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Clint Barton, Esquire ([personal profile] cawcawbirdbrain) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2013-01-26 11:52 pm (UTC)

He let out a slow breath as she dropped down, half closing his eyes because jesus, everytime they got down to it she never failed to take his breath away. Pathetic but so damn true.

His fingers flexed softly on her hips, stilling his own to wait for her, because everything was her terms or nothing and he was so god damn happy to go along with it.

He made it into a game, everytime she rose he'd thrust hips up. Hell, she was leaving soon, he was eager to make this memorable, even if that meant showing his impatience.

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