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]

[The target hadn't shown up at the dance. Clint was pissed the guy hadn't stuck to his schedule. He was going to give it another half hour before he called it a night and he might as well have some fun.

He looks across at his handler and smiles. He comes across and kisses her hand]

You look good in that dress, care to dance?

[theagent]

[ Her lips curl into a small smile even as she's rolling her eyes and resisting the urge to swat him over the back of the head for the kiss. ]

All right.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint is confident in the knowledge she won't do that in public. He slides an arm around her waist and draws her close.]

I hope you know how to dance.

[theagent]

Of course. [ Her mother made a point in making sure to send her to lessons, even. ] Question is, can you lead?

[instinctiveshooter]

I can lead my superior on a merry chase [He whispers in a low voice against her ear and whirls her onto the dance floor. Assassins and spies needed to know how to dance and he'd picked a thing or two up in circus life.]

[theagent]

I knew that. [ Rolling her eyes, but it still comes out affectionate. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[He touches his lips to her ear before he straightens. He smiles cheekily.]

So handling you on the dance floor will be a breeze.

[theagent]

Handling me, huh? [ She suppresses a shudder at the brief touch of his lips; her voice is steady and just a little challenging though. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint's eyes are strong and he feels like the alpha male in the room. ]

Yeah [His voice leaves no room for doubt.] It's my turn to be in charge.

[theagent]

[ Mouth twitching, but she's pliant in his arms. ] Well, then.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint waltzes her across the floor.]

You look beautiful when you relax.

[theagent]

[ Leaning her head against his shoulder. ] Thanks.

[ But then, this is Clint. She can't just accept the compliment without adding, tone amused: ] I don't look that different when I'm not relaxed.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint smiles down, he's enjoying this far too much.]

You don't look like you want to kill me for one and you don't look like such a tight ass.

[theagent]

You're not endearing yourself to me right now, Barton. [ Lies. She is a tight ass very deliberately usually. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Fake disappointed sigh.] I knew you only liked me for my looks and not my intelligence.

[theagent]

That was intelligence?

[instinctiveshooter]

Couldn't you tell? I thought it was good myself.

[theagent]

Insulting me is intelligence? [ Don't worry. She's still amused. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

Yeah, it is, because I'm intelligent enough to know you won't kill me for doing it.

[theagent]

Well, I'll give you that.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Smirks] Intelligence isn't all degrees and high school diplomas.

[theagent]

Never said it was. [ Raising an eyebrow at him. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

I'm surprised, everyone else does.

[theagent]

SHIELD values most kinds of skillsets.

[instinctiveshooter]

So as long as I can outshoot everyone else I'm fine.