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the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

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It's a well kept secret that Phil loves to dance. He moves gracefully with Clint in his arms, looking something like a classic movie star.

"I think Skye is taking pictures." He can see his Duckling with her cellphone out. "Should I confiscate those?"

Clint moves easily with Phil relaxing as they move on the floor, he might pressing up against Phil a little, but that's really up for interpretation.

"Well you take away our secret is safe, you let her keep it, and I'm no longer the most eligible bachelor on the team." He teases a little a fond smile on his face.

"You haven't been a bachelor in a long time." Phil slid his arm around Clint's waist, not bothering with modesty. He was dancing with his husband on their anniversary. They could dance this way.

"And I thought Steve was voted most eligible bachelor according to People. You were third?"

Clint just shrugs yeah okay so he wasn't first, he's never first, that's okay. "Barnes called them and corrected them." He shrugs again and keeps dancing. "That was an interesting phone call to over here."

Clint was first to Phil, always. "That does sound like an interesting one." He brushes his lips across Clint's temple. "Do you want to be more public about our relationship?"

"You like us being a secret." He says with half a smile forehead pressing to Phil shoulder. "You don't want anyone to know." he lets out a soft laugh. "You like me being a secret."

"I like the media not prying into our lives constantly. I like that people know you made it where you are on your own merits and not because you and I are together." He rests his cheek against Clint's head. "I like us being discrete but if you want people to know I'm okay with that."

"I wouldn't mind being able to say yes I'm married but to who is classified." He shrugs a little, "I just... we got married and sometimes when I have to answer the dating questions, I want to say fuck it I'm not single I am taken, very taken, off the market. Stop trying to set me up... You know?"

"You should start wearing your ring more often and not just when we're together." He didn't know that so many people were interfering with Clint's personal life. He didn't like it. "And you can tell the press if you want. I wouldn't mind more people knowing you're taken."

"I wear it around my neck." Clint points out kissing Phil, "Get's caught on the bow string, pretty sure you like all my fingers right wear they are. But I will scream about being married to you from the top of the Empire State Building if you'd let me." He smiles a little more. "Why shouldn't they know I've got a bad ass husband." He gives a slight eyebrow lift.

"I know." He always looks for the chain Clint wears to make sure his husband is wearing his ring even when he can't wear it on his finger. It's a nice reminder. "Then the next interview you have that asks about your romantic life tell them you're married to another agent."

"They assume it's Nat." he points out with a laugh kissing Phil again as the song moves to something a little faster. "I'll tell them I am married to a sexy man beast of an agent." He smirks a little hands moving to grope Phil a little.

"Then tell them you have a husband. They'll assume you mean Bruce." He jumps just a little at the sudden groping. He hadn't expected that which was really just ridiculous on his part. He is with Clint and Clint likes to feel him up.

"I could see it." He teases a little. "The hulk does like me." He laughs hand moving away slightly as he leans in for a brief kiss.

He shakes his head and darts in for a longer kiss. "I don't think the Hulk is your type." Though maybe Bruce is. Phil isn't sure how he feels about that.

"No he's not, and well I married my type. My type being Shield agents name Philip J Coulson." he smiles softly against Phil's lips. He really can't be bothered to care about the scene they must make or what ever pictures might be being taken. He wants people to know how much he loves this man.

"Don't call me Phillip." But he cups Clint's face in his hands and kisses him deeply, with the same tenderness and love like he did at their wedding. He figured by tomorrow the pictures would be all over the internet and the whole world would know but he was willing to face that sort of media frenzy because he had Clint and in the end that was all that mattered to him.

Clint kisses back slow and easy and some where he can hear Tony yelling about getting a room, Thor Cheering and some probably traumatized ducklings loudly raising their eyebrows.

He loves this man, he'd never thought in a million years he'd have something this good in his life. When he thought he lost Phil he had damn near destroyed him. When he'd gotten him back he promised never to take what they had for granted again.

"Should we get a room?" he asked against Clint's lips, smirking slightly. The Tower had plenty of rooms to choose from if they wanted to sneak away.

He wasn't usually so brazen but there was nothing Phil enjoyed more than getting one over Stark. If it drove him crazy then it was a good thing in Phil's book.

"Do you wanna get a room boss?" He asks smiling a little, "Drag me outta here, then come back later... they'd know." He grins a little more leaning his forehead against Phil's.

He wasn't usually so daring or obvious about things but he really couldn't resist. "Let's go find a room." He pulled Clint off the dance floor towards the elevator.

"You know technically I have a floor here." He laughs pulling Phil close one they make it to the elevator and kisses him hard and deep. Pushing a button that that has a bow and arrow on it, everyone has a picture button in the private elevator in the tower.

"I prefer our apartment." It was theirs. They had decorated together and lived in it together. They had made it their home more than the floor that was really designed for Clint alone.

He leaned back against the elevator wall, pulling Clint with him to keep kissing and making out as the elevator rose to the right floor.

"Yeah home is better than anything." He laughs brightly against Phil's lips before kissing him back deeply pressing against Phil. Kissing a trail from the man's lips to his neck scraping the skin there with his teeth.

"You keep that up and we won't make it to your floor." He slid his hands down to Clint's ass. He squeezed hard and pulled him in tight to grind against his hip.