Kenzi was still upset about it. Even so long after the actual incident, it bothered her that Bo would pull that shit on Clint of all people. Sure, okay, Bo had no idea what Clint had been through. Not many people did. Actually, most of the people that knew what happened were either dead or in some super secret government facility. It was instinct. A succubus gets hungry, she has to feed. It was the fact that Bo, with all her control and all her new powers, chose to take advantage of Clint like he was just some jerk off the street.
Bo had never fed off of Kenzi. Not once. They were too close. She was family. And Bo knew that the one thing Kenzi hates the most about the fae is when they treat her like nothing more than a snack with privileges. It was the fact that she used Clint like food. No permission, no anything. And then he'd moved out
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The happiness was definitely a mutual thing. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to kissing him, and she kind of hoped that she wouldn't. That way, she'd never take it for granted. And it wasn't like she hadn't thought about/dreamed of/wished for this before. Holy damn, it's really happening.
"No one else I'd rather be stuck with, circus boy." Her grin mimics his as her hands slide down his chest and grip his waist, tugging him towards the bedroom. "I've been putting up with your lame ass long enough to know how to deal with you. You're just as stuck."
She kisses him again, releasing her grip and moving in closer. Her mouth finds his jaw and then his neck as she trails her hands up his back. Holy freakin back muscles, batman. Why is he allowed to be so gorgeous and also wonderful and hilarious and beyond nice and always there for her-- clearly Clint cheats at life. No one can be that perfect. But he totally is.
"Goddamn. Just shut up and show me how good your aim is."
Bo had never fed off of Kenzi. Not once. They were too close. She was family. And Bo knew that the one thing Kenzi hates the most about the fae is when they treat her like nothing more than a snack with privileges. It was the fact that she used Clint like food. No permission, no anything. And then he'd moved out ( ... )
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"No one else I'd rather be stuck with, circus boy." Her grin mimics his as her hands slide down his chest and grip his waist, tugging him towards the bedroom. "I've been putting up with your lame ass long enough to know how to deal with you. You're just as stuck."
She kisses him again, releasing her grip and moving in closer. Her mouth finds his jaw and then his neck as she trails her hands up his back. Holy freakin back muscles, batman. Why is he allowed to be so gorgeous and also wonderful and hilarious and beyond nice and always there for her-- clearly Clint cheats at life. No one can be that perfect. But he totally is.
"Goddamn. Just shut up and show me how good your aim is."
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