Gen texts!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[quivers]

[ She purses her lips into a slight pout when he mumbles his disappointment at her. Rolling her eyes, she snorts before grabbing for his hand and giving a pull. ]

Sorry, should I put on a more chipper persona? [ She sways, shaking her hips. ] Should I do a seductive dance to turn on little Clint Barton junior?

[greatatboats]

[ She's not one to let things go. She grabs Clint's hand and pulls him to his feet with that super Kate Bishop strength. Part of him expects her to say "Job is in the title", but she doesn't. He knows exactly how Kate Bishop feels about dicks as a whole. She's never pulled punches. ]

No. Put your seductive dancing away. But you sighed. No guy wants to hear a woman sigh before something like this.

[quivers]

[ Just because she has her opinions on dicks, doesn't mean she can't play nice with them. ]

Did you just reject my seductive dancing? That's insulting. [ She purses her lips teasingly at him as she pulls away, turning on her heel to face the aforementioned bookcase, nudging it aside to open a path to more space before squeezing through. As she'd said, a model bathroom set is arranged behind it, a little messier than the rest of the displays as if having been in the midst of progress. ]

If it was a chore, Clint, I wouldn't be doing it.

[greatatboats]

I didn't reject it because I didn't want it. I rejected it because I don't think the rest of IKEA deserves to see it. The last thing this place needs is a sea of erections.

[ He's not sure if that recovery was smooth, but whatever. It was good enough. But he follows her. He doesn't resist. He might look a little pouty though. Not because of what's coming, but he believes she's just putting in the work. He has a little trouble squeezing through after her, but he gets by. ]

I dunno. You make me do chores all the time. [ She makes you clean up when the apartment is dirty, Clint. That's hardly anything bad. ] I need to properly know you're interested.

[quivers]

[ Kate slides a glass door to expose a decently sized shower space, at least large enough to squeeze in two people with a little extra room. Sighing again, mostly for the sake of frustrating him, she turns and reaches out, clutching him by the shirt to pull him in with her. ]

Clint, you should know by now. If I don't wanna do something, I won't do it. [ When they're both well inside, she shuts the door behind them, pressing Clint into the wall. Her palms smooth over his shirt, massaging his abdomen through it. ] And yes, that includes, doing you.

[ With a smirk, she leans in, snatching his lips with her own, in a slow but firm kiss. ]