bakerstreet | They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

[ Maria has no time to indulge romanticized whims of men who want more than she can offer. Her life is a shifting regime of strict timekeeping, she has no time to boost male egos when she's busy commanding her troops into battle. (Plus, god only know the amount of times she's had to ego boost the agents just to get them to comply.)

He's been back from his latest mission for two days, on the third she makes an appearance, this time it's not an out-of-hours work related visit. Her hair's down for one, there's no sign of her SHIELD issue suit and the way she's looking at him from his doorway is indication enough that she's not here to send him to another hellhole. ]

I brought beers...

[ She clutches them in one hand, the other planted firmly on the door frame. The collar of her coat is pulled up high but bare legs peak out the bottom, just another indication of what she's here for. ]

[If that isn't a sight to see, he doesn't know what is. It's tough to avoid checking her out when she's standing like that, dressed like that, because he knows why and he's ready and willing. She's not posing a question, being here. She's making a quiet demand. And hey, he's a good agent. He'll follow orders. Not that this is in any way one of those things where he feels an obligation, but rather a sense of eagerness and contentment at his inevitable fate.

Stepping back, he directs her inside with a jerk of his thumb.]

So... guessing you're free for a while?

[And he leans out to glance up and down the hallway before closing the door behind him, turning to her and leaning on said door with a cocky half-smile. Now he's checking her out, appreciating the way her hair falls over her shoulders and her legs seem to be demanding his attention rather than asking for it. It's something he'll gladly give.

Now he just has to figure out how she wants to do this.]

[ Clint is, he's uncomplicated. He doesn't demand attention or affection, he understands what no strings means, he understands that Maria doesn't like being crowded. (Especially not when she's got out of the office, for once.)

She's in flats, there's only so much dressing up Maria will do to show herself off, it's not something she enjoys per say, more like 'tolerates'. There's no noise as she slips past him, barely brushing past. ]

Your powers of observation are outstanding Agent Barton...

[ It's said on the heel of a quirk of her lips, her eyes catching the way he looks but doesn't touch which is bothersome. So she sets down the pack of beers on the nearest surface and turns back to him, fingers deftly working at the buttons of her coat until it falls free on the floor.

It's the typical seduction routine, although it's not like Maria has to coax him. They both know what they want and their both old enough to understand each other. So she stands there in a worn white cotton shirt, gauzy black bra and matching panties and.. well.. nothing else. ]

Is the view better now?

[ If he can't figure out what to do with her then Maria will be sending him off to the ass end of nowhere on some bust mission. ]

[Hey, they don't call him Hawkeye for nothing, and the sharpness goes beyond his eyes. Looking back up to her face, he's ready with a quick comeback... Right up until that coat falls.]

I try to--

[Seduction, pure and simple. Just the way he likes it, too, straightforward, no fuss, just right to the point. The beer is going to be all but forgotten now. One eyebrow raise and about five steps later, he's right there with her, clothed in his own loose shirt and jeans that are suddenly feeling way, way too tight. He knows what to do, it's just a matter of how. Does he takes her quickly, forget anything else? That's probably the best idea, no fuss and no pretenses, just sex. Pure sex. They're not in it for the wine and roses, so to speak. No, they're in it for this.

So he reaches out to put an arm around her and pull her in for a searing kiss.]

[ It's funny how men always fall for that routine, Maria would laugh but she's too busy with a neutral expression on her face, quirking an eyebrow as she counts his steps, follows his gait until he's closer and she reaches out across the tiny gap to curl fingers into the material of his shirt.

He gets the hint, not even having to tug on his shirt to get Clint to comply before she hitches a leg to curl it around the back of his, kicking off her flats as toes trail along his calf.

This epitomizes why his number is still in her personal cell, why she didn't just get what ~~she~~ they both wanted and cut contact.

Maria gives as good as he gives her, breaking the kiss only to unlatch herself from him and turn, discarding her other shoe by kicking it across the room, bending ever so slightly until the curve of her ass met his crotch, her spine arching. ]

Cat got your tongue Clint?

[ Her head tilts until she can see him out the corner of her eye, hips shifting just an inch to give Clint a little bit of friction. ]

[Her hand on his shirt just makes this better. She's forceful, brilliant, she knows what she wants, and he'll be damned if he doesn't respect and want every inch of that. This may have started out as a one-off thing, but once they had a little, they couldn't get enough. He tries not to call, tries not to ask, but the fact is that she knows how to work him over in all areas of life; this one just happens to be the fun way. Sure, tomorrow she'll send him out to get half-killed, but tonight, they're going to enjoy themselves. All will be forgiven, he's sure.

He sucks in a short, pleased breath as her body contacts his.]

Nah. But I'll tell you, I feel so overdressed right now.

[Very overdressed, and as she gives him that little bit of friction, he reaches around to place a hand under the shirt, sliding it up toward her breasts slowly as he presses against her. Maybe a little more friction from his end will give her the general idea. He's already getting hard, and feeling the way she curves against him is helping marvelously.

He places one hand on her hip, then slips two fingers into the waistband of her panties.]

Are you gonna tell me how you want it, or do you want me to make it up as I go along?

[Because he knows she's exacting, she might have a preference, and god is he ever game to do what she wants. He'll still get his satisfaction out of it in spades.]

[ It doesn't always sit right, sending agents she knows off on suicidal missions but Clint is different. With Clint Maria can feel safe in the knowledge that he'll always come home, because he's good at his job, if he wasn't she'd have a shred of concern, but it's wasted.

Clint is capable, dependable and Maria may just be pleased they ended up here. ]

I can put the coat back on...

[ She hums a frivolous tune, pleased with the way his calluses graze her skin, pleased with his reaction and how hard he feels against the swell of her ass. ]

I'm feeling adventurous, but I do owe you 'congratulations, you're still alive' head... Just - I'm not made of glass, remember that.

[ It's all musing, her voice a litany of promises but it's true, she won't shatter and break if he's a little on the rough side. God no, she doesn't want to be tied up tight (rope burn would be hard to explain in the office) nor is she a contortionist.. ]

Just.. surprise me..

[Clint always comes back because in the heat of battle he's stubborn, too stubborn to die and too arrogant about his skills to stand down unless absolutely necessary. And maybe, just maybe, there are things about it that he likes.

She'll start making him like coming home a lot more if she keeps this up.

Her words make him smile, and he slides his hand up under her shirt so that his fingers lace around the base of her neck. It's gentle, but he pulls her head back toward him. His breath is hot on her neck, and he presses against her ass even more, just a little roll of his hips to let her know that yes, he's going to appreciate every inch of attention she gives him, especially when it comes to his cock.]

I know. I'm not afraid. You're one tough woman, and I don't think I could break you if I tried. [Not that he will, but he slips his hand lower into her panties, a gentle touch with rough fingers as he slides them between her legs only a little. With an expert motion--he never misses, after all--he finds her clit and rubs it in a small circle.]

But let's get you warmed up, just in case.

[ It's pretty near perfect, as perfect as 'no strings attached fuck buddies' could be. There's no awkward conversation as to where he's been, there's no worry over the scars he collects or how exhausted he's been. There's no reason to hide what they do from each other, because the intricate details are already known.

Okay so Maria is privy to more information than he needs to know, and sometimes her motives are rocky and off kilter but this works.

It should scare her away, yet when he pulls her head back her breath catches in her throat as if he's just cracked her poker face.

There's something about rough play she likes. ]

I can break, I just do it on my own time...

[ She shifts a leg, giving him more room to work with if only by an inch, not that he needs it. When the rough pads of his fingers find sensitive flesh she sucks in a breath, a shiver runs down her spine and she can't even bring herself to laugh at his words. Instead she rocks her hips, onto his fingers and back against his crotch. Playing him like a fiddle. ]

[Honestly, Clint knows he couldn't have asked for a better fuck buddy situation or companion. Maria coming to him was a surprise, and she'd been greeted with some "sir"s and whatnot until her intentions were clear, but once he realized what she was getting at, he dove in head first. He doesn't have to answer to orders unless she's in the mood for that, and he likes it that way. Likes it all just the way it is.

He's not planning on being too rough, but he's not planning on being a sweet and accommodating lover right now. She brought the cards and dealt them; he's just playing his hand. That involves a little rough handling tonight, apparently. He rubs her just a little more quickly, using the heel of his hand to guide her hips back as he rocks into her as well. And if he's being played, he doesn't mind. He's getting what he wants, too, and that's honestly what matters. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. So he ignores her comment, doesn't go down any kind of path that might lead to, and instead removes his hand from beneath her shirt, tugging at the hem.]

Shirt off.

[ Maria's life is difficult, she makes tough decisions based on files with little to no interaction with some of the agents. She sits in meets and answers to Fury and then there's Coulson who died once while she practically watched on. Maria's tired of loosing good agents to bad people in the world.

Maybe she needs a vacation, somewhere warm with sand as far as the eye can see and cocktails with little umbrellas.

Her train of thought derails swiftly, feels the way his cock strains against the layers of fabric he's still wearing, feels how hard he is pressed against the cleft of her ass and by god if this wasn't the best decision she'd ever made in her life.

An eyebrow half perks at his demand, a huff of laughter leaves her pursed lips. ]

Yes Agent Barton..

[ She escapes his clutches, her own hands finding his and practically battling them away as she takes steps away from him. Nobody said, even though she came to him, that this was going to be easy.

Her fingers work at the buttons, eyes darting around his cramped living room before they settle on the couch. By the time she reaches it the shirt is forgotten about three steps behind and she turns, a graceful slow twirl, letting the light play against pale skin and soft curves. ]

Get over here, I think it's time I gave you your welcome back gift.

[He chuckles at her reaction to his words, lets her go with another light laugh. She's feisty tonight, and that's good. It makes him want to do more, try more things, just simply enjoy whatever she has to offer. And now she's making an offer he can't refuse.

See, he tries not to look at the people around him like this, like he's looking at her. He tries to keep work in the workplace, and work people there, too. But the fact is that one, he's never doing anything but work these days, and two, the whole world's just got done going to hell in a handbasket and he thinks he deserves a break. And so does she. She's earned someone taking some time to meet her needs, because he's seen her work, he's watched her, he knows the seriousness and tension she brings to the table. So yeah, maybe they both just need another good lay.

He takes a few steps toward the couch, pausing only to slip his socks off and to remove his shirt.]

Yes ma'am. [He's eager enough to get his hands back on her, though more than willing to wait for her cues. He's putty in her more than capable hands, at this point. So here he goes, eyes tracing the gentle lines of her body as he walks toward the couch.]

[ Feisty. She has fire, people mistake her for being cold but no, under the right circumstances she can shift and change almost as well as an undercover agent.

Military service will do that to you. Just something they both have in common.

Maria eyes him from her position, watching muscle work as he strips and she's impressed enough that he had the for-sight to leave his pants on. Maria has a thing for feeling the texture of jean against her skin. It might be weird, but under the right circumstances it can be exhilarating.

Soft laughter as he addresses her, presses a hand to his chest, fingers splayed against his skin while she leans forward until her lips meet the shell of his ear and her cheek is pressed to his. ]

Let's drop the formalities before this turns into some cheesy porno rip-off...

[ Because god knows Maria's watched enough bad porn to put her off for life. Not that any porn is good, some is just a little worse than others, especially when it seems so scripted. All in all, porn stars just can't act.

She takes her time, both hands now dragging stubby nails over his chest, down to his belt, takes the leather in one hand and deftly works until it's loose and she can pull it free, letting it curl around her wrist for a moment before she's hooking it around his neck and pulling him in enough to slant lips over his. ]

[There are so many things he respects about Maria Hill. She's straightforward, she's stern, she's incredible under pressure, and not least of all, she's got a personality that could kill a weaker man. He wouldn't trade this sort of time with her for much, all things considered. Proves he's strong, that he's got a hold on something over someone this powerful and focused and driven. And yes, certainly it's just physical pleasure, but don't mind him being a little smug that she picked him out of the lineup.

All those incredibly deep and vain thoughts leave his head once her lips are near his ear, and yes, those jeans are way too tight for anything, now.]

Wasn't gonna let it get that far, but alright.

[Now he's completely under her direction, as well he should be, watching her body move until her hands are more fully on him, on his clothing, pulling the belt free. He marvels at her, so indelicate, so completely in control, rough around the right edges and smooth and soft in all the best ways: her body, not her mind. No wonder she turns him on so much.

So he lets himself be dragged in for the kiss, one he deepens as quickly as he's allowed, with his hands moving down to cup her ass and pull her hips close. He wants her to feel it, not just see it, that he's hard and he's ready and willing and completely in this.]

[ A hold. Possibly. Maria doesn't usually, well, she doesn't usually go back for seconds, or thirds, or whatever this is. She's the kind of woman who takes a perverse pleasure in having her men on strings like puppets.

With Clint it's different. There's nothing awkward about what they're doing, it feels right and Maria doesn't plan on letting it get stale anytime soon.

If it does well, she's bound to walk away. It's no fun when it's easy.

She's unabashed, there's no blush or regrets with the soft moan that bleeds into his mouth as his hips meet hers. She drops the belt behind them on the floor, let's it clatter and crumple while her hands dive fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, one drifting down into the slight space between them to work on the button and zipper of his pants. She can feel how hard he is, how much he wants her, but seeing it is another matter.

Lips break, looking through her lashes at him, coy and shy almost before knees bend and her hands pull his jeans down to his ankles.

She's all wide doe eyes, staring up at him as if the tables have flipped again and she's asking him to tell her what he wants. She doesn't do this with anyone else, this is their little secret, that Maria can follow his instruction for once instead of it being the other way around.]

[Well, hell.

This woman breaks his brain at bit, sends him into spins with her unpredictability, but he knows there's something behind it, always a motive, always a plan. Even if she's looking at him with those wide, plaintive eyes, she's got whatever sway over him she'd like. He'll take this and run with it, though, never look back. Kissing her might be hot as hell, but seeing her kneeling and giving him this choice about kills him.

Now that she's there, she ought to take care of him a bit. He wants her, but he isn't picky about how just yet, still clouded by those initial moments of lust and need. So if that's the way she wants this, he'll accept it. Clint rests a hand on her cheek, using two fingers to tip her chin up a little more. Then he carefully moves to step out of his pants.

Once done, his hand slips back into her hair, thumb running back as he pulls her head slightly closer to him.]

[ Who said either of their lives were uncomplicated? Maria's keeping him on his toes, switching back and forth between dominant and submissive. She trusts Clint, she trusts him to keep this to himself, she trusts he won't go spreading it around the office or with any other agents.

The way she works, it's all about making sure people are scared of her motives, it's all about commanding respect not just because her job demands it, but because she's a woman.

She needs to be in complete control, so here now she can take the chance and relax her rules.

She watches him with hands braced on her bare thighs and only when he pulls her does she smile, mouthing the outline of his cock through the material of his boxers, tongue tracing the bulge and damn, sometimes she wonders if she shouldn't record these meetings, because Maria would love to see how this scene looks, not to scrutinise her actions, but more as a keepsake.

She reaches up, pulling his boxers down enough so she can wrap a hand around him, stroking him softly while her eyes study his face.]

[Hey, why make things easy all the time? Push and pull, all kinds of play keep them going as much as a wholly different kind gets them off, so why not live a little? He's entranced by her submissiveness, by the way she's looking at him, touching him, taking just enough care to not be too rough or hasty all the time. Instead, she's holding him on the edge, and his fingers tighten in her hair as their eyes meet.

Whatever she sets up, he'll take. If she's letting him take the lead, he's not complaining. He wants her hands and her lips, and that's all he an focus on in the world right now. And if she wanted a keepsake of it, he might even agree, just so they'd have the chance to get themselves worked up in a whole new way. But that would be leaving evidence, and god knows they don't need that.

Her mouth is hot, and he can feel her breath against the cloth and that hint of wetness arouses him even more. It's temptation, but he's enjoying holding back, watching her stroke him with hand he knows are probably good at so very many things, but seem to impress him the most when they're around his cock. There;s a smile on his face and deep lust in his eyes as he strokes her hair and tugs on it slightly.]

[ Hey, if they didn't mix things up this would get stale.

A smile, that's all he gets before she trails her tongue along the main vein in his cock, right up to the tip right before she takes in into her mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, the other pressed against his hip. Maria is indifferent about sucking cock, she gets no joy out of it like some women do, but give and take right?

Plus with Clint it's good, she doesn't mind so much. He tastes good, he doesn't try to fuck her face, he doesn't try to choke her.

Still, she gives it her all like everything she does. Relaxes her throat enough to take him as far as she could until she's on the verge of gagging, just at that point she pulls up, uses her saliva to fist him, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, tongue teasing the tip with tiny kitten licks. ]

Welcome home Clint...

[Welcome home, indeed.

Her tongue is tantalizing, teasing him at first, and he simply stands there and revels in it, watching that look on her face. If sex-driven looks could kill, he'd be deceased many times over. Her lips are warm and inviting too, a perfect fit around him as she takes him in. It's more than he'd actually ask for, but she does it, and he'll reciprocate in whatever way she wants. This is hotter than hot, and he barely manages a little choked groan.

I mean, maybe it's a little embarrassing, and he clears his throat as he watches her.]

Thanks... Best welcome I've ever had.

[And he runs a hand through her hair, smiling with only a tinge of smugness. All he can think about now is how he's going to finally take her when this is over. But god, if he isn't enjoying it right now. Just the right pressure, the right motions.]

[ There's a quirk to her lips, a tiny flicker of recognition at the noise he makes, the way he's suddenly aware of it and the cough that follows.

Sometimes Maria prefers to get what she initially came for, she'll strip herself bare, work herself up and get down to it, other times like now she's willing to do the whole foreplay deal. It has been a while, after all, since she was last here and if she can give him a good enough memory then it wouldn't sting so much the next time she sends him out to play with fire.

She fists him, works her hand up and down his cock, occasionally takes the tip of him inside her mouth. Maria's teasing now, she may be in a submissive position but she's still holding the cards.

The fact that her free hand travels south over the flat of her stomach and her knees part so she can slip that hand inside her panties to touch herself? That's just an afterthought. ]

You have two choices Barton, you can push me down over the arm of your couch and fuck me or I can press you back and ride you until you're making those adorable little noises.

[ Her brow arches, now would be a perfect time for an exaggerated ticking noise. ]

Adorable, huh. [That's almost embarrassing, but he takes it in stride. He's not always the quietest of lovers, that's for sure. Sometimes it's good to let go, to show them you like what they're doing in a vocally supportive manner.

Mesmerized for a moment, he watches her work him over, running his hand through his own hair as he takes a deep breath. Everything inside him is tightening, ready to spring on her and take her. But there's a certain appeal to her being on top, too, being able to watch her, touch her.

Of course she'd put him on the spot. But he doesn't really take that long to respond, despite it seeming like an awful long thought process.]

Looks like you're gonna be on top.

[He offers her a hand up, ready to move over to the couch, ready to pull her into a searing kiss and touch her for a moment.]

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

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ohai!

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Totally making this post-avengers because of papa coulson feels ~~

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