Purple

Despite the late hour and the threat of rain, the carnival was in full swing. Strike Team Delta was engaged in an animated conversation behind the big top as the colorful stage lights came up and purple hues shot straight up into the dark sky.

“You know what, Tasha, I don’t even know what the hell we’re arguing about anymore,” shouted Clint. “Whatever it is, you win.” He punctuated the last two words with his index finger into her shoulder.

As if on instinct, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it. But instead of twisting him away from her, she pulled him closer and brought her lips to his.

While their kiss deepened, the sky opened up and a hard rain began to fall. Neither seemed to notice until they finally pulled apart. “So, Barton, I suppose you planned this?” she asked as she spread her arms and looked up into the driving rain.

Incredulously he looked at her. “Um, you kissed me first…” he said quietly. Even though it was true, he wasn’t sure if that statement would earn him bodily harm.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck. “I take full credit for the kiss, but you get credit for the purple rain,” she purred. Purple drops pelted them as they continued their kiss.

(More than 100 words AND I filled my own prompt -- Yikes! Sorry!)

Any short ficlet will do.... and I ADORE that you did Purple Rain. *g*

Thanks. I'm not at all known for my brevity, but this could be fun practice. Great topic for ATTF!