You are my:
[] Acquaintance
[x] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[x] Love Interest
[] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[] Other
I think you’re:
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[] Pretty
[] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[x] Sexy
[x] Hot
We should:
[] Fight
[x] Kiss
[] Make love
[] Text
[x] Watch films
I:
[] Like You
[] Hate You
[x] Love You
[] Think you’re …
I secretly:
[] Hate You
[x] Love You
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …
Should you reblog this?
[] Yes
[] No
[x] Meh
[text] kk. I’m going to be very stoned afterward
[text] I don’t mind the least, see you then.
She didn’t say anything during the drive over, too busy twisting her hands together and trying her best not to be afraid. She didn’t like pain, and she didn’t know how she was going to respond to anaesthetic, and in general she was pretty scared.
Turned out there was no need to be; the entire operation went smoothly and simply, with no complications. She came back out to the waiting room, wobbling slightly, and gave Clint a half smile — half because half her face was numb from the local anaesthetic.
Clint rose and smiled back at you warmly as you came. “So how did it go? Everything alright?” He kisses your non numb cheek gently before wrapping his arm around you. “Ready to leave or do want to sit for bit ?”
Summer glared vaguely at Clint before shaking her head and pointing at her throat. There wasn’t going to be any talking for her for at least a few hours. She pulled him toward the door, bag of medicines clutched in the other hand.
[text] I have to have a tooth out. can you drop me off and pick me up after? I’m not supposed to drive under the drugs
[text] Sure, what time you need a lift? Oh and do you want me to get you anything for later?
[text] the appointment’s at 3. I don’t know when we’ll be done.
[text] I’ll pick you up 2:30 okay ? I’ll wait, there’s this book I have been meaning to read.
[text] kk. I’m going to be very stoned afterward
[text] I don’t mind the least, see you then.
She didn’t say anything during the drive over, too busy twisting her hands together and trying her best not to be afraid. She didn’t like pain, and she didn’t know how she was going to respond to anaesthetic, and in general she was pretty scared.
Turned out there was no need to be; the entire operation went smoothly and simply, with no complications. She came back out to the waiting room, wobbling slightly, and gave Clint a half smile — half because half her face was numb from the local anaesthetic.
[text] I have to have a tooth out. can you drop me off and pick me up after? I’m not supposed to drive under the drugs
[text] Sure, what time you need a lift? Oh and do you want me to get you anything for later?
[text] the appointment’s at 3. I don’t know when we’ll be done.
[text] I’ll pick you up 2:30 okay ? I’ll wait, there’s this book I have been meaning to read.
[text] kk. I’m going to be very stoned afterward
[text] I have to have a tooth out. can you drop me off and pick me up after? I’m not supposed to drive under the drugs
[text] Sure, what time you need a lift? Oh and do you want me to get you anything for later?
[text] the appointment’s at 3. I don’t know when we’ll be done.
[text] I have to have a tooth out. can you drop me off and pick me up after? I’m not supposed to drive under the drugs
Summer looked up from the ornament box she was digging through, smiling slowly. “Hmm? How would you like me, then?” A mischievous glitter lit her eyes. “Naked with a bow? In a gorgeous dress on your arm? Making you beg me for mercy? Putting snow down your back?”
Summer purred, nipping at Clint’s mouth. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered.
“You, I want you.” He kissed a trail up your neck, nibbled on your ears and finished with a deep kiss on your mouth.
She sighed, drawing back and smiling at him gently. “I like details, darling. I don’t like having to decide everything.”
“I want you laying on my bed naked, not counting the big silver bow tied around your waist. I want to feed you delicious treats and spoil you. I enjoy foreplay, so there would be a lot of kissing, massage and cuddling among other activities. Not everything has to lead to an actual intercourse. I want to learn about your body, to know what you like and what you don’t. I also want you to learn some of mine as well. I want to envelop you with attention.” Clint lists things he wants to do.
“All that, right now?” Her smile went sideways. “No, never mind. You do as you like, then, Clint.” She ran her hands down along his arms with a light touch, gathering his hands in hers and lifting them to her mouth. Each calloused fingertip received a kiss.
“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”
“Find me somewhere that serves hot chocolate and you’re on.” She puts the laptop aside and tumbles off the couch gracelessly, arms and legs everywhere. Shaking her hair out of her face, she finds her boots and a coat and pulls them on, explaining, “I’m not the caffeine addict Tony is. I don’t actually like coffee or tea. That’s why there’s that tin of chocolate in the kitchen, it’s mine.”
Clint chuckles a bit seeing you tumble down but before he can help, you manage to get up yourself. “Let’s go then. I’m sure we’ll find a place that serves hot chocolate for you.” He offers his hand for you to hold and opens the door with his other one. “Oh so that’s yours, do you have any specific brand you like?”
“Ghiradelli. It’s expensive, but /so/ worth it.” Summer bypasses Clint’s hand and slips out the door. “Come on,” she shouts back, heading to the elevator. She wonders briefly if he’s living in the Tower, now, and where, and asks him while Jarvis takes them smoothly down.
Clint makes a note of the brand in his head and follows after you. “I don’t think I have tasted that before, maybe I could have a sip next time ?” he mentions as he catches up.
“Well I have a small flat of my own but I come here to spend time with you all. Tony did show me the guest room before though and I have bunked there some nights,” he adds and thinks would Tony ever ask him to stay. He was offered the room for a night to clear his head after all.
Summer leads the way outside, through the private halls, because Stark Tower is still one of the headquarters of Stark Industries, after all, and it’s impolite to interrupt the staff. She casts a bemused glance at Clint. “You’re in hiding, afraid for being hunted, and you come here to hang out? Are you actively trying to get yourself killed?” Her tone makes it clear she’s teasing, but there’s still an element of truth in her words. Sooner or later, he’s bound to be spotted by someone he doesn’t want to be seen by.
abrupt vision of any of Summer’s lovers coming in to find her in a morning when they were not together, and finding her blanketted up to her nose in cats in various attitudes. And he just stands there, and starts to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, as pointed ears pop up all over the bed, and big eyes stare at him.
Summer looked up from the ornament box she was digging through, smiling slowly. “Hmm? How would you like me, then?” A mischievous glitter lit her eyes. “Naked with a bow? In a gorgeous dress on your arm? Making you beg me for mercy? Putting snow down your back?”
“That’s not at all how it works. The more you kiss me, the more I’m tempted.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, turning her face into his hand. “Come on,” she whispered.
“That works for me,” the hawk hummed and leaned in for another kiss. He could never get enough of you and your kisses.
Summer purred, nipping at Clint’s mouth. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered.
“You, I want you.” He kissed a trail up your neck, nibbled on your ears and finished with a deep kiss on your mouth.
She sighed, drawing back and smiling at him gently. “I like details, darling. I don’t like having to decide everything.”