[ Clint whines and her head is full of nonsense (she breathes out a wow, mystified by the sound), nails abruptly digging into that too-purple top when he palms her. She gasps, eyes going wide and cheeks flaring hot β he makes her swallow down anything else she might say, heart thundering hot in her chest when he anchors himself to her cheek, barely there stubble scratching her skin.
It's particularly sobering, how her body shivers with delight when Clint breathes Duplicity into her skin. She's in two very different places right now: hyperaware of her body and him and how they're doing this on a bus as much as she is hoping, hoping, hoping for more, on the bus. She makes a soft little noise against him when he leans down, all six-foot-three of him edging close until he's kissing that pout off her lips.
He doesn't have to try too hard, physical reassurance soothes Lottie in ways she doesn't really understand and he's giving it. A peck to smooth out her almost-frown, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass. Her mind buzzes with less thought and more yes the longer they stay close like this, wondering when the hell she got so bold to do this in public.
(Like everyone else, is unsaid. Wandering around the city in the hours after her arrival showed her exactly what was expected of her and in typical Lottie fashion she said not me. Could never be me, says miss TikTok viral sensation (twice, counting!). Now look at her..)
She cups the back of his neck, warm and just above the soft line of his choker β high enough to feel his mussed blonde curls and to pretend like it's only an accessory she doesn't want to touch. The other curls at his shoulder, fingertips slipping beneath his collar to press divots into his bare skin. She wants to stay close. She doesn't know how to say she wants to stay close so she presses a kiss at the corner of his mouth, dipping down to plant one at his chin. ]
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It's particularly sobering, how her body shivers with delight when Clint breathes Duplicity into her skin. She's in two very different places right now: hyperaware of her body and him and how they're doing this on a bus as much as she is hoping, hoping, hoping for more, on the bus. She makes a soft little noise against him when he leans down, all six-foot-three of him edging close until he's kissing that pout off her lips.
He doesn't have to try too hard, physical reassurance soothes Lottie in ways she doesn't really understand and he's giving it. A peck to smooth out her almost-frown, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass. Her mind buzzes with less thought and more yes the longer they stay close like this, wondering when the hell she got so bold to do this in public.
(Like everyone else, is unsaid. Wandering around the city in the hours after her arrival showed her exactly what was expected of her and in typical Lottie fashion she said not me. Could never be me, says miss TikTok viral sensation (twice, counting!). Now look at her..)
She cups the back of his neck, warm and just above the soft line of his choker β high enough to feel his mussed blonde curls and to pretend like it's only an accessory she doesn't want to touch. The other curls at his shoulder, fingertips slipping beneath his collar to press divots into his bare skin. She wants to stay close. She doesn't know how to say she wants to stay close so she presses a kiss at the corner of his mouth, dipping down to plant one at his chin. ]