|"… but I love you."|
"You… You do?"
"Of course I do, Bruce." He reached up, brushing his thumb over the man’s cheek. "How could I not?"
After one last kiss, Logan sighed and drew back, grabbing a bar of soap to actually get cleaned up. ”You know, I’d like to promise that we’ll never go through a dry spell like that again, but makin’ promises these days is not easy.” He hated it, that was for sure. Not knowing from one day to the next what was going to happen. There was always the possibility that everyday could be Clint’s last. He’d never say it out loud, but the thought was always there, in the back of his mind.
Especially now that he knew a bite from one of those undead assholes wasn’t going to do a damn thing to him. If Clint was gone, he’d be left alone in a world of walking, rotting corpses.
"Let’s get washed up and get out of here. I could use another drink."
Clint snorted and nodded, reaching for a bottle of Stark’s leftover shampoo. He couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that ran through him, brought on by more than just the alcohol, sex, and hot water. He didn’t have to worry about losing Logan—not ever again. There wouldn’t be another night where he had to sleep alone, wondering if he’d ever see him alive again.
That, in itself, was more than Clint could ever have dreamed of.
Both of them clean, Clint shut off the water and stepped out on the plush rug, grabbing a towel and passing it to Logan before picking one up for himself. Dry, he wrapped it around his waist. Why bother with clothes when he only planned on having Logan take them off again later?
"C’mon, hot stuff. Let’s get you another drink."
|]I'll say will you marry me/ I swear that I will mean it/ I'll say will you marry me|
Clint pulled him into a warm hug, gentle and loving with his arms wrapped around Jasper and his lips trailing kisses over his jaw. “I love you. I could say it a thousand times, Jas, and it wouldn’t be enough.” He pulled back, tilting Jasper’s chin up and pressing his lips against his lovers in a deep kiss.
It would be hard to tell, and he would never admit it, but Jasper may have been blushing slightly. “Clint I know I don’t say it very often, but you know I love you, right?” It wasn’t often that Jasper sounded unsure of himself. It wasn’t often that he was unsure of himself. But Clint managed to constantly keep him on his toes.
Clint smiled and nodded. “Yeah, Jas,” he replied honestly. “I know.” He pulled him close, kissing his lips in an effort to wipe away the man’s worries.
|"I didn’t do it."|
"Who else would have left something riddled with arrows, Clint?"
"Poor little rich boys, my ass," he mumbled, a little darkly. So maybe he was cranky. Maybe he wasn’t sleeping. But when you’re working two side jobs just to make sure you have enough money to buy food and pay for the tune up your bike’s needed for the last two years, something’s gotta be cut out of your schedule. Clint chose sleep.
She still have no idea why he couldn’t swallow his pride and ask for a raise. The Avengers had proven themselves valuable assets, and Clint had proven himself a valuable agent. Why not ask to be compensated?
"You look like a zombie." Tasha commented casually. "I’m worried you’re going to start looking from brains to nibble on."
He wrinkled his nose. “Don’t think you gotta worry about that just yet.” He made his way over to her couch, dropping down onto it with a huff. “What day is it?” he asked, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He’d been working so much lately that the days had all started to blur together.
|"You can’t just leave!"|
"What do you want me to do, Felicia?! Seriously, tell me, because I’ve got nothin’."
She laughed, not full but one none the less. “That’s parenthood.” One hand went instinctively over her belly. “Do you really think this little one could grow up without knowing you?”
She was right, and he knew it. It wouldn’t make him any better than his father to leave. He turned back, grey eyes locking on hers. In silence, he stepped back over to her and dropped to his knees, pressing a kiss to her stomach before resting his forehead there. “I’m sorry.”
If she was honest with herself, it won’t have surprised her if he had continued to go out the door. But he hadn’t. Instead, he was resting his head next to their child. She knew she wasn’t far enough along, but she swore she felt something stir. “Hey, we’ll figure it out together. Ok?”
He nodded, looking up at her. “Felicia, I….” He trailed off. It’d only be cheap to say it now, wouldn’t it? After he’d been so close to walking out? “Anything you need, anything at all. You say the word, and it’s yours.” No matter what it costs.
|Oops I dropped my fork...|
"Oops. I dropped my fork…" - oral/fingering during dinner!
The table was set for the dinner: cranberry, stuffing, and of course turkey. Everything was prefect, or so Felicia hoped. It was the first time Clint had been over to her apartment and she was nervous.
She spent the whole day making sure things looked right: the apartment, her dress, the not-so-home-cooked meal.The past few minutes had just been just tweaking and retweaking. Nothing was better than when the knock finally came.
"Hey Clint. Come on in."
"No, it’s fine. I’m not either," She swallowed. "Just making sure your comfortable, you know?" And making herself even more nervous by how things were going.
Clint could tell she was nervous, and hell, he was too. He reached across the table, covering her hand with his own. “Thanks for askin’ me over, Felicia.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he smiled at her.
Felicia paused before looking up at him. She smiled, turning her hand to hold his properly. “You’re welcome.” Leaning over, she gave him a quick kiss.
He grinned at the kiss, giving her a wink before he looked down at the spread of food on the table. He reached for a bowl of mashed potatoes, dishing out a hearty helping onto his plate. “Christ, you must’ve been working on this for days.”
|"Wait a minute, you're getting naked and you weren't going to tell me? How's that fair?"|
She grinned. “You know now, don’t you? Besides, that look you get is too good to pass up.”
He hummed, sliding his hands over her hips. “I say we start here,” he said, catching the hem of her tank top and tugging it up over her head. His lips caught hers, kissing slow and deep.
She laughed. “Sounds good to me.” She lifted her arms over her head and around his neck as she kissed back.
Clint hummed into her kiss, pulling her closer and sliding his hands down to cup her ass.
Felicia grinned as the distance between them lessened. Her hands moved downed his shoulders and flattened over his chest.
Clint nipped at her lips, giving the bottom one a gentle tug as his hands slid up along her back to work open the clasp of her bra. His hands traced along her arms, pulling the straps along with them.
|"This is a whole new kind of kinky, babe," Clint said with a smirk as he set about picking the lock on the cell door.|
"Ha ha," she didn’t have her usual humor, but who would when they were chained up. "Just hurry up and get me out of here."
"So impatient." The lock clicked and he pulled the door open, moving to work next on the chains. "Miss me?" He dropped a kiss to her cheek.
"Can you blame me?" The click was a relief to her ears. One down, one to go. She smiled at Clint. "Trust me, I’ve never been happier to see you."
The grin on his face was short lived as the sound of shouts and running feet echoed down the hall. “Time to go!” he muttered under his breath, fingers working a little more quickly to get the lock on the chains undone. When it finally clicked free, he gave a grunt of victory and helped her shed the bonds. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
|"Don't make me beg"|
"Nope." Tasha refused to hand the present over to him. "You decided to go out of town,around Christmas, and you didn’t even talk to me about it. to make sure something really important wasn’t happening around Christmas, so no, you can’t have your present.”
"Hey, if you have special major plans for the holidays, you gotta inform me ahead of time. I’m in high demand."
She simply scowled, pulling the present away from him. “You and Logan. Both gone when the baby is going to be born.” C-sectioned. Whatever. “Why don’t you take Steve along? Fuck, take James to, just leave me all alone.”
Sure, she could reschedule it, but she knows James is already planning all the ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ Stuff. “It’s not like you didn’t know I was pregnant and planning to have the baby as soon as it was safe, Clint.”
Well, shit. He sighed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. “Hey. I’m sorry, Tasha,” he whispered softly. He kissed the top of her head. “Y’know I wouldn’t intentionally miss this. You knowthat.”
"I know that.” She nearly wiggled away from him but wiggling was on that huge list of ‘do not do this and this and that and anything resembling those other things.’ Natasha nearly pouted, shaking her head. “I’ can’t change the date, Clint. James is so excited and…” She picked her head up a bit. “So am I. I want this baby. I want to meet them and hold them and name them and I want to be a mom. As soon as we can.”
Clint sighed, reaching up to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll make it up to you, somehow. I know how much it means to you that we’re here for this, but…” He shrugged. “Things with Logan and I…we don’t get to see each other enough, not really. And we hardly get to spend time together, with or without Ana. We need this trip.” He gave her a smile. “I can try and make sure we’re back in time to spend New Year’s Eve with you and Barnes and the little ass-kicker.” He gave her belly a gentle poke.