respectthegear:

          _{How was something that felt so good, be so bad in the end? He sighed against her lips and ran his hands up across her back, kissing the corner of her lips and immediately going down to her neck, teeth caressing her skin before placing a few kisses, tempted to marker but decided against it on the last second.}

  As if she were a cat being pet – Jessica’s hips and back roll, arching and following the progression of his hands until they find a home. It brought her closer to him whether he intended it to or not, as if there was room for her to be any closer. Being this close brought back too many memories. Happy and sad, but most of them fun.

  And if there was one thing Clint was good at, it was having a very specific kind of fun. Especially if this was anything to go by. 

  A small intake of breath parted her lips, her head falling back, letting hair fall away and baring her throat to him. Her fingers sliding through his hair, back to his shoulders to gently press against them, directing him to the nearest flat surface they could sit on.