25 Unicorn Street- Saturday later evening

[throughaphase]

After the whole mess with Venom- and really? They had to deal with Venom now?- and getting that settled, Kitty went to Clint's, because there was no one to bitch to at her apartment and all she was going to do there was get mad there anyway.

True, she'd probably just get mad here too but at least she'd have eye candy. Sorry for the objectification, Clint.

She poked her head in through the front door and groused, "I've had a day."

And she thought he'd better be there. She'd be pissed if she just talked to an empty room.


[For the eye candy!]

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[throughaphase]

"Mm hm." This was definitely starting to help her mood a little. "Now kiss me."

[so_hawkward]

Clint made a noise of contentment as he kissed Kitty, taking a chance and slipping a hand along her stomach and up.

[throughaphase]

"Don't recall asking you to do that," she murmured against his lips. "Not that I'm asking you to stop."

[so_hawkward]

"Thought I'd practice mind reading," he said quietly, slipping his hand a little higher. "But I'll take more commands."

[throughaphase]

"Get your shirt off," she said, because she could only get at so much skin like this. "Then keep doing what you're doing.'

[so_hawkward]

Clint pulled back just enough to get his shirt off and then leaned back in, running his hands over Kitty's chest. "Yes ma'am," he said with a smirk.

[throughaphase]

Trying not to dislodge his hands, Kitty moved so that she could straddle his lap. "That's better."

[so_hawkward]

Clint made a low, pleased noise as he looked her over. "Yeah, this is much, much better." If nothing else, it gave him a lot easier access to keep touching her and kissing her neck.

[throughaphase]

"I can make it even better than that," she sighed, reaching back to unhook her bra.

[so_hawkward]

The way they communicated was a big reason Clint and Kitty had managed to stay together so long, but also? Clint still got a little caveman-y when he saw Kitty like this, because damn. "Much, much better," he said again. "How do you want me to touch you?"

[throughaphase]

"Start like this," she said, taking his hands to place on her breasts. Maybe a little obvious, but she really liked his hands there.

[so_hawkward]

Clint didn't mind the direction at all, and he moved his thumb over her breasts in small circles. "Is this helping?" he asked.

[throughaphase]

Kitty closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Yeah, that's... helping a lot," she sighed.

[so_hawkward]

Clint flexed his arms a little, since that sort of thing usually helped too, and leaned in to kiss between her breasts. "See? This is so much better than stressing out," he said proudly.

[throughaphase]

"Yeah," she said a little distractedly, dragging her fingers over his back. "Obviously you should keep this up."

[so_hawkward]

"You're really hot when you're doing this in charge thing," Clint said. "For the record."

[throughaphase]

"That's because you like getting bossed around a little," Kitty countered.

[so_hawkward]

Hey now, comments like that were going to make the tips of Clint's ears turn red as he tried to keep a straight face. "Only when it's by a hot woman," he protested.

[throughaphase]

That was a reaction she was going to remember. "Okay," she said, "then I want your mouth on me."

[so_hawkward]

Clint grinned and leaned in to kiss her neck a few times, before moving on to gently nibbling and sucking. This was so the best day ever with him getting to do what he was really good at.

[throughaphase]

Kitty let out a little moan, sliding her hand up to the back of his neck and instructing him, "Harder." Apparently today's frustrations meant she was more than okay with him being a little rougher than usual.

[so_hawkward]

Clint moaned too, and sucked harder, enough to probably leave a nice mark on Kitty's neck. If she wanted rougher, that's what she was going to get.

[throughaphase]

"Yeah, like that," she gasped, letting her fingers grip his hair in what she hoped was encouragement.

[so_hawkward]

Ooh yeah, that was very encouraging, and Clint wrapped his arms around her tighter and picked another spot to suck and bite at. Sorry not sorry about those marks, Kitty!

[throughaphase]

By the sounds she was making, Kitty wasn't sorry, either. In fact, she tilted her head for him and rolled her hips against his a little, just to let him know he was on the right track.