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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2-5.

[genuinepleasure]

Clint had a big mouth. He tended to let his mouth get away from him. He almost always said something that tended to get him on someone's bad side. It was mostly agent that he didn't care to associate with anyways. He tended to keep his stupidness in check around Natasha because he was terrified of her killing him. Actually that was wrong. He wasn't afraid of that, but he was well aware of how hard she actually hit. He didn't need a smack. The point was that Clint tended to run his mouth almost all the time. He never really noticed the consequences that seemed to hover over his bad decisions. He would have to start though

[agent_hill]

Ever since that night, Maria hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. It was one thing to mention that he was a little promiscuous -- something that she had already suspected -- but it was another thing entirely to start going into detail. There may have been more than one female agent reassigned to latrine duty this last week.

And then to tell her about Natasha. It drove her a little insane, to be completely honest, and she didn't like any of it. She didn't like being this person, being completely possessive and jealous of these women that Clint had once slept with. It wasn't fair and she didn't know how to stop. That was when she had to face the fact that, whatever this was between the two of them, it wasn't as light-hearted as they both were trying to convince themselves. It was even worse when she'd heard how Clint's mission had gone south

[genuinepleasure]

She caught him round the front of his t-shirt and he was suddenly being yanked into her quarters. He grunted and stumbled along until they were clear and the door was shut behind him. She let him go and Clint stumbled backward. He caught himself and nodded slowly. "I want you to fuckin' listen to me. No more kicking me out cause that's dumb. I'm trying to explain my side here and you're not making it easy at all. You keep avoiding me and trying to get away. Now you can't go anywhere. You're stuck here and you gotta listen to what I have to say, Maria." He didn't call her Commander, Hill or even ma'am. His tone was no longer joking and silly.

Clint no longer had the ability to censor himself. It may have seemed like Clint was just running off at the mouth, but everything Clint verbalized was carefully chosen. He constantly made sure to keep from saying what he was feeling. He always talked around that stuff. He avoided coming out and admitting his problem to them. "I--probably shouldn't have told you about that stuff." This was Clint

[agent_hill]

She could feel herself starting to give in, to start feeling sorry for him with his pathetic sling and those stupid eyes of his. The way he was looking at her and the way he called her Maria, all of it made her want to break right then and there. To kiss him and tell him that everything was fine. He was even more or less admitting that he was wrong. That is, until he decided to go there.

"Excuse me?" she hissed, narrowing her eyes dangerously at him. She folded her arms and took almost something of a fighting stance. Did he seriously think that this was going to help his case? Calling her a slut, essentially? "I fail to see how that is relevant. Last time I checked, you don't even know who any of those men are, nor will you ever have to confront them on a daily basis, Barton."

[genuinepleasure]

Oh. Wow. Yeah. Clint saw his mistake there. She looked mad. Even in this state he could see that she was upset, but that only made him want to challenge her more. He puffed up his chest and tried to look at big as possible. Maybe she wouldn't hit him then. It was a very stupid defensive tactic, but he didn't know how to fix being a big mouthed asshole right now. It wasn't like he could take it back because it was sort of true. He just didn't mean for it to come out like that and to imply anything.

"I was just trying to show that we aren't so different!" Fuck. He was not getting out of this alive. "So wait. If I had fucked multiple people off the base that would make this okay?" Is that was she was telling him because it seemed like what she was telling him. "Seriously why military men though? Not every guy in a uniform is a hero, Maria." Oh god. Why can't he just shut up and stop making it worse? Without a filter apparently it could get devastatingly worse. "Why don't you tell me about 'em. Make this even."

[agent_hill]

She couldn't believe him. If it weren't for that fucking sling, she might've hit him already. She would have made it hurt, too. She was having a hard time that Clint was actually this stupid, though.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, practally spitting. "You want me to tell you every agonizing detail of all the men who've fucked me on dirty army bases? Or in the back of a men's bathroom in a bar? Is that what you really want, because we can do that. If you want to know what a fucking whore I am, I don't have any problems telling you."

[genuinepleasure]

That was certainly detailed. Clint flinched a little and shook his head quickly. This little explanation was not turning out how he wanted. He did not see it taking this turn when he geared up to come here. He clearly should have kept his mouth shut while he was this high on the painkillers. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of his next statement. He didn't want to slip up and piss her off again. He probably should start on assuring her that he didn't think she was a whore even in the slightest. He was still just a little upset though. "First of all we need to chill the fuck out with you assuming I think you're a whore because that thought never entered my mind before." He probably should have said that nicer, but it was the truth

[agent_hill]

Maria fumed, her arms folded under her chest again. Regardless of if she'd just put the word 'whore' into his mouth, he had succeeded in making her feel pretty fucking useless. He'd found a sensitive spot and twisted, whether he knew it or not.

"You really think that telling you all my dirty secrets is going to make this better, Clint?" she asked him, still wondering what the hell was wrong with him. "It's just going to make me forget everything because, what. It'll make us 'even?' I don't want to be even, Clint, I just. I don't want to be afraid of whose ass you're staring at."

[genuinepleasure]

What the hell was happening here? When was Clint staring at random ass? He hadn't done that since they started having sex. Okay. So maybe he had examined a female agents, but that was way earlier in this little sex thing. Whatever this was he hadn't intentionally been trying to check other women out. He glanced a few times, but he hadn't done that in months. That was good right? Dedication to her ass and only her ass. He could do without the other ones honestly. Hers was the one that looked really good in that jumpsuit. Like very good. A guy could get distracted for hours just watching it.

"I don't know. It sounded like it might help. Though to be fair I'm not even a hundred percent sure why you look like you wanna stab me. I never said that I thought you were a whore or any of that. Cause if you think you are then I really must be one to you." Clint had sex. He had a healthy sexual appetite. So what? "It doesn't matter if you fucked some soldier boys. I mean as long as you're not fucking them now. That would be pretty damn awkward."

[agent_hill]

She hadn't meant specifically, she hadn't actually caught him staring at anyone's ass. At least not recently. She just meant in general, she didn't want to worry if Clint was going to start looking elsewhere. Before the actual knowledge that Clint had fucked half the helicarrier, she hadn't felt the need to think about it. But now all she could do was sit and think about whether or not he liked any of them better than her. It was ridiculous, she knew that. She had never been this girl before, and yet here she was. To be fair, she'd never grown attached to anyone like she was starting to with Clint. It scared her.

"I don't want to stab you, Clint," she huffed, her lips pressed thin. Hit? Yes. Stab? Not exactly. "And I don't think you're a whore, but I'm starting to kind of think you're an idiot. Of course I'm not fucking anyone else, I'm with you."

And there it was. It had kind of slipped out, but it was by no means a lie. They had never discussed exclusivity, but Maria had gotten there all on her own. She didn't want anyone else.

[genuinepleasure]

At least she didn't want to stab him. That was an accomplishment. He didn't want to get shanked changing shifts on the bridge or in another area of the helicarrier. It would be really unfortunate to explain to the infirmary that Commander Maria Hill stabbed him because he was an idiot. He was willing to concede that he had been a complete and total idiot a few moments ago. Clint did smile when she repeated what he thought. "I never claimed to be that smart about this stuff." Being romantic was not something Clint Barton had mastered. That kind of stuff was confusing and hard for him to wrap his head around.

Clint was just going to take a gloss over what she had just said. He didn't know how to really fucking approach that. He was really lost. He smiled a rather goofy grin and leaned in towards her. She didn't look that mad anymore, but she also didn't look too excited by him. He was just going to push his luck a little bit. This is what he did as a specialty though. "Just a quick question. What other places have you done it in?"

[agent_hill]

She blinked up at him, totally caught off guard. Was he trying to flirt with her? Now? What did it matter where else she had done it? She looked into his eyes, brows furrowed slightly. If he was trying to get her less angry, it wasn't really working. With his stupid face and his stupid hair and that fucking smile. How dare he.

"The bridge, in the middle of my night shift," she drawled pursing her lips. He would have to work harder if he wanted more information out of her. She wasn't sure how she felt about him getting off to the ways she'd been fucked in the past. She thought she kind of liked it.

[genuinepleasure]

Would he be having a little late night fun to those thoughts on his own? Maybe? How dare she insinuate that he was doing that though. It was very rude. He was not a complete animal, but he wasn't going to let her get away with that answer. He already had that mental picture from their rendezvous. He had been the one to instigate it. He wanted something he didn't really know about it. The idea of her in her uniform from back then kind of just clouded Clint's rational thought. Oh man. She must have been super hot in the combat boots looking all scary and giving orders. Similar to what they had here, but a little rougher judging by the atmosphere.

He almost brought up the places where he had engaged in sexual acts, but he figured that might not sit well with her. She might unleash on him again. He didn't really want that to happen again. He was just going to have to push her to it in another way. "Well, that was certainly an interesting night. What else have you got, gorgeous? Anything good or was the bathroom the best you got?" What

[agent_hill]

She narrowed her eyes at him. He knew how to get under her skin far too well, she decided. It really gave him an unfair advantage. Nevertheless, he was there now and she wanted to rise to the challenge. Wanted to see that look he got when he had something dirty on his mind. She liked that look a little too much. Besides, he really did deserve it.

"Oh, far from it," she replied, her voice low. She was practically purring at him. A dangerous purr, but a purr nonetheless. "You wouldn't believe some of the places I've gotten it. The many ways. Is that what you want to hear?"

She stepped closer to him, setting her hands on her hips. They were so close in height, especially with her taller boots, that her lips were mere inches from his. Her eyes studied his features, watching his expression carefully.

[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

[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?"