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"Want some coffee?"
"Hm?" Kate didn't move her eyes away from the newspaper, which was entirely occuping the kitchen isle.
"Katie. Coffee." Clint said as he left a hot mug full of coffee on top of an article about hunger in the United States. "Drink. Now."
"Thanks." she said, as she set aside her mug.
Clint took a sip of his own coffee, concerned.
"What happens, Katie?"
"N'thing..."
"Kate." Clint sat down in the high stool that was in front of his sidekick, who didn't look up at him. "Katie-Kate." he said, as he touched her chin.
She just walked away with her newspaper, and sat in the couch, next to Lucky. Clint sat next to Kate.
"Kate."
"Not now." she said, as she changed the page.
"Oh, of course now." Clint said as he took her newspaper away.
"You dumbass, I was looking for a thing!" she said, trying to reach the newspaper, that Clint was holding away.
"She's so small." he thought, watching her stretch, and he couldn't help but smirk.
"The hell is happenning to you today, Kate Bishop?" he said.
"Nothing, old man." she answered, irritated.
He threw the fucking newspaper away, and grabbed the girl's hands.
"What. The. Fuck." he started, struggling to keep her on the couch, grabbing her wrists with both hands "Is. Going. On."
She growled without surrender.
"Kate. Kate, look at me."
Her blue eyes were firmely fixed in his.
And then it just happened.
She kissed him, a fast, angry kiss, just a little pression on their lips for less than a second.
"That's all. Now let me go, dumbass."
Oh, no. He wouldn't let her go. Too much time thinking she didn't want him as he wanted her. Because he wanted her so bad. He wanted her to be his. Wanted her mood swings, the tiny wrinkles around her eyes when she laughed, and her gentle but steady hands against his chest.
He bent down to kiss her again. This time softly.
She totally accepted his lips. Her mouth opened a little, and so did his. His hands let go her wrists, and she caressed his neck with her fingertips.
He only could think about the taste about that young lady's lips, god, what a heavenly touch.
Their soft and pure kisses went wild and hungry. Clint often fantasized about the idea of making out with Kate, how their tongues would move at the same time, how pleasant would be having her in his couch and kissing her until his lips hurt, but this was even better that he could ever imagine.
Kate smiled in the middle of the kiss.
"What happens, Katie?" Clint asked, kissing her neck.
"Uh... If I say "nothing" again, we will make out again, too?" Kate laughed, caressing the back of his neck.
"No. I mean. Yes, sure, we can make out as long as you want. But why? Well, I mean, why now and not yesterday or some other day?" said Clint, and sighted. "Sorry, I suck when I talk. You smell too good, and, God..."
"Kiss me instead."
"Of course."
He was almost on top of Katie when suddenly, he felt her hand in the lower part of his belly, inside his shirt.
"Aww, Katie, no." he thought, but he wanted her so bad.
Another hand followed the first one, and when he realized he didn't have his shirt on anymore. Katie's hands were all over him; in his shoulders, his back and his chest.
Kate stopped kissing him, and approached her lips to his ear. "Are you going to undress me, or I have to do it myself?" Kate whispered, and bit softly his neck.
"Not here. Not on the couch." Clint said.
"Why not?" she said with her voice of a stubborn little lady who's not used to not get what she wants in the moment.
"Because... No. It's my couch, and I don't want to make it here."
"Take me to your bed, then." she sighted.
He took Kate to his bedroom, kissing her until he could leave her in his bed, where she laid, waiting for Clint.
"Fuck, Kate." he said standing next to the bed, looking at her.
"That's the idea." she said.
"No. Well, yes. But that was meant to mean "you are so beautiful and I am so lucky", and I don't really know why I am still talking like an idiot when I should be kissing the hell out of you."
"That's what I am wondering." Kate said. She took off her t-shirt, revealing pale skin and a purple bra.
He went crawling to reach her, and admired her. "Nice."
"You too." she said when she softly pushed him down and placed herself on top of him, and started to unbutton his jeans. Clint caressed her thights, covered with her white trousers, and his hands went up and up, until her stomach. She seemed so concentrated in his jeans.
"Aww, pants, no..." he thought.
"Do you need help?" he asked.
"Maybe."
He unbuttoned easily his jeans, and took them off while she did the same with her own trousers. Her purple underwear made her even more white-skinned.
"Finally, I undressed myself." she said, kissing his neck and placing herself on top of him again.
"Well. Tchnically, there are the two most adorable but annoying clothing pieces on you, yet."
Clint caressed her back and reached the clasp of her bra.
"May I?" he said.
"You must"
He unclasped it and took it off, throwing it to the floor. He felt Katie's boobs against his chest while they were kissing again, and that just made him lose his mind.
Clint touched Kate's ribs, and his hands went up to her breasts. They weren't too big nor small, just the perfect size for Clint's liking, who pinched one of Kate's nipples.
She moaned in the middle of the kiss, deliciously, and started rubbing herself against Clint's crotch.
"Clint, I wanted you so bad." she said against his mouth.
"Yeah?" his fingers started playing with the nipple, and Kate moaned again. "How much is it?"
"Too much."
He slipped his hand on Kate's panties to find her wet, warm and heavenly. His fingers teased hed, making her more wet and moan with every movement, but not getting inside her.
"Clint..."
"What?"
She gave him a desesperate look, and he slipped one finger inside her, slowly. Very slowly. He didn't want to hurt her. But her moans seemed to beg him to go faster. And so he did; his fingers went in and out of her insides.
She moaned really loud, and he decided that if he didn't fuck her in that moment, his cock was going to explode. He reached for the drawer on his side table and took a condom from there.
"Katie-Kate?" he said, swapping their positions and placing himself on top of her, kissing and gently biting her neck.
"Hm?" she moaned.
"Do you still want to make it?"
"Yep."
He smiled, and he got rid of his boxers and her panties. He putted on the condom fast, and slipped inside her.
She moaned his name, and Clint growled hers, while he got in and out, very slowly but also very deep. He was getting to know her body, the way Kate wanted his cock to move inside her.
"C-Clint" she moaned. "F-faster."
So he did. Every lounge was deeper and faster. It felt amazing. Her smell drove him crazy too much time, and now that was all that sourrounded Clint.
"Kate... Kate, I'm about to..." he said.
"Me... too." she said between moans, scratching Clint's back at every move of their hips.
One more deep push of Clint's hips, and she came, followed by him. Their moans melted toghether as they got hit by the pleasure.