MHA #10- Sunday evening

[throughaphase]

Kitty was finding she'd really missed all the stuff that came with the beginning of a relationship. The feeling of just being happy with it, wanting to see someone all the time, and just thinking that everything was great because of it all.

What she hadn't missed was like that slightly self-conscious, completely-not-nervous-really feeling of making sure anything potentially embarrassing or messy had been dealt with before he came over. There were a few things that'd just been shoved into a closet because it was too early to really look like she was a nineteen-year-old who lived on her own and didn't usually get visitors.

So if Kitty was checking over to her apartment until Clint arrived to make sure she looked like an adult, really, then that would be why.


[For that guy!]

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[so_hawkward]

Clint kissed Kitty back a little harder. "Trust me, if I'm with you, I'm enjoying myself. It's a given at this point."

[throughaphase]

He was good for her ego and general happy feelings.

"I just like confirmation. Besides, it's a huge turn-on," she said, going in for another longer kiss.

[so_hawkward]

Well, clearly Clint had to moan at that, if it meant turning her on and making her feel good. Making that happen as often as possible seemed like an excellent goal.

[throughaphase]

Kitty slipped her hand to the back of his head, and if the sound she made seemed maybe a little satisfied that she was getting sounds out of him, that's because it totally was.

[so_hawkward]

Clint tried to pull her close as they kissed, wanting to feel how their bodies pressed together without all the pesky clothes in the way. Really, they could just stay like this for a while, and Kitty would get all the noises she wanted.

[throughaphase]

For as much as Kitty wanted to take this further, any amount of closeness with Clint just felt good. And it meant she could try to map his body with her hands while she could actually focus on that task.

[so_hawkward]

Clint didn't have to make himself moan now, not with the way Kitty's hands felt on him, and he was caught between wanting to push a little and take things further, and wanting to just enjoy what he was getting at the moment.

[throughaphase]

Trying to find some kind of compromise there, Kitty let one hand wander to the waistband of his pants, just as a signal that she was starting to think that clothing was getting to be unnecessary. She told him his sounds were a turn-on...

[so_hawkward]

That was a clear enough signal to penetrate how turned on Clint was getting, and he looked up at Kitty with a grin. "Do you want to maybe take this somewhere else?" he asked. "Possibly without the rest of our clothes on?"

[throughaphase]

Kitty smiled back at him. "Yeah. But without the 'maybe' and the 'possibly.'"

[so_hawkward]

Clint leaned up and gave Kitty a kiss. "I like a woman who's certain about what she wants."

[throughaphase]

"Maybe I should have said this weeks ago, then," she teased, reluctantly getting up and offering a hand.

[so_hawkward]

"If I'd known you wanted to do this weeks ago, I would have said something too," Clint said. He took her hand gladly and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

[throughaphase]

Kitty looked thoughtful. "Obviously we have to make up for all this time we spent dumbly quiet somehow, then."

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, I can think of a few ways," Clint said with a wicked look. "But they all involve your bed. I say you lead the way."

[throughaphase]

"Best incentive ever," she smiled, tugging him towards the bedroom.