Clint spun round and pinned me against the inside of the door, hands gripping my waist as he continued to nip and kiss my neck, adding to the small marks the peppered my skin. We were both laughing quietly, trying to stay quiet and not get caught. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my other hand caught his belt and tugged him closer. He pinned me against the door with his hips, his hands coming up and cupping my cheeks as he planted his lips on mine.
I moaned a little against Clint's lips. We really shouldn't be in here. It was all Clint's fault really; he'd started it. Although the exact details of why we were making out in Phil's office where a little hazy, I was sure that Clint was to blame - he'd opened the opened the door after all. "We're dead if Phil catches us" I breathed.
"Chill, Manda - I'm not scared of Daddy Coulson" he teased.
I laughed nervously, "You should be"
He shook his head, sporting a cheeky grin. With little effort he lifted me, and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging onto his shoulders to keep me from falling as Clint moved his hands to my thighs. Phil's desk wasn't cluttered, thankfully - so the only thing Clint had to quickly knock out our way was Phil's name plate. He sat me on the edge of the desk, pulling me in as close as he could by my hips. As he grabbed my ass, our lips collided again, almost violently. He'd been winding me up all day, waiting to see when I'd give in - asshole.
Clint's hand ran down my thighs before returning up to the button of my jeans. Fuuuck. "Clint" I groaned.
"Keep it down Princess, unless you want to get caught" he laughed quietly, snapping the button undone. A bolt of excitement shot through me.
"I swear to God, if Phil-"
"You said he was out"
"He didn't say when he was coming back though" I hissed, though I continued to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.
Clint grinned, "Well we better make it quick then"
"Damn right" That's all he needed to hear before he started unbuttoning my shirt. I managed to get hold of the edge of his top, I pulled it up and he helped me get it off over his head before dropping it on the floor. My shirt wasn't completely undone, but he'd managed to open it far enough to expose the top of my boobs, my bra still mostly cover by the fabric. Clint kissed me hard again, pushing the edge of my jeans down-
Loudly, someone cleared their throat behind us.
Oh no... Phil.
Our eyes went wide and we froze in place, staring at each other. Shit!
"Barton!" We jumped. Clint looked like his soul was ready to leave his body. I told you! I fucking told you! "Both of you. Out. Now!"
Clint and I jumped apart, quickly trying to put our clothes back on in some form of order. I kept my head down, my heart was racing, now with panic. We're so dead! I fumbled with my shirt button trying to fix them and cover myself up. Clint grabbed my hand, trying to pull me from Phil's office as quick as he could.
"I don't want to see you touch her" Phil growled. Clint removed his hand from mine.
I hopped down off the desk, my eyes fixed on the floor. Clint ducked past Phil and out the door, and despite being as close behind him as I could get. Phil caught my arm. Hesitantly, I looked up. The look he gave me was one I'd never forget, "... I never want to see you in my office again with my permission." He told me very seriously.
"Yes Sir"
"Yes, who?"
"Yes Dad- Phil, I mean yes PHIL. Sorry, Phil. I'm- I'm just going to uh go now. Sorry- sorry" I cringed, nearly running to catch up with Clint. Oh holy fucking shit. That was bad. That was so, so bad.