He wasn't staring. It was called 'observing' and that was something he was an expert at. Clint couldn't help it if Agent Coulson was giving a butt-ass boring debriefing to Dr. Foster and her assistant that was winding its way at a snail crawl into the second hour. He also couldn't help it if Darcy err… Ms. Lewis was bored -it was hard to maintain professionalism with a woman who called him Agent Studmuffin, used every opportunity she could to grope his biceps, and 'accidentally' smacked his ass. Twice.
For the most part security around the hammer site had him busy enough but whenever the opportunity to go into town arose Clint would jump on it, whether getting groceries, keeping an eye about the town or accompanying Phil to Dr. Foster's lab, he was game for anything that kept him moving about. It had been the second time that he'd accompanied Coulson when Darcy approached him. The good Doctor was engaged in conversation with Phil and things seemed like they were getting tense seeing as Jane's hand gestures kept getting sharper and more exaggerated while Coulson's tone had become clipped in a way that meant he was trying to curb his annoyance. Clint had hung back in the kitchen area, leaning against the island counter well out of the firing zone for the argument. There was some bumping and thumping and Darcy came through the doorway bopping into the kitchen, arms loaded with grocery totes that appeared to be made from old t-shirts and a huge pair of headphones around her neck that looked like a 70's flashback blaring Notorious B.I.G.
"Hey." She said with a smile, heaving the grocery bags onto the counter next to him.
"Hello Ms. Lewis." He stood up straight and gave a polite nod to her, eyes lingering on the low-cut tank top she wore that was doing a valiant job of keeping her publicly decent.
"Agent Dude, it's totally not fair that you know all your super spy stuff about me and I can't even know your name." He grinned a little at that before schooling his features back to neutrality.
"Sorry ma'am. Safety first." He'd barely finished speaking before Darcy's hand flew up, her palm a few inches away from his face in a 'stop' gesture.
"Ugh. I'm like, twenty years away from being a 'ma'am'. Just Darcy will be sufficient Agent…" Her hand lowered and she cast a critical eye over him, lingering on his arms. "Studmuffin." He wasn't certain but Clint was pretty sure his eyebrows had risen all the way to his hairline in surprise. She just laughed and took her headphones off tossing them and the CD player on to the open counter space, singing along to the chorus.
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
Ever since then… Well Clint was a grown ass man and he knew full well when a woman was flirting with him especially when they weren't subtle. And Darcy was anything but.
Over the weeks following she'd made plenty of not-so-subtle come-ons , the butt smacks being least subtle, and Clint was finding it difficult to remind himself why it was a bad idea to take Darcy up on her…hints.
But the game of control and desire was nothing new to him, there had been so many before her and the danger, the thrill, had been more intense. She was, however, one of the few women he'd been around for such a long period of time and it was getting damn difficult to keep himself in check. To not let his mind wander and images of her hair tossing wildly, the arch of her pale neck, those breasts straining against whatever top she wore, how slim her wrists and ankles were… argh. Not again.
Of course the present situation didn't help at all. Dr. Foster and Dar- Ms. Lewis were sitting across the table from him while Coulson stood before a whiteboard explaining what they could and could not talk about, Jane listened with rapt attention often interrupting Phil -which pissed him off- to ask a question or clarify a point. Darcy however may as well have been asleep for all the good her attention span was during Coulson's debrief. Clint had been following along, eyes trailing around the room as was typical until Darcy rummaged through her messenger bag and pulled out a blue tootsie-pop. She unwrapped it with a delicacy and care he didn't see her use too much and popped the sucker in her mouth as she smoothed the wrapper out on the tabletop and examined it for a few seconds. Her expression brightened and when Coulson turned to the to write on the whiteboard again she nudged Jane, holding the wrapper up for her to look at. Dr. Foster looked at Darcy, then frowned as her gaze fell across the wrapper and she flicked her hand in a dismissive gesture before turning back to what Coulson was writing. Darcy slumped down in her seat sullenly for a moment, before her gaze lifted and settled on Clint. The way her eyes lit up and the twitching at the corners of her mouth as she fought a losing battle with her grin made something clench inside of Clint's stomach. She held up the wrapper for him to see but his brow furrowed and he shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't understand the significance of it. Making an exaggerated eye-roll she pointed to a child on the wrapper dressed as a Native American pointing a bow and arrow at a star. Hands lifting Clint just shrugged, not understanding the significance of it and knowing that Darcy had no idea about him being a sniper or -more accurately- an archer.
She rolled her eyes again and shook her head disapprovingly at him, folding up the wrapper and sticking it back in her bag. Placing an elbow on the table Darcy leaned her head against it and focused back on Coulson.
Once again Clint's eyes began to wander, taking in details he'd seen in the room a hundred times before and noticing new things alongside them. Until Darcy started… playing… with her lollipop. She pulled the sucker from her mouth slowly, eye staying focused on Coulson's presentation she flicked her tongue across the ridge of her candy before running it across her bottom lip and then over the top one, leaving a hint of blue shimmering like lip gloss. She parted her lips slowly, wrapping them around the lollipop as she pushed it into her mouth, cheeks puckering as she sucked on it. Darcy pulled the sucker out with a 'pop' noise, saliva followed it, sticky and blue, dripping down her chin and landing atop her cleavage which seemed to be battling against her blouse for freedom. Swiping a blue hued tongue over her chin she glanced down and scooped the sticky saliva off of her breast then popped the finger into her mouth, sucking it off. Clint berated himself mentally, Christ this girl was barely past being jail bait and here he was ogling her as if she were a stripper. Though, he had to admit, she was working that lollipop as if it were her job to do so; tongue wrapping around it and flicking over the end of the candy before pushing it into her mouth and making her cheek bulge out. Easy Clint. He had to tell himself, unable to look away as she thrust it against her cheek in slow, deliberate strokes. You let anything happen with a civilian on the job an you're likely gonna end up getting shipped back to Iraq. Darcy's eye's snapped over to his and she pulled the lollipop along her tongue until the tip, flicked it, the slid it back, and back, and back until only the end of the lollipop stick was pinched between her fingers. He gulped hard trying to think of baseball, listing off the last places he'd been stationed in, just something, anything to keep his mind off of how far she could get something in her- NO. He was a grown ass man not some horny high school kid. He had will power and control and she was sliding the lollipop out, rubbing it across her lips before placing it between her teeth, staring right at him with a wink and a smile when
CRUNCH
She bit what was left of the lollipop in half and started chewing on it. Clint swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly way too dry and his pants suddenly way too tight.
" -Agent?" Clint's head snapped over to Coulson who was looking at him expectantly. Feeling flustered but back in control he stumbled through his bit in the debriefing, taking great care not to look at Darcy. She was much too… distracting.