The premise of the meme is simple. Two characters, lovers, have been separated for a time. How long is up to you, as is the reason for the separation. Was it unwilling - an imprisonment, a required journey - or because of a choice one of the characters made? The reason may, of course, color the reunion, and somebody may be pretty miffed, with good reason. Still, the theme is the same: intimacy after being apart.
This meme is mostly geared towards being a smut meme, but nobody will judge you for just doing so heavy fluff.
Ow! [Because he hadn't been expecting that, and Clint huffs, reaching up to rub the now sore spot on his arm. But no, he gets tossed through walls and falls off roofs on a regular basis, even a well aimed blow to the arm isn't going to bother him much.]
I really am sorry though. [He wants to add 'you know how I am...', which is a lot of things and terribly thoughtful isn't one of them.
Clint smooths a hand down the front of Roy's shirt.] I ordered pizza, and, I'm going to sleep for a week-- so please tell me you're planning to stay.
[He exhales a sound of relief that sort of unwinds the worried knot in the pit of his stomach, reaching up to catch Roy's chin again to steal another kiss.
When he leans away he's finally smiling, just a little.] Thanks.
Oh hey, I'm just as glad that I made it home myself. [He finally lets Roy go, releasing an exhausted exhale. He wasn't kidding about that sleeping for a week thing--]
Dude, you think I've never been turned down for space missions because I'm the Arrow Guy? They usually don't even bother asking anyone who can't survive in space under their own power anyway.
[Roy lets himself be tugged along, flopping down on the couch. It is obscenely comfortable.]
Hell, I've been turned down before anyone could even ask me for planet-side missions before. You can't take that shit personally. They don't keep you around for your pretty face.
[Clint lets him keep talking, flopping down on top of him so they're both sprawled together and he can drop his cheek against Roy's chest, the rest of him kinda fitting between his legs.]
I'm not actually offended, I would rather stay home for half of these anyway. [The charm of space tends to wear off after the dozenth time.]
[Don't let him keep talking, he'll put his foot in his mouth even more.]
If you'd rather stay home, why bother going? They can't possibly need you half as much as I do. Who else is gonna get me into even bigger messes than I can find on my own?
[He wraps his arms around Clint, pressing a short kiss to the top of his head.]
I dunno, I guess I worry about my team sometimes. [He turns his face against Roy's chest, letting out a soft huff. Feeling bone numbing exhausted now that he's finally settled.]
You need me? [He doesn't mean to word it like that, but he's a little surprised to hear it.]
[He'd make a joke about it probably, because things like this tended to make him uncomfortable and humor was mostly how he dealt with-- emotion and stuff.]
Because I'm the only person worse at adulting than you are? [No wait, there it was. But he does work his arms around Roy's middle to pull him tight.]
You smell good. [He offers, voice muffled against his shirt.]
Yeah, something like that. [Roy chuckles, squeezing Clint a little. He's fine with making bad jokes to deal with emotional crap, God knows he's done more than his fair share of that.]
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I really am sorry though. [He wants to add 'you know how I am...', which is a lot of things and terribly thoughtful isn't one of them.
Clint smooths a hand down the front of Roy's shirt.] I ordered pizza, and, I'm going to sleep for a week-- so please tell me you're planning to stay.
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Roy sighs, running a hand through his hair.]
Of course I'm staying. I didn't come all the way here just to punch you. Plus pizza sounds really fucking great right now.
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When he leans away he's finally smiling, just a little.] Thanks.
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Thanks for making it back home.
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Come on, I think my couch misses us.
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So where were you that your phone didn't work? Space? Alternate dimension? If it's space, why'd they bring the Arrow Guy?
[Look there's just something inherently silly in bringing the guy with the arrows and no superpowers on space missions. Roy knows that very well.]
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It was mostly a diplomatic thing, and I happen to be friends with a cool space-prince. [He huffs, pulling Roy along across the small living space.]
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[Roy lets himself be tugged along, flopping down on the couch. It is obscenely comfortable.]
Hell, I've been turned down before anyone could even ask me for planet-side missions before. You can't take that shit personally. They don't keep you around for your pretty face.
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I'm not actually offended, I would rather stay home for half of these anyway. [The charm of space tends to wear off after the dozenth time.]
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If you'd rather stay home, why bother going? They can't possibly need you half as much as I do. Who else is gonna get me into even bigger messes than I can find on my own?
[He wraps his arms around Clint, pressing a short kiss to the top of his head.]
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You need me? [He doesn't mean to word it like that, but he's a little surprised to hear it.]
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Got a little too real there. Too late now though, he already made the shot, he can't take it back.]
'Course I do.
[In a way, it's casual, but it's also really not.]
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Because I'm the only person worse at adulting than you are? [No wait, there it was. But he does work his arms around Roy's middle to pull him tight.]
You smell good. [He offers, voice muffled against his shirt.]
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You smell like shampoo.