Makeout Fic! Well actually, Make-out fic-snippet that promises a sequel. Snippet under the cut, link to entire fic at the end.


“What else am I supposed to do, Nat?” he hisses, seething with frustration, “I can’t get you out of my system, I’m crazy about you, and that’s not your fault – it’s all mine, but I had to do something about it. We both know that how I feel about you isn’t going to be conducive for our partnership and I only tried not to get in your way.”

She looks at him, eyes wide and bright with something he can’t decipher for a stunned, breathless moment, and then she slips his hold on her wrists and pulls his head down to hers, lips meeting his in a clumsy, bruising kiss. He doesn’t react, and she’s desperate for him to respond – anything, so she grits out against his warm mouth, “What’s wrong – still thinking about Ms Stranger from the bar? Kiss me, damnit, Clint, kiss me back.”

At that, he winds a hand into her hair and slants his mouth over hers, returning her presses hard and fast even as his hand settles on the small of her back to pull her flush against him. The shirt she’s wearing – his shirt, he notes with a surge of heat – rides up between them, and she moans when the rough denim of his jeans scrapes against her panties, sensation finding her center as she rubs up against him desperately. All the earlier lust and sexual frustration flares to life again under his touch, and she knows – she has always known – that it’s going to be perfect with him.

full fic here