Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-03 00:59:00 |
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Maryanne almost talked herself out of this one hundred times or more. While Mitchell's approval had given her moxy for the first few feet, it had slowly faded into a puddle of nerves. What if Clint was only trying to be nice? What if he was only interested in her for sex? Would she be okay with that after? After she stood in the elevator door for about ten minutes, Jarvis reminded her, "You're on the proper floor." "Yeah yeah I know, I know. You don't know what it's like to have to give yourself balls, Jarvis, but I do. Seeing as I am currently lacking a set." "Indeed" Maryanne took a deep breath, and stepped off, glad for the pushy AI. It took all the determination to go through with what she had planned. She didn't give herself time to get sweaty palms, once she reached his door. Knuckles rapped against it, and she simply rocked back on her heals and waited. Much like the last time she'd come over Clint spent the moments between her texts and the knock on the door trying to seem less like the chronic bachelor he was, picking up the bits of clothing and his uniform laying around, trying to clean up all the arrows he'd been tinkering with and taking the rest out of the wall. But once he heard the knock on the door he simply dropped them all on to the coffee table and jumped over the couch (again) to answer with a grin, wishing for a few moments that he'd thought to put on a towel instead of just being shirtless. "Hey." he smiled to her, a little bit surprised with how easily he could relax once he saw her waiting there. "C'mon." he told her, stepping back to let her in. Maryanne didn't speak, she simply followed him forward. Half afraid if she spoke she'd lose her nerve. Nerve! Hah! Without pausing long enough to let the door swing behind her, she stepped up in front of him. Without warning she rose up the needed bit, with a push of her toes, and her lips found his. She was seeking something with that kiss. Her hands raising to catch his face between them. Maryanne let herself put her emotions into the kiss. The budding feelngs she was beginning to hold for him. It wasn't all lustful. Or overly explorative. What she was seeking was the spark, the flash of emotional hunger that lit down her spine. Clint had expected a little more noise from her, even from the little he'd been around her he'd grown used to her teasing and banter. So he was a little bit surprised, when she kissed him suddenly, but never one to look a gift horse in the mouth he recovered quickly, returning the chaste, but somehow still passionate kiss, his hands finding their place on her hips easily. It was different, than the kisses they'd shared before, most of those either lusty and passionate or lazy, tinted with a post-coital haze. But he didn't mind that; he rather liked it actually, feeling something more than lust, more than a physical connection or means to an end. And while he wouldn't ever admit it, it scared him a little at the same time. He wasn't sure of himself anymore, and certainly hadn't expected to react to her the way he had. But, he wouldn't let the fear win, not this time, so he gently tugged her a little bit closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around her proper and dragged out the kiss as long as he could manage. The moment Maryanne felt it, felt that fizzle that crawled down her spine and did back flips at the base of it, she smiled into the kiss. Her hands dropped from his face, gliding over his shoulders, the moment he drew her closer. And she followed the need to deepen the kiss. Yet she also had to fight the urge to drop into glee filled giggles. That feeling, that was the one she'd missed so much. The one she'd been bereft of. Clint had been hiding it all along. And while she wanted the kiss to go on forever, she knew it couldn't. They both needed to breathe after all. So slowly, without losing physical contact, she let her toes ease her back down. Breaking the kiss. Smile still touching her lips as long lashes parted. "That was what I was coming for." There was only the slightest touch of teasing in her tone. Clint didn't quite let go, his hands just going a little bit loose so she could slide back to her feet, his hands resting lightly at the curve of her hips as he smiled down to her, blinking a few times, almost like he had to get used to having them open again. "And what might that be?" he asked with a smirk, fairly certain he knew what it was but not quite ready to admit it, just in case he was the only one to feel it all. "'Cause I'm sure you could get a kiss from about half the guys out there if you wanted it." he told her, brushing the longer hair off her shoulder lightly. Maryanne settled her arms loosely over his shoulders. She hummed softly as if she had to think over the answer to that question. To find it. But it was more that she had to figure out a way to articulate it. "It's a little hard to put into words. I was hoping, that I would feel a frizzle down my spine. But I wasn't sure I could hope for the warm fuzzy feeling that settled after. So I might be able to get a kiss from about half the guys out there, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have got what I was looking for from a single one of them." There had been accented with a nod toward the door. She actually surprised herself at being able to admit as much. But Mitchell was right. She didn't know when they would run out of tomorrows. Clint couldn't help the grin, leaning down to kiss her again, quick and light. "Those words work." he told her, a little more relieved than he expected to know she felt the same. He had no idea what would happen, how all this would work or where they would go but this island, for what he could tell, was either tremendously good or tremendously bad to his inhabitants and maybe, for once in his life, he'd be one of the lucky ones here. And he still hoped that he could help her too, make her time here a little bit easier than he was sure it had been since she showed up. He'd seen her so angry and sad over the past weeks and part of him just…wanted to change that. He liked her happy. "And I'm real glad you felt it." |