kinking (
kinking) wrote in
bakerstreet2016-07-04 01:29 pm
[ooc: No 3, 4, 7, 12. Other prompts open for discussion.]
[I'm awfully late to the party with this meme, but would you be interested in pairing Davy Jones up with a little water-themed lady? I'm up for any and all pregnancy-related themes, and she can be AU'd to be stuck with all the human reproductive organs she'd need somehow.]
( open to p. much everything. )
[No #2, #5, #7 or #12.]
[It had been a rough mission. A weapons ring, an American CEO, a diplomat's daughter, a and a lot of bodies. It had been a mess from start until the finally made it to the safehouse, and got a transmission out to SHIELD. Coulson had told them to lie low for a few days until the heat died down, which left them in a bunker underneath a section of an abandoned industrial warehouse, patching up their wounds and trying to catch their breath. There was a bed, a shower, bottled water and a stash of non-perishables. It was better than a lot of the places they'd stayed in, even if it was still stark accommodations.
The first thing she does is click on the water heater and make them some coffee. It's instant and no sugar, but she's glad for it anyway. Her eyelashes fluttering as she finishes her cup, her hands still kissed in blood and ashes. It's bitter, but the warmth of it feels good. After that, she focuses on making sure injuries are taken care of. There's nothing too bad -- no gunshot wounds, and most of the blood isn't theirs -- but she pulls out the first aid kit she finds and makes sure there's nothing she's missed. She grins, her smile sly as she makes Clint take off his shirt, fingers sliding against bared skin, and there's something that sparks bright in her eyes as she looks up at him.
There's still that feeling on her skin, adrenaline and that way that she crushed bones and tasted copper on her lips. She wants to fall into him, that way that sometimes when the bullets stop she wants nothing more than to have him inside of her skin.]
Hmm, you didn't quite manage to get yourself killed.
[Her voice is warm and teasing, something light to try and cover the heat in her eyes, as if she wasn't the reckless one. She should take a shower, find out just how badly it runs, but she can't quite step back away from him. Her hands shifting, dragging so they're resting curled against ribs and the solid muscles of his chest. That magnetism between them, and her bodysuit feels hot on her skin.]
The first thing she does is click on the water heater and make them some coffee. It's instant and no sugar, but she's glad for it anyway. Her eyelashes fluttering as she finishes her cup, her hands still kissed in blood and ashes. It's bitter, but the warmth of it feels good. After that, she focuses on making sure injuries are taken care of. There's nothing too bad -- no gunshot wounds, and most of the blood isn't theirs -- but she pulls out the first aid kit she finds and makes sure there's nothing she's missed. She grins, her smile sly as she makes Clint take off his shirt, fingers sliding against bared skin, and there's something that sparks bright in her eyes as she looks up at him.
There's still that feeling on her skin, adrenaline and that way that she crushed bones and tasted copper on her lips. She wants to fall into him, that way that sometimes when the bullets stop she wants nothing more than to have him inside of her skin.]
Hmm, you didn't quite manage to get yourself killed.
[Her voice is warm and teasing, something light to try and cover the heat in her eyes, as if she wasn't the reckless one. She should take a shower, find out just how badly it runs, but she can't quite step back away from him. Her hands shifting, dragging so they're resting curled against ribs and the solid muscles of his chest. That magnetism between them, and her bodysuit feels hot on her skin.]


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