meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[instinctiveshooter]

Is this is a good time to ask for an new bow then?

[He swirls her off her feet and spins her in a circle.]

[theagent]

Old one not good enough for you anymore?

[ It's a good thing she trusts him, or that move would have ended badly. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

It could be lighter.

[Even if it wasn't safe he would still risk it, right up until the moment it landed him in intensive care.]

And it could explode more things.

[theagent]

I'll put a request in with R&D.

[ Don't take reckless risks, Barton. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[He gives her an impulsive kiss on the cheek. It fits with the cover and he enjoys pushing that boundary.]

Thanks, and they are lying if they say they can't find one.

[theagent]

[ That probably isn't exactly a reckless risk, and she refuses to let her own surprise at the gesture show. ]

Of course. I'll take it under advisement.

[instinctiveshooter]

[And Clint look thoughtful and there is a playful smile.]

How should I repay you for this?

[theagent]

You know you don't have to repay me for doing my job, right? [ The eyebrow she raises is almost a challenge. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

Yes [He brings his lips closer to hers.] But I want to.

[theagent]

Well, in that case.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint stops them in middle of the dance floor and kisses her on the lips.]

[theagent]

[ She sort of expected it, but it's still a jolt and she stops, fingers tightening in his shirt as she kisses him back. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint's fingers slide into her hair and kisses her deeply. He's smirking when he ends the kiss.]

You can't write me up for kissing you.

[theagent]

I could if I wanted to. [ But she doesn't; content to tilt her head into his hold and let him kiss her. ]

[poshtotty]

[Clint nips lightly at her lips before sliding his tongue in. He's loving that he can get away with this in public. ]

[theagent]

[ This, though perhaps not much more than this. And not usually. Which doesn't mean that she isn't enjoying herself as well, opening up under his lips. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Ata girl. Clint only ends the kiss when it goes on a little longer than is really decent for public company. He smiles at her.]

If we were somewhere more private..

[He trails off suggestively.]

[theagent]

[ Her answering smile is small, but undeniably there. ]

Concentrate on the mission, Barton.

[instinctiveshooter]

Only if I can continue this later.

[He counters, taking every advantage of the public setting.]

I can see our problem, he's hovering over there near the male toilets.

[theagent]

If the mission's successful and after the paperwork's done.

[ That's just professional, okay. ]

Maybe you should go have a chat with him.

[instinctiveshooter]

Deal. I'll have that paperwork done in record time.

[Rather than taking days to turn out even a thousand words for her.

He steps back. Business will always come first.]

Maybe I should.

[Clint undoes his top bottom and loosens his tie and walks towards the men's room, like a man who is in need of male space. His draws level with the guy and with a low word draws him into the men's room.

Five minutes later he walks out alone with a small micro chip in his jacket pocket and goes to grab a cold coke, knowing Phil will come and find him.]

[theagent]

[ She does find him, barely a minute later; stopping by his side with two glasses of champagne in hand. Appearances. ]

I should have known that would motivate you. Mission accomplished?

[instinctiveshooter]

[If he was a lesser agent, Clint would have gulped the champagne down and reached for a few more now that he had the information that they had come for. However, he never fully relaxes until he hits his bed at home so he contents himself with a couple of sips.]

Mission accomplished. The guy will wake up in half an hour. And [Clint leans into murmur,] He let name slip.

[theagent]

[ She clinks her glass against his in acknowledgment, hardly brinking more than he does. They may have achieved their objective, but the op is still running. ]

Good. Let's get out of here.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint sets their glasses down and kisses her fingers before taking her hand to lead her out.]

Next time we need to find a party that doesn't requite tuxes