MHA #10- Sunday evening

[throughaphase]

Since Thursday Kitty had 1. found out a past version of her had died here, 2. found out that her sex life was all over the internet, 3. had her powers go wonky again, 4. had her bar turned into a strip club, 5. saw Derek strip which was fine but also really weird, 6. dealt with Stiles being possessed, 7. gotten stabbed, 8. gotten hit on or something by her boyfriend's roommate, and 9. according to radio it looked like she'd gotten cheated on. Oh, and 10. now she had to find a new gym.

So Sunday had Kitty basically saying fuck this weekend, she was not leaving her apartment for any other horrible things to happen. And so the first part of her day was spent alternating eating ice cream, trying to watch Meg Ryan movies from her sofa in a position that didn't aggravate the gaping wound in her side, and if any squirrels said there'd been any tears today they were damn liars.

And then just like that, the pain in her side was gone. After a couple minutes she finally got up to go into the bathroom to take off the bandage and see that yes, it was totally healed, and then she went directly back to the couch (through the wall, thank god) to flop more comfortably on it.


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[so_hawkward]

Yeah, Bruce had nothing on Kitty when it came to kissing, and Clint tried to give back as good as he was getting. He was feeling really grateful, and he wanted that to be clear.

[throughaphase]

That really did seem to ease a lot of the hurt she'd been feeling, and so she decided she might as well find his hand to move to her breast. Because he'd actually done really well with the apologies, and he could be rewarded. And because she liked that whole being wanted feeling. Win/win.

[so_hawkward]

Clint had mentioned he liked breasts, right? Because yes, he liked this very much and if he fondled her a little closely, he was going to assume she didn't mind.

[throughaphase]

Nope, not minding! In fact she made an encouraging noise and leaned into his touch to encourage that sort of thing even as she slid her other hand to the back of his neck.

[so_hawkward]

Clint slid his other hand up to touch her with both of them, making an encouraging noise of his own to try to make it clear that he was enjoying it and wanted her.

[throughaphase]

With a sigh, Kitty nipped at his lip before moving to turn her attention to his neck. And oh yes, he was totally going to walk away from this with marks. If he didn't, she wasn't doing her job correctly.

[so_hawkward]

Did Clint mind being marked up? Noooo, not at all. "Ooh, hey there," he said, tilting his head. "Do you wanna... flat surface or..." Shhh coherent talking was getting harder by the minute here.

[throughaphase]

"You decide. I'm busy," she said in between nips.

[so_hawkward]

Oh and he wasn't about to interrupt her. The couch would do for now, and Clint tried to guide her over there without stopping touching her or pulling her away from his neck. He really, really didn't mind what she was doing.

[throughaphase]

She was so focused on what she was doing that she was only barely aware of where they were going, so she was pretty easy to move. Also, she was trying to multitask by getting her hands under his shirt so there was that.

[so_hawkward]

Clint stopped just long enough to pull back, pull his shirt off, and toss it behind them. "Better?"

[throughaphase]

"So much," she murmured, focusing on his collarbone and letting her hands wander for a moment. And if she was going to make him deal with her clothes, she didn't think she could be blamed.

[so_hawkward]

Clint was just going to lean into the touch for a minute, because he was maybe a bit of a contact addict. Then he put his hands on Kitty's waist and tried to get under her shirt too.

[throughaphase]

She would be very happy to give him all the contact he could handle. But that was going to have to wait a second, because first she had to lift her arms to be all helpful with the shirt.

[so_hawkward]

"Aww, you're so nice making this easy for me," Clint said, pulling her shirt off and getting his hands right back on her breasts because they were fun to touch and a way to keep guiding her back to the couch. Bonus!

[throughaphase]

"And you should remember that," she teased, letting herself be guided till her legs found the couch. "And also I think I'm getting the better end of this deal."

[so_hawkward]

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm pretty fond of my end," Clint said, guiding her down to the couch so he could look her over.

[throughaphase]

"...Mostly sure," Kitty said, watching him. "Never stop looking at me like that."

[so_hawkward]

"Like I'm not sure where I want to start touching?" Clint asked, settling for keeping his hands to himself for the moment to get his pants off. Pants were stupid and totally in the way right now.

[throughaphase]

"Exactly like that." And since she agreed with the narrative, she worked to get her own pants off, though she was a bit focused on what he was doing with his. "I guess 'everywhere' isn't an option?"

[so_hawkward]

"'Everywhere' is definitely an option, but it might take me a while," Clint said. He smirked as he tossed his pants aside. He could figure out where everything ended up later. "I mean, if you've got time..."

[throughaphase]

"I don't really have anywhere to be..." Kitty said, reaching for him. Sure she'd been halfway through a Meg Ryan movie but she didn't really need it anymore. "Are you busy?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint let her grab him and leaned down over her, trying to leave some marks of his own on her neck. "Not at all. I've got tons of time for you."

[throughaphase]

Well now she was really distracted, but managed a sighed, "Best answer," anyway.