The Mistletoe Meme

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Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun!

Comments

[broken_arrow]

He was just letting himself believe it, just letting himself hope when she broke the spell. He couldn’t be too disappointed, not when she was moving against him like that, and while he would let his mind scour over it later for now he was quick to obey and let it go.

One word was enough, who really needed words anyway? Wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight, Clint turned away from the wall. To his left was one door and he could see a hint of tiled floor, and to the right a larger door which he banked on as the living room and headed toward. His assumption, thankfully, turned out correct and he proceeded to carry her across the room, his lips working on her shoulder as he peered over it to at least have an idea of where he was going. When he reached the couch, though, and tried to squeeze in between it and the coffee table he lost his footing and ended up falling onto the plush surface with Natasha beneath him.

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God she wished it was a spell, she wished she could be indifferent, that she didn't care about him or feel for him. It would be easier, in the long run, for it to be some kind of enchantment, but it wasn't. It felt real. Right down to her toes, in her bones, in every pore and scar. Natasha had committed the cardinal sin and fell in love with the man who'd taken her away from the Union in the first place.

If her instructors and tormentors could see her now they'd be in a state of complete and utter rage.

Natasha didn't exactly help guide him, oh now, far too busy biting his lips between her teeth or winding fingers into his hair.

As they neared the correct room curled into him, forehead pressed against his shoulder, every footstep brought a wave through her body and when they finally reached the couch he went and, well, he went and tripped over.

It was a good job Natasha wasn't made out of glass, but the way he fell on top of her both made her want to gasp and laugh, so she sank teeth into his shoulder and whimpered into his skin.

"Jesus, you know how to make an entrance Clint..."

[broken_arrow]

Every step had been a mix between pleasure and pain, and his ungraceful fall certainly didn’t buck that trend, especially when Natasha sank her teeth into his skin. Yelping and cursing against her neck, Clint tried to catch his breath and reorient himself. That had been far from one of his smoothest moves nor his best ideas, but at least they’d ended up in the right place.

“Yeah, well, I was well trained,” he muttered against her skin before placing a soft kiss against her neck. “You okay?” he asked with genuine concern. Sometimes they got more than a little rough, but if he ever actually hurt her it would be hard to forgive himself.