So this was a part of my other storyline "Well, Now You've Won, But I Gave You All" but have moved it here to go with tthe other snapshots so if you are a bit confused thats why! haha
So I didn't start writing this expecting it to come out so quick or so long but I just couldn't help it! I really was going to right a one shot that was connected to a future chapter I had written but then Hozier's "To Be Alone" came one and this just tumbled out. I really hope you guys like it. I am not big on writing super in depth one shots in a story, I think it kind of jips the reader out of a full chapter so I am starting another group for them. That way I could have a place to put them and they can be as detailed as I want them. Thank you for all the reviews! Please feel free to send some thoughts my way! I would love to know how you all feel about the story and how it is progressing. Thanks for reading!
I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS OR THE TITLE THAT BELONGS TO THE AMAZING HOZIER. I do own the rest!
See the way You hold Yourself, Reel Against Your Body's Borders
Kahea wasn't sure what exactly drew her to Clint but she had a feeling it might have something to do with how he felt against her.
She should have stayed home but when the guys decided to go out they all went out. It was pretty much impossible to get them to go away once they got the thought in their head she worked to hard. The Avengers were going to have a night on the town and she was their hostage. Plus, it was Clint that had invited her along.
As friends of course. Of course.
They had some how come to a small club, the bar was shady and the dance floor dimly lit, but to the tipsy super hero's no one cared. The place was clean enough and the people either to drunk to or just didn't care if they were super heroes or just everyday people. A local bar like this was a gem in New York and one that would be enjoyed to the fullest.
A smoky song floated from the jukebox as people moved slow and sensual against the beat. Clint had her back pressed to his front. His hips followed hers so closely that it was more of a same thought then matching the rhythm. Her heart beat louder as he put his arm across her stomach, hand stretching until it almost dipped into her waist ban.
Yeah, friends her ever loving ass.
Trying to keep her head from getting to clouded from the smell and touch of his skin, she kept her eyes open. Her head was begging to fall onto his shoulder but she fought against the feeling. Without consent her arm started to stretch backwards, curving around his neck, fingers digging into his hair.
Shit, she wasn't going to be another notch in his bedpost. No matter how hard her body screamed to let go.
She had worked hard to get where she was right now at work and she didn't need the looks or whisper's following her more then they already did. The bakery industry was a small one and becoming the Avenger's personal chef all of the sudden was bad enough.
Because obviously a girl couldn't have some admittedly well built, amazingly handsome, super intelligent, world saving, friends. Obviously.
Okay, well when it was said like that it was a littleā¦. What ever they were friends, all of them. Including (sadly) one very stimulating Hawkeye.
Kahea wasn't a girl to just hook up. Never had been, never will be. So when Hawkeye and her clicked it was some very sweet torture.
Sure, he was funny in a dry way, strong in the best sense, and caring when it was need most, but he was emotionally stunted. She was pretty sure he had skipped the how to share your feeling's day during kindergarten.
Which, with his background wouldn't be so surprising. Then again it was probably more of his background that made his heart turn to stone then missing class.
But if he kept breathing across her ear like that bad things were going to happen.
And she wasn't sure if they were going to end up being good bad things or bad bad things.
That's when Clint's lips brushed her neck. A shiver running down her spine.
So that would be good bad things then.
-Clint's POV-
Fuck he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be doing this with her.
He actually liked, even respected Kahea, as did the others. They had come to accept her as a new misfit toy to be added to their ragtag group. Known as soon as she had been found stocking the fridge in the Avenger's personal kitchen at four in the morning; turning around to the Avenger's in various states of sleepy undress. Chewing out a very embarrassed Steven who had set off the red alert earlier.
Clint couldn't help but think about how amazingly attractive she had looked. Flour on the side of her nose, hair in a messy bun, and apron still on, staring him down from the other side of his arrow and bow. Her hazel eyes had been golden, blazing, and green. Her body tense with anger as she asked how they thought the kitchen stayed stocked.
The fact that she stood her ground brought the team's respect. Even if she later admitted her arms stayed cross after the incident was cleared up because she couldn't stop her hands shaking.
He couldn't stop his body from drawling hers even tighter at the flashback. The feel of her against him was more intoxicating then any thing behind that bar and he was planning on getting as drunk as he could off her.
Her body was small and delicate against his. Her skin smooth and her hands stained from whatever dye she had used in her bakery that day. The scent of gingersnap cookies wafted off of her and he could help himself as he leaned down to take a taste.
Lips gliding down her neck Clint reveled in the taste of her. The burst of vanilla and spice left his lips tingling and his mouth watering.
Fuck, he needed her.
He needed her body wrapped around his, her legs around his waist and her skin completely bared to his hands. Her hair wrapped around his fist and neck stretched out to meet his lips. Her back arching, taunt and pushed passed her breaking point. He needed to watch her face as she shattered below him, over him, around him. Needed to find that small spot of icing or batter she missed in her shower, because she always missed some spot.
Fuck, her needed her now.
Burying his face into her dark blonde hair, the strands felt impossible soft against the rough texture of his scruff. The prickliness causing a few to get caught as she slowly pulled her head away to lay it back on his shoulder. The sight of her lips slightly parted filled the missing feeling of her hair on his face.
A pinkish color mouth that looked like a bow. The top lip was slightly thinner and curved down in the middle causing it to fit perfectly into the fuller bottom lip that curved down in the middle as well.
He had never wanted to play with a bow more in his life then right in this moment. His fingers itching to trace the lines. His own lips craving to make them stutter and bruise under his.
Her every breath echoed through his chest. Her eyes closed and he didn't know if he loved that she was so into this that she had to close them or wanted her to open them to see her expression fully. Then her eyes slowly opened to half-mast. Looking up she caught his gaze.
Fuck, he needed her eye's to stay open like that for the rest of his life.
The clouded lust that stared back at him was paralyzing. The color of warm whiskey doused in old gold shook him to the core. His mouth dropping slightly as they turned even darker, glittering in the lights as they drew him in. Lids heavy with want, the look she gave him was dripping with want. He was pretty sure there was nothing sexier then that.
Then a quiet moan filled his ears. Her lips slightly trembling as she made the sound. Deep from her throat it sounded as if it had been dragged out. A sound she didn't want to make but couldn't help it. Just a bit raspy it fit in with the feeling of the bar and caused shivers to run down his back.
Fuck
-Kahea's POV-
Though Clint seemed to be dragged deeper into the mist, Kahea was wakened. The small sound served as a wake up call as she suddenly tensed against the sharpshooter.
Unfortunately tensing up against him did nothing to stop her from feeling the shivers running down him. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and lifted her head from his shoulder. Strange thing was she couldn't explain how it got there, or how it felt so much heavier then usual. She had finally dragged her head all the way up when Clint decided to turn her.
Whiskey gold meeting midnight blue, their eyes clashed and sparks flew. Pulling her closer inch by inch, Clint held her gaze. Never once blinking he was weaving a spell that was effectively shutting down all the thoughts as to why this was a bad idea. Another small moan left her mouth.
Damn, she had to stop doing that. Watching his eyes go impossibly dark she bit her lip. Probably not a good idea since he dragged his line of sight down to take in the light marks she had made on it.
Another deep breathe, those laser eyes seemed to be totally zeroed in on her mouth. Waiting, watching, commanding them to meet his. Her chest brushed his and she was afraid he could hear her heart pounding. Then, he leaned down and placed his lips on her neck. Not exactly kissing them, more of a brush meant to make her nerves tingle and spark. Like the open ends to live wire her whole body was pulsing.
She didn't need to worry about her heart pounding anymore.
No, her heart wasn't pounding, it was completely stopped.
It wasn't even a real kiss!
The thought of how paralyzing his actual kisses could become was like a bucket of ice water to her veins.
She liked kissing, loved any kind of physical contact really. She had always been a physical person. Any relationship she had would show it. Holding hands with a boyfriend, an arm slung around a friend's should, hugs were freely given. She didn't go over board but she was a pretty tactile person.
A big reason as to why she didn't get drunk is because she was afraid of what or whom she would do if she wasn't in control. She could count on one hand how many guys she had hooked up with. Even less fingers were needed to count how many she slept with.
She had never had a one-night stand, ever.
Now, Kahea didn't mind other people having one-night stands, but she just wasn't able to do it. Being the only one of her friends to feel that way she was sometimes thought to be snobbish, but she really had no problem with other people personal lives. Though she wouldn't hold back if some one's actions were becoming particularly slutty, men or women.
But sex meant something to her. She had only slept with boyfriends, ones that she was in love with at the time. Having fewer partners didn't make her a prude, just made her a bit more careful. Besides, she had rules, good rules. One's that kept her from completely moving over to the slutty side.
Because let face it if she started she would have a hard time stopping. Plus, the dark side didn't offer cookies, just S. with a side of long waiting at the free clinic.
She had always been able to stay with her beliefs. Not that she was never tempted. It had just happened this quickly or this strongly. She had left her apartment ready for some fun but not this kind of fun.
Sure, the man in purple and black had caught her eye. Yes, she did harbor a bit of a crush. So what? She knew nothing would come from it. He was older, literally saved the world on a daily bases, smart, funny, and blindingly gorgeous. The only other man more out of her league was probably Han Solo and that's because he is fictional.
So the fact that all it took was some dinky bar, a soul shaking song, and his attention on her to break down some pretty beefed up defenses was mind numbing and not in a good way.
Pulling away from him was like trying to swim through molasses. Her body was screaming for her to just let him have his way with her. She kept pulling though. Feeling cold and somewhat empty when she finally pulled free. He was her friend, would be a big part of her life, as would the rest of the Avengers. She might have only met them a couple of weeks ago but she already knew they would make an impact.
So, as good as a night with him would be, as mind blazingly hot it would probably have gotten; she just couldn't do it.
Taking another step back she looked back into his eyes. Praying he wouldn't be mad. Asking him silently to understand.
Especially since she wasn't fully sure what was going on herself.
-Clint's POV-
As Kahea pulled away Clint couldn't help but take a step towards her. Trying to close the space she created. He had to stop himself from pulling her back towards him.
He couldn't lie. He was slightly confused as to what made her back off. One moment she was just as enthralled as he was and the next she was rigid, almost cold alongside him. Her eyes casted down at first he tried to gather some kind of thought before she raised them to meet his. It wasn't until she let those golden eyes grace his vision again that he understood.
There was something there a lot stronger then they had both anticipated and it scared the ever loving shit out of her.
Tony had done an extensive background check before even hiring her. Tunneling even deeper when she showed up in their kitchen and effectively into their lives.
Clint knew about the sparse romantic connections. He knew about the absolute zero amount of any kind of hook up she had.
Thinking back on it, Tony's ability to access some one's life so easily was creepy.
Clint reluctantly let her pull farther away until all that was left touching was their hands. He shouldn't have acted on the feelings coursing through him. She was one of the few civilians that everyone had admitted to liking. She had been slowly taken into the folds not just because they were wary, but also because she was to. He knew she had been hurt badly in the past.
Thank you creepy Tony.
Though she had family they were one the other side of the country and she was alone out here. She might make friends easy but she rarely let people past the first line of protection. Clint knew she was going to mean something life changing to him. He knew it in his bones.
So he let her lead him off the floor. Let he walk a few steps ahead and made an unspoken promise to let what happened on the dance floor go. He let her walk back to the table with the rest of the group with out protest.
Even if his body, his soul, was demanding that he crush her back against him. That he lay claim to her for all to see.
Fuck if that thought didn't give him a small heart attack. Heart attack or not he wasn't letting go of her hand.
He might not crush her to him but Clint sure as hell wasn't letting any other guy get the chance to.
So as the sat down at the table he pulled her chair closer and settled a hand on her thigh. Ignoring glances from both her and the rest of the Avengers Clint slung an arm around the back of her chair. His fingers wove themselves back into her hair.
Yeah, she might have stopped them this time, for good reason he was sure, but Clint he decided the moment she pulled away that he would do anything to get her to come back. There was something between them. Something he hadn't felt in a long time and never had it started up so strongly or so suddenly. So Clint decided he was going to treat this the way he did in battle when the building he was on was blown apart around him.
He was going to jump with out looking and hope something or some one would be able to catch him before hit the ground. He was called Hawkeye for a reason. His teammates did have to give him lectures about his random acts of flying for a reason.
He just hoped Kahea wasn't afraid of heights because she was already tip toeing around the ledge. So maybe she needed a push; Clint definitely didn't mind being the one to do it. Sometimes the pushing and pulling was the best part.
Though Clint had a feeling fight might be amazing, yet the actual jump would be mind blowing.
So giving Kahea a smirk and brushing her hair aside to whisper a comment about the others against her skin, Clint made his move. Breathing in her scent and brushing his lips against her ear he made a promise.
Yeah Kahea James, he might push you over the edge but Clint Barton would be holding your hand and falling right there next to you.
