Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-07 03:16:00 |
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Maryanne wasn't sure what she was in for. She knew she didn't want to fuck up the easy repertoire that she had with Clint, but she did want to scream down the rafters. For a good reason rather than an angry one. Her heart had been broken, and while it was mild, and minor, it wasn't something she was going to soon forgive. It wasn't easy letting someone in that close. And she sure didn't take it well when he seemed to cut her to ribbons without even a single word. Not that she was willing to admit to all that. To anyone. She did hint at it. But that was all she had done. She didn't name names, she didn't confess the device. But now, just now, she needed to pound it clean out of her system. And what better way to do that a quick, nearly random, bit of sex? She knew he said he would leave the door open. But Maryanne was raised to knock before going into someone's home. And with him being one of the best sharpshooters she knew, she wasn't going to run the risk of him cleaning something sharp and pointy. Standing at his door in some purposely tattered denim cutoff shorts, and a sleeveless, blue bandeau top she rapped on his front door. Knowing what she wore didn't matter, because it would be on the floor anyway. And he'd already seen her quite shamelessly naked. Why pretend she was anything but? "Knock knock," she purred, "I have a delivery here for a Mister Clint Barton?" Her southern accent drawled out every word slow and sweetly. |