Sooooo. I am late to the party, as usual (what's new I always am, I just hope I haven't missed the party), but I have an offering of kissing fic to give, which is a shorter part of a bigger fic. But still. Hi? And have a fic? (:


Um, also, embarrassing fact of the day: I totally forgot to mention that I'm Jo, from mindsofiron.tumblr, and this is my lj account!


Clint wasn't a jealous person by nature – or maybe he was, but only a tiny bit and not unreasonably so, but he'd just spent three weeks in Sweden and he really fucking missed Natasha, and all he wanted to do was eat the fucking dark chocolate out of her fucking mouth, but she wasn't budging from the couch where Steve was giving her the massage. Dropping the expensively packaged bag of chocolate on the floor, he stalked back to his room and took a quick shower, then he sank onto his sheets and brought out an archery magazine, idly flipping through it.

Outside, Natasha sighed when she heard the package hit the floor. She'd normally get angry at him for being so petty, but she missed him too much for that to be a concern, so she gently nudged Steve away and murmured her thanks, smiling a little before she sauntered out to Clint's room, picking up the treat on the way.

He hadn't locked his door, and for that she was just a little glad. She slipped in, turning the lock behind her, and watched him for awhile, pliant on the bed as he flipped through his magazine. When it became clear he wouldn't look at her, she stalked up to him and pushed the magazine out of his grasp, elbowing him until he sat up so she could settle in his lap and rest her head against his shoulder. He stroked a hand absentmindedly through her hair and she sighed in contentment, melting against him.

“I'm sorry,” he murmured, “Didn't mean to get jealous. I know there's no reason to...I just really miss you and I wanted to see you.”

“I'm here now,” she said simply, reaching for the chocolate where she had set it on the nightstand and popping a small square into her mouth. “I'm here now and I can give you what you want.”

She tugged his head down to hers and opened her lips under his, the taste of chocolate wonderfully bitter on his tongue as she tasted him.

“God, Tasha,” he groaned into her mouth, and she swallowed that, too, breathless and moving against him in slight, needy circles.

“It's been too long,” she agreed, losing herself in him as they reacquainted themselves with each other.


ALso, is this how it's done? Do I just leave it here? I'm sorry if I've done anything wrong!