I know it's been a few days, I've been in a bit of a writers slump where I've known what I want to write but couldn't find the motivation to do it. Thankfully though, today Kyla and I have been having a Marvel Marathon (I'm watching Iron Man 2 as we speak) and I got a ton of new ideas and inspiration. We went and saw Avengers again (for the fourth time...) and got ideas for NEW FICS! So look forward to those :)
Dedicated to Kyla, who the Tink to my Sponge
And a special Dedication to Kyla's sister Aidan, who came up with the amazing nicknames for Wolverine you will be seeing.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
"I'm seriously considering manipulating him into doing it, I'm that frustrated!" Angel exclaimed as she paced impatiently in her hotel room.
Sharon chuckled on the other end of the phone call, "I don't think manipulation is the answer here, it would basically be rape."
"No it wouldn't! I'm just pushing him to do something he already wants to do! It's just getting past those damn morals of his," Angel growled out.
Sharon laughed even harder, "You've spent years bitching about how there aren't any men with morals, and now you have one and you're desperate to get rid of those morals? Angel you're starting to sound like me."
"I am not!"
"Oh you so are," Sharon said, "You're speaking with your vagina!"
Angel huffed a little, knowing that Sharon was right and she was being unreasonable, "I just want him so bad! Is that a crime?"
"No," Sharon said, "But you should want to have sex when the moment is right, not because you forced Steve into it."
"Stop being the sensible one," Angel said, "That's my job."
"Yeah well the tables have turned bitch," Sharon said with a laugh, "And you deserve it after sending Clint over here when I specifically had you promise not do tell him!"
"I didn't tell him! Coulson did, I didn't break anything. Besides, I never said I wouldn't encourage it," Angel said, "Besides, is it really so terrible?"
Sharon sighed, the past week had been pretty nice. Clint hadn't brought up the 'talk' again; all they had done was spend their days wandering around and chatting, getting to know a bit about each other. She loved hearing stories about his time in the circus, thinking that must have been such a weird upbringing.
But still there was a weight in her chest, always worried about when he's going to bring up the subject of 'the talk'. She wasn't even entirely sure what was going to be talked about, which freaked her out the most. They'd already broached some tough subjects, what her mutation was and her time at Xavier's. She never talked about what happened with Stryker, and she would see herself to hell before talking about it with Clint.
"Well I'm gonna go and try not to act like a sex crazed horndog," Angel said, "Which will be hard since we're going swimming and I'll have to see that torso of his…"
"Just don't go manipulating him," Sharon said, "You'd regret it."
"Yeah well…. The thought is tempting."
Sharon laughed and hung up, shaking her head at Angel's frustrations. She wandered back out to the living room where Clint was sitting on the couch reading a book. He looked up as she entered, "How's Angel doing?"
"Frustrated," Sharon said with a cackle, "She wants Steve so bad."
Clint chuckled, "Speaking as a guy, I would have to agree that the man has something going for him."
Sharon chuckled and went into the kitchen, deciding to finish backing those cookies she'd started putting together earlier. She was rolling out some dough and putting flour on it when Clint came in a brushed past her; his hand lightly touching her lower back before going over to the fridge.
Sharon's spine tingled at the heat of his touch; he'd been doing little touches and brushes for the past week, but never went beyond that. It was driving her nuts, because she wanted him bad.
She swallowed and continued sprinkling flour on the dough as Clint grabbed a drink from the fridge and turned to watch Sharon, "I can see why they always said that a woman's place was in the kitchen."
Sharon's mouth dropped open as she gawked at Clint, "Did you really just say that! TO ME!"
Clint backtracked, "I didn't mean it in a sexist way! I just meant you look hot in here!"
Sharon rolled her eyes, "You're such a goober!" She threw a little bit of flour at Clint. The white got all over his black shirt, he looked up at her with a determined look as he took a step forward.
Sharon bolted around to the other side of the island and grabbed a spatula, "I'm armed!"
"Oh I'm so scared! Whatcha gonna do? Flip me?" Clint said as he grabbed some flour.
"Yeah, the bird maybe," She said as she stuck up her middle finger. Clint threw a handful of flour at Sharon, laughing as it coated her and she coughed a little.
"Oh it's so on," Sharon said as she tossed some at him, thus commencing the fifteen-minute flour fight they had. Within seconds the place was coated with a fine layer of white powder.
"You're cleaning this up," Sharon said as the two of them looked over the warzone they'd created.
"I don't think so," Clint said with a smirk, "Not my kitchen."
"You started it with your comment, you clean it." Sharon said as she turned to go shower off. Clint's hand shot out and grabbed her by the bicep and pulled her back.
"Oh no you don't," He grabbed her around the abdomen and dragged her into the middle of the kitchen, "You're not getting away that easily."
Sharon squirmed until she lost her balance and started to fall, bringing Clint down with her. They landed on the floor and a giant cloud of flour floated up and around them. Sharon began to laugh at the sight until she started to cough a little.
"Well that didn't help us any," She said, starting to move to get up but Clint's grip around her middle tightened. She looked to see him watching her intently. She leaned in the same time he did and closed her eyes as their lips met one another.
They hadn't kissed since the week before in her kitchen, that kiss had been hard and controlling, this one was slow and free. Clint rolled on top of Sharon and took control, and she was happy to let him. His lips softly pried at hers until they opened and let his tongue enter and probe her mouth.
Sharon moaned as her hands wandered up his sides and felt along the muscles on his shoulders and back. His hands came to her head and pressed his mouth harder to hers, moving his lips along the side of her jaw and moving to suckle her neck for a while. She moaned some more as she let her legs part so that he could settle between them.
She felt herself grow warm and wet has his pelvis pressed against hers, reminding her of what happened in his next so long ago. Pleasure shot through her system as she anticipated a repeat performance of that encounter.
"Just as soon as we have that talk, we'll get back to discussing my 'alright' sexual prowess."
Sharon froze when she remembered what Clint had told her a week ago. Clint felt her tense underneath him and looked to see the expression of confusion on her face, "What's wrong?"
"This is a ploy, isn't it?" She said quietly.
"What are you talking about?" Clint said, but she pushed him off her and stood quickly.
"I can't believe I was so stupid," She muttered, "This was your way of making me want to talk, of forcing it out."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Clint said, standing and starting for Sharon but she held a hand up and walked around the island so he wouldn't touch her.
"You haven't been able to leave the subject alone, 'Sharon we need to talk' 'Sharon we'll have earth shattering sex when we talk' 'I'm not going to leave you alone until you talk', I never thought you would stoop so low as to seduce me for information. But you know I really shouldn't be surprised considering who your partner is."
"Don't bring Natasha into this," Clint said, pinning Sharon with an intense stare, "This has nothing to do with seduction, this about me wanting to be with you and you're pushing me away yet again."
"No, this is you not being able to respect space and my wishes. I really shouldn't be surprised that you would do this, you are a SHIELD agent."
"Sharon that's enough,"
"No it's not! I came here to get away from you and you're here trying to control me,"
"I'm here trying to show you that someone actually wants to be with you!"
"I don't need anyone to be with me!"
"Because you're scared!"
"I am not scared! Why would I want someone around trying to take care of me when I can very well take care of myself!"
"Because that's what someone does for someone they love!" Clint shouted. Sharon stopped and stared at him, the blood draining from her face.
"Sharon don't-"
Sharon turned and walked out, locking herself in her bedroom. Clint knocked on her door, "Sharon don't lock me out."
Sharon ignored his calls and knocks, lying on her bed and curling in on herself while she tried to stop the hyperventilating. But panic shuddered through her system as she repressed more memories and feelings that she felt herself drowning in. Soon her vision began to fade as her body tried to take in more air than it could and she passed out on her bed.
*.*.*.*.*.
Angel laid on a lounge by the hotel pool in her new bikini. She was trying to relax but she couldn't watching Steve swimming laps in the pool. It increased her frustration more, as they had arrived earlier that week and she found that Steve had called ahead to book a room with two beds so they couldn't sleep together. To say she was angry wasn't an exaggeration, she hadn't spoken to him since they arrived two days ago.
Now she felt her frustration grow as a group of girls giggled nearby as they ogled Steve.
"Oh give me a freakin break," Angel muttered. She looked up when a shadow fell over her, "Uh excuse me?"
"I'm not excusing myself until I get an explanation why you didn't call me so I could come give you a hug when you visited the mansion."
Angel shrieked and jumped up and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, "TINKLES!"
"Hey kid," Logan laughed, "Please tell me you're not still calling me that."
"I will never not call you that!" She laughed, hugging him hard.
"I guess some things don't change," He said as he set her down, "You're looking like a woman now, Small Fry."
"Well that's what happens after puberty," Angel said with a laugh, grinning up at Logan. Logan was like the uncle she never had, he'd been one of her favorite teachers at the mansion. She enjoyed getting him mad by acting all snarky and calling him stupid nicknames.
"Angel?" She turned and saw Steve standing behind her, "Who's your friend?"
Angel swallowed, noticing how hot Steve looked with the water dripping down his chest, "This is Logan, an old friend of mine."
Logan held out a hand, "Hey."
Steve grasped his hand, Angel's eyebrow rose when she noticed both of them clenching their hands hard in an obvious pissing match.
"Tinkles this is Steve Rogers, my boyfriend."
Logan's eyebrows raised up, "Boyfriend eh? Didn't realize you were dating anyone."
"Yeah, she is," Steve said, staring intently at Logan while Logan remained unaffected.
"Well she's a handful, I hope you don't mind letting her have her way all the time."
Angel laughed and smacked Logan on the arm, "You can't always get your way Logan,"
"Well you saw to it, Kid," Logan said with a grin.
Steve watched the two of them interact and felt feelings of jealousy well up in his chest. He'd been amused at Angel's anger for the past few days, his pride swelling a little bit that she wanted him so bad. Now that this guy was here he felt his territory was being encroached upon.
"Are you staying here?" Angel asked.
"Yeah for a few nights, I've been wandering the area when I checked in at the mansion and found out you were there. So I thought I'd come see you."
"You should join us for dinner!" Angel said, "Please! I have so much to tell you."
"Is it alright with the boyfriend?"
"Well actu-"
"Of course it is!" Angel said, "Isn't it Steve?"
Steve cursed internally but plastered a hesitant smile on his face, "Sure,"
"Excellent!" Angel said while clapping, "We'll meet you in the lobby at 6?"
"Sure thing, Kid. See you there Steve." Logan said before hugging Angel once more and turning to leave.
"Oh I'm so happy! I'm going to go take a shower!" Angel said, gathering her things and heading up to the room. Steve followed close behind her.
"How do you know that guy again?"
"We were at Xavier's together. He occasionally works with the XMen." Angel said casually as they ascended the stairs to go to their room.
"The XMen?" Steve asked, the name sounding familiar to him but the information escaping him at the moment.
"Yeah, the mutant team that Charles founded to help with world crisis'."
"I've heard a few things about them," Steve said, trying to remember what he had learned. The name Logan didn't ring a bell, he was a big looking fellow so Steve figured he probably had super strength of some fashion. He had a good grip, I wonder what his mutation is…
"You might know him as Wolverine." Angel said as she walked into their room and headed for the bathroom.
Steve stood in the middle of the room while he processed that information. He knew very well who Wolverine was, and that didn't make him feel any better about the relationship between him and Angel.
This is the guy with the adamantium skeleton and retractable claws! Christ, how close were these two?
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Alasiel