we're so close to something better left unknown; i can feel it in my bones | (perched)

[widowing]

continuing from here.

[ in spite of how things had gone earlier, the word from hill that they were still on the enemy's radar, and how the night had nearly ended just a few hours prior, the pick-up's gone off without a hitch. a medical team looks them over (no drastic injuries, just a few scratches and bruises) and there's a quick debriefing with hill before they're dismissed to clean up and recuperate before they land back in new york.

they head to the sleeping quarters - a little later than she'd promised, but any sleep is better than none - and fall into a fitful sleep in the same bed for a few hours (both are exhausted, but you can only sleep so well on a flying fortress no matter how tired you are). she awakes to hills voice over the comms - they'll be arriving within two hours.

she turns to clint, glancing over her shoulder (a bit awkward while his arm is still draped over her waist) and nudges his side lightly with her elbow. ]

Hey. [ her voice is kept soft, too, she doesn't want him to startle and knock her out of bed. ] Wake up.

Comments

right? he's so dorky and adorable. i need more icons of his face.

[recalibration]

[ he might pretend to resist here and there but there's none of that really happening on his end. he was already upfront with what he wanted back in the hungarian hotel they shared about 24 hours ago. this coincides with that completely. ]

I wasn't expecting it. I've shared a bed with you before.

[ he lobs the comment playfully at her as he falls bad on the bed, his hands finding her hips as he lays back. ]

he really is and i can only approve of more of his face! (sob this tag is so short)

[widowing]

Aren't you glad you woke up in time for coffee now?

[ she leans down to kiss him, keeping it light and teasing and playful as her hands roam over his chest. ]

I just wish more people would icon him (and no worries~, it's lovely)

[recalibration]

[ he nods in agreement with a smile on his face as her lips press against his, letting his hands wander underneath her shirt at the small of her back the way her hands are on his chest. he's completely forgotten how exhausted and hungry he was just a few minutes ago, but he certainly doesn't mind the distraction. ]

ikr the icon/rp world needs more renner

[widowing]

[ she's used to running on little sleep and low energy herself, but the thought that they're both low on either kind of fuel is pushed aside as she reaches down to slip his hands underneath his shirt. there's no rush or urgency this time, no need to hurry, and so she just rests her hands on his stomach as she kisses him, digging her nails in ever so slightly. ]

need those bb!renner icons, get on it people!

[recalibration]

[ it was nice being with her like this: no time contraints, no adrenaline from a narrow escape, no fear lingering in the back of his mind that their location will be tracked, no fresh wounds. their relationship was too professional to compromise outside of the field; sure they were still partners and even friends off duty, but they treaded lightly beyond those boundaries for a multitude of reasons. he's starting to forget why it was once so important that they kept their distance, especially when they were so obviously entangled in one another emotionally already.

the muscles in his stomach tighten below her, body reacting to each touch from her in kind like tendrils of electricity is flowing from her fingertips. he's convinced she could destroy a man with just that touch (how lucky is it that she decided he was worthy of it). his hand slides along her back in a gentle caress he's sure wont drive her as mad, but maybe catching her lower lip between his will do the trick. ]