dropped to his knees she stayed still except for the ghost of a smirk that graced her lips. She had to admit that having him on his knees felt a little good after the hell he'd put her through. He still hadn't exactly apologized, but she would count her blessings. She wasn't going to complain, currently.

She watched him carefully and started slowly peeling off her jumpsuit, letting it fall to her waist and then pushing it over her hips. It fell the rest of the way to the floor and she stepped out of it along with her boots. She breathed a small sigh and reached out to gently thread he fingers through Clint's blonde shock of hair. "You'd better ducking believe he asked nicely," Maria replied quietly. If he wanted to hear more about that one, she could give him more. "Called me 'Ma'am,' too. I guess he was one of the ones that thinks it's hot when I start getting authoritative."

[genuinepleasure]

He was going to have limited mobilization now that his arm was like this. He could move it, but the muscle was pretty weak right now. He wouldn't be able to lift her up or anything special. The doctor's in the infirmary insisted that he keep it in the sling, but they knew he wasn't going to listen. When did Clint ever listen to those guys? They didn't know what they were talking about. Right now the painkillers were doing the trick and he felt fantastic. That would probably not be the case come the morning time. He would most likely have the sorest shoulder ever. Oh well.

Clint licked his lips slowly and shut his eyes as her fingers threaded through his hair. "What a sissy." He had already decided to do the exact opposite of what that guy did. "He's not the only one who likes it. You get this--sparkle." He smiled wide and reached up to run his good hand up her thigh. His fingers wrapped around her panties and gave them a tug to pull them down. He clicked his tongue before glancing up at her with a brow raised. "I'd advise you hold onto something, ma'am." He leaned forward and up to kiss stomach. One finger lifted to run through her folds softly.

[agent_hill]

Maria bit her lip, starting to take deeper breaths. She knew what was coming. She knew Clint wouldn't ask either. He was kind of a jackass, that way, but she didn't mind. It was nice, really. She didn't always want to be the one on top, so to speak. Sometimes she liked that he just took what he wanted. She wanted it, too.

"Sparkle?" she asked, reaching out to grab onto the little near-by table. She'd never actually hear that one. It was true that she felt a bit of a fire lit under her whenever she had to put an agent in their place. There was a measure of satisfaction she took from it. But sparkle? She didn't have much more time to dwell on it, however, as his hand was starting to ghost it's way up her thigh. She gave a soft moan and widened her stance a little, opening up to him. She did appreciate the ma'am.

Once his fingers were on her, she could suddenly remember little else. She didn't remember why she was mad, though her blood was still boiling. She couldn't remember what he'd done to get her so riled up, but she wanted more. She wanted him to do so much more to her. "Fuck, Clint," she gasped, gripping the table tightly.

[genuinepleasure]

What could he say? She had inspired him with her stories. The one about the soldier eating her out was particularly thought provoking. He would have to see if he could create a few new wonderful places. Maria Hill didn't scream the type that got down and dirty that often when he first met her. Now he honestly kept seeing all this stuff clear as day. He didn't really see anything else fitting her. Her sexual appetite was as ridiculous as his own and that was kind of amazing. He was going to have such a good time torturing her during meetings and things like that. He could totally play sex chicken with her during briefings. He wasn't even sure he would win judging by the balls she had on her.

He did like to hear the sound of his name on her lips. It was incredibly reassuring. It gave him that extra push to be better. His tongue replaced where her finger was. His head tilted back and he leaned up to get close. His free hand lifted up and around to grip one of her ass cheeks. He wasn't going to go easy for this. Usually he'd do a number of tricks to lead up to this, but he didn't want to play around with that. Not tonight. Tonight? Tonight he was spelling out the phase "fuck you" with his tongue. Oh what a night.

[agent_hill]

It was the way she did things. She kept her sex life behind closed doors, but she had no qualms about experimentation behind those doors. She had learned early on in her life that she was something of a sexual being and she was okay with that. She liked sex. She liked Sex with Clint. She especially liked what he was currently doing with his tongue.

She released another low moan and let her head fall back. The table ended up being rather handy as she was starting to feel weak in the knees. She leaned against it for support and let her fingers curl in his hair again, tugging lightly when he found a particularly sensitive spot. She wasn't sure if memory was serving her well at the moment, but from what she could tell, Clint had a particularly talented tongue. A smile tugged lightly at her lips and her eyes fluttered closed, one more soft groan voicing her appreciation. She wasn't shy about telling him he was doing a good job.

[genuinepleasure]

Clint was okay with taking direction in the military. It was easy for him to follow a command when the fighting made sense. You had a mission and you followed that mission. He was fighting for his home. When Clint came to work for Shield it took him a little while to warm up to them honestly. He didn't do well with taking their orders. He didn't give Fury much of a chance. The only one he considered respectable was Coulson, but he had adjusted. Taking Maria's orders right here was easy. Especially because this was something he got a little joy out of. It wasn't as fun when she was telling him to take watch detail when they were at one of the facilities. He liked being in his nest, but not when she was wearing the uniform. That was just cruel.

He had his own tricks. His tongue became perfectly still after he finished his little spelling bee. His tongue lay flat against her clit for a moment before it started twitching every so often. He counted the seconds away in his head before he finally moved it swiftly again. Variation was something that he remembered about ninety percent of the time. In and out. Side to side. His own frustration with the sling was starting to show. He growled softly and lifted his arm up to wiggle it from the sling. He managed to get it off and let it drop to the floor. He struggled through the sharp pain as he lifted his arm up to find her breasts. His shoulder was screaming, but he could ignore that.

[agent_hill]

He was cruel. This waiting, the anticipation and variation was killing her. He was inching her to her release at a torturous pace and all she could do was hang on for dear life. She held onto the table and she held onto his hair, quivering at each twitch of his tongue. She could feel his breath against her with each of his pants and it only drove her madder.

Maria was pulled a little from her slow torture when he started to move his arm. His bad arm. There was a slight change in his grunts and she could tell that it was hurting him. She didn't want that, she didn't want him in pain. "Clint," she said breathlessly, her hand running back along his neck. "Clint, you don't have to.."

[genuinepleasure]

Clint had been on missions when was practically close to death. Budapest was one of those missions. He also had a very close call in Prague and a very brief coma in Rome. He lived a dangerous life. Suffering through a shoulder injury in the middle of sex was hardly something that he would not be able to handle. He went seven miles with a snapped arrow in his rib cage. This was simple. His other hand came around from her ass and gave her a very brief thumbs up. He was fine. His hand went back to it's previous spot and his grip tightened.

Clint craned his neck more and shifted so that his lips were directly over her clit. There was some definite light suckage while his hand slid underneath her bra and his fingers found a nipple. He was able to focus on her and not his shoulder. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been thanks to the pills, but by moving it he just aggravated the muscle. She was close anyways. Least he assumed so judging by the sounds she was making. He had gotten familiar with her sex sounds. He had decided to not use any fingers or hands down here. This was strictly a mouth endeavor.

[agent_hill]

Maria knew he was stubborn, and she wasn't exactly in a position to argue with him right now. She was far too distracted by his tongue and his strong hands that she could muster up the effort to fight him. If he wanted to injure himself further, let him. She'd be there with a an ice pack later. So she said 'fuck it' and instead pulled her hands from him in order to pull her bra off. She was at least going to make it a little easier for him.

She gasped softly as she went back to focusing on what he was doing to her, his fingers on her nipple, tongue on her clit, hand on her ass. He was fantastic at multitasking. Her hands went back to his hair again and she gave another shiver, fingers running through his hair. She let them wander over the back of his head and down his neck, one of them continuing on to slip under his shirt and over his good shoulder. He was right about her being close, and her gasping pants quickened as evidence. She bit her lip, not holding herself back. "Oh god, Clint. That's it--"

[genuinepleasure]

How badass would he be regaling Coulson of how he participated in some fantastic muff diving with a busted shoulder? He wouldn't tell the younger recruits because then they would be thinking about Maria naked. He knew Coulson would be doing everything in his power to push the images from his brain. The younger recruits would be thinking about her and then Clint would have to beat the fuck out of them. He wanted to save them some embarrassment and Clint some time. He would only be telling his favorite suit. He didn't think he could tell Natasha because she wouldn't be that amused by his sex stories. Coulson was good at keeping quiet and letting Clint rattle.

He would have stopped to thank her for removing her bra, but he was busy. He sighed heavily when her hand ran over his good shoulder. That was nice. He could focus on her hands and not the pain instead. More encouragement. Good. No one liked Clint more than Clint. He ran the tip of his tongue in quick circles over her clit as his lips sucked. His fingers kneaded her ass cheek and his other hand twisted the other nipple roughly. He was gonna finish this with some goddamn dignity. Then he was going to get in the bed and cry over this damn shoulder.

[agent_hill]

Maria gave a soft cry, her head going back again. Her nails dug briefly into his shoulder before she went back to rubbing, gently massaging along his neck as well. She was almost there and she could just feel herself starting to go. Her hips tilted up to him slightly and she quivered, feeling that telltale tension and then quick release as she crashed through that last wall. She rode it out, holding onto him for support and dear life, as pleasure washed over her in waves.

She gasped for breath as she began to recover, her chest heaving with each desperate intake. She felt a little weak and she finally opened her eyes again to peer down at him, her cheeks still pink from pleasure. She was completely naked and bare before him and she had only just now realized that she hadn't gotten a lick of clothing off of him. She wondered idly how he'd managed that. "You know," she panted, "You're still a jackass. You can't just give me mind-blowing oral sex every time you do something stupid."

[genuinepleasure]

He had managed that through very careful conversation and maneuvering. Actually that wasn't even close to being true. This time? This time it was just dumb luck. Though he did know how to make that happen that wasn't the case here. This had just happened based on her telling him her stories and him seeing an opportunity to make up for some of the ground he lost when he blazed in here earlier and started rattling off about how she fucked military dudes. He had also neglected to mention that he was a former military guy, but she already knew that. It was in his file and he had mentioned it once or twice before to her.

Clint pulled back and lifted a hand to wiped his mouth and chin. He smiled up at her and nodded. "That's very true. I'm a jackass." He wasn't even going to try to debate that one. "I can fucking try." Clint reached out to grab the edge of that small table and pulled himself up with his good arm. His other arm hung pitifully mainly because he was in too much pain to move it. "I just wanted to make sure that I was better than your last solider boy, ma'am. I'm very competitive."

[agent_hill]

Maria reached out to take his face in her hands and she kissed him, She was trying to be gentle, but she was having a little trouble with that. She hated that he had successfully gotten her to stop being so mad at him and forgive him, even if just a little. She could taste herself on his lips and it didn't do much to calm her racing heart. When she pulled back, she released a deep sigh. "Fuck you, Clint," she murmured. "And for the record, you were leagues above him. The guy barely knew how to use his tongue. You're doing that again someday when I'm not so pissed off at you."

She gave him one last kiss before she pulled away slightly, but only so she could try to help his arm back into his sling. It was entirely his own doing, but she still felt the need to try and take care of him a little. He could have really done a number on his shoulder and she wasn't about to just let him suffer. "How is it? Did you hurt it more?"