FIC: cupid painted blind (PG - drunken conversations, UST, buddycops, a pinch of h/c)workerbee73February 19 2013, 22:29:25 UTC
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." - Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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"Hold still."
"It hurts."
"I'm going to tell people, you know."
"That Hawkeye's unfortunate demise came at the hands of his partner?"
"That the Black Widow has a boo-boo face."
She gave him a pretty pout, then winced. "I want more sake."
"Haven't you had most of the bottle by now?"
"Only what you didn't drink." Natasha frowned. "I can still feel my fingertips." She pressed a hand to the bruise forming on her cheek. "And I can still feel this."
"The other guy looked worse though."
"They always do."
Clint chuckled, reaching up to cradle her jaw. He felt her tense.
"Am I hurting you?"
Her voice was unsteady. "No."
"Hold still then." He pressed the damp cloth to her bottom lip, dabbing away the blood and trying to relieve a bit of the swelling. He ignored the way her breath hitched and he sure as hell ignored the almost overpowering urge to pull her closer.
Re: FIC: cupid painted blind (PG - drunken conversations, UST, buddycops, a pinch of h/c)jacedesbffFebruary 20 2013, 01:52:53 UTC
As a writer, I may or may not have a bit of a reputation as a Fluff Queen, so the recent posts of you and Bob are definitely warming the cockles of my fluffy, fluffy heart. :D
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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"Hold still."
"It hurts."
"I'm going to tell people, you know."
"That Hawkeye's unfortunate demise came at the hands of his partner?"
"That the Black Widow has a boo-boo face."
She gave him a pretty pout, then winced. "I want more sake."
"Haven't you had most of the bottle by now?"
"Only what you didn't drink." Natasha frowned. "I can still feel my fingertips." She pressed a hand to the bruise forming on her cheek. "And I can still feel this."
"The other guy looked worse though."
"They always do."
Clint chuckled, reaching up to cradle her jaw. He felt her tense.
"Am I hurting you?"
Her voice was unsteady. "No."
"Hold still then." He pressed the damp cloth to her bottom lip, dabbing away the blood and trying to relieve a bit of the swelling. He ignored the way her breath hitched and he sure as hell ignored the almost overpowering urge to pull her closer.
Off limits, Barton, a voice ( ... )
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Promptathon bets FTW. And thank you. I'm pretty sure dialogue is my favorite-ist thing in the whole wide world. <3
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(And I'm not even commenting on the whole cupid image ...)
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Anything I can do for the sake of good literature... ;)
So glad you enjoyed!
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\o/
**flails around like a crazyperson**
(and dude, this song kind of gives me everything for this fic:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qcw-MIi8S_4)
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