The starry night was calm and peaceful. Not even the wind seemed to blow, making the quiet serenity of night an almost full lit fact.
The dead of night, the silent streets, almost not a soul to be seen. It was a perfect setting for passion to bloom on a lonely balcony on top of a giant penthouse.
Kate Bishop was pushed against the cold brick wall next to the balcony door, a chill went up her spine as she felt the cold touch of the wall on her back. What followed was an assault on her lips as she wrapped her arms around her lover, whose hand made its way towards her exposed hip.
She was as naked as the day she was born, her bare nipples hardened by the cold winter air, but the rest of her body held warm by her lover's warm hands around her. Resting on her hips as the other was rubbing her womanhood, masterfully rubbing her clit like only a marksman could as Kate threw her head back and moaned, making her lover kiss her neck first before making his way down over her shoulder, to her collarbone before stopping at her exposed breasts and taking her nipple in his mouth.
The sensation of her nipple being sucked made Kate close her eyes, pulling his head closer to her chest, wordlessly begging him not to stop his ministrations for she couldn't get enough. Only he could make her feel this good.
"Hmmm…more" Kate moaned.
The warm and cold sensation between her front and back was visible as she shivered. Feeling her lover move between her breasts, salivating the taste of her rosy nipples hardened by the cold air of the winter night. Her breathing was heavy as she felt his fingers enter her sacred sweet spot, barely containing her moans, her fingers tightened and buried themselves in her lover's exposed back.
"Take me….I want all of you.." she moaned.
The following response was to grab Kate by the waist and lift her up against the wall, upon which she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist, the intensity in her eyes more than apparent. His hardness was at her entrance, ready to take her.
"As you wish Kate" the deep voice of Clint Barton spoke as he prepared to enter her.
Kate's eyes snapped open.
For a good solid minute she laid there still and silent after being roughly awakened from what was no doubt a very intimate dream which was about to become even steamier.
She looked up to see she was in the same position as last night, her pants still around her ankles, a familiar wetness had returned. She must have fallen asleep after pleasuring herself. Scrambling to her phone she looked up to see the time. 8:00 in the morning. Kate sighed and fell back down with her head on the pillow, sighing in annoyance.
"Why did I have to wake up now when it was just about to get good" she scoffed frustrated.
Upon realizing what she had just said she instantly got up and looked at the bedroom door. Still firmly closed.
What if he saw me like this?
Kate immediately stood up from the bed, zipped up her pants and almost ran out of the door towards the living room. Which upon arriving she saw her idol Clint Barton still in the recliner chair sleeping as peacefully as he did last night. Upon seeing this Kate breathed a sigh of relief.
"He must have been really tired." She thought.
Kate leaned against the wall, still feeling the wetness between her legs which at this point was becoming a problem, definitely if she couldn't control her hormones around the man soundly sleeping in front of her. She cursed underneath her breath about the situation and tried to formulate what to do about it. She couldn't keep being turned on around him, it was both a huge inconvenience and so very wrong.
Wrong on account that she was fantasizing about a MARRIED MAN! Kate wanted more than anything to see Clint return to his family as he had promised them, she wanted him to be happy. But a small part of her wanted him to stay with her…only her.
"Urghh" Kate silently groaned as she turned around.
Making her way to the bathroom she locked the door behind her and began to undress and turned on the hot water. Hoping a relaxing shower would relieve both her raging hormones and her stress involving them.
As soon as the water was right Kate stepped under it, allowing the soothing hot water to wash over her. She moaned in relief as the water touched her skin and made her forget everything for a good moment. She had always loved taking a hot shower as a way to de-stress from events that where happening around her, especially when her mother got on her case about something she had done. Kate loved the warm embrace of the hot shower.
She imagined Clint's embrace would be just as warm.
"No! No! stop it!" she mentally screamed to herself.
But she couldn't stop it, she hardly knew how. She was a hardly a stranger to intimacy or intimate feelings but while the few boyfriends she had in high school where mostly temporarily until feelings faded away or they turned out to only want her for sex. Clint Barton, Hawkeye was a consistent crush in her life from the moment she saw him that fateful day.
Her teenage years where especially something as her crush on the hero never really wavered. He was her driving force to succeed to become better, strong enough to protect her mother and herself should another attack occur.
And now her hormones where raging more so than ever before. Last night's self-pleasuring session wasn't the first she had thinking about her hero and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. How could something feel so good and also so bad?
Kate Bishop couldn't deny it anymore, she was totally in love with Clint Barton. A man at least twice her age, a married man, a father, an Avenger, but most of all, her hero.
Kate sighed and just allowed her feelings to course through her, as she wasn't able to stop them. The heart wanted what it wanted after all and even the relaxing almost steaming water couldn't wash those away, and in all honestly she didn't want him too. Just having met him and fighting alongside him was a dream come true.
She know she couldn't ask for more, didn't mean she didn't want too.
Turning off the water, Kate stepped outside the shower and grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping it around her soaking body and standing in front of the mirror.
"Kate!" she heard yell.
Upon hearing her name yell it was like everything went on instinct. Towel still wrapped around her she ran out of the bathroom to the location of the sound, expecting Clint to be in trouble in some way.
"Clint what's going on!" Kate yelled as she entered the kitchen.
Her expectations where way off.
And she had just ran into the kitchen, wearing only a towel only to see Clint there standing with a cup of coffee in his hand, the much hated Thanos was Right mug, now staring fully at her as she started to realize what she had just done as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen, hair soaking wet and nothing but a towel on.
"I just…," Clint started, staring at her in shock "wanted to know if you wanted some coffee."
Kate could feel her face redden and turn into a blush as the situation she was in truly started to dawn on her. "Uhm…yeah that's fine uhm….I should…" she pointed nervously down the hallway as Clint nodded, clearly aware of the awkwardness of the situation.
"Yeah….you should…"
"Great, great," Kate said nodding quickly "I should really…" she then pointed with both hands to the hallway and without realizing it, the towel wrapped around her figure was now on the ground.
It happened so fast and the pair barely had time to process what had happened, but Kate was the first to react, quickly covering her chest and turning around in blind panic, in which she didn't see Clint dropping the mug to the ground and covering his eyes.
She heard the hated mug shatter on the floor, but she was too embarrassed to turn around, unsure if he was still looking at her. She stood there butt naked in front of him, literally her butt was on display. Her face was beet red and she wasn't sure how to react.
"Uhm Kate…are you there?" she heard Clint ask.
Kate slowly peeked over her shoulder to see that Clint was covering his eyes, the purple mug in front of him on the floor in pieces. He wasn't looking at her, he was doing his best to not look at her as she stood in front of him butt naked.
"Such a gentleman" Kate thought as she smiled at that.
"Uhm yes," she finally answered as she grabbed the towel of the floor and walked into the hallway out of Clint's sight "you can look now it's fine, I'll put on some clothes."
"That's alright, I'll clean up the mess" he answered stoically from out of the kitchen.
Kate ran back to the bathroom and closed the door behind her, leaning back against it as she sighed and tried to catch her breath. She felt embarrassed, she felt stupid, she felt…turned on again…
"Damnit! Why does this keep happening" she cursed as she moved in front of the mirror to look at herself. Dropping the towel she chose to look at her figure, the same one she had just accidently shown to her idol. Kate had never been self-conscious about her appearance, she knew she looked hot with her well trained athletic physique, long dark hair and curves.
Looking at herself in all her naked glory she couldn't help but wonder and even beneath all her initial embarrassment from accidently showing herself naked in front of her idol, secretly wished that he did sneak a peek at her.
The thought of that made her face redden up again. What would he think?
"Would he think I'm hot? No he wouldn't! of course not! He has a wife whose also probably very hot! And he's too much of a gentleman to look at other woman."
Kate's thoughts kept her distracted for quite a while until she was whisked out of them by a knock on the bathroom door. "Kate are you doing alright?" she heard Clint Barton ask on the other end. The young archer looked at the door and then back into the mirror, gulping and unsure of what to say.