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]

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.