Title: temptations and trajectories
Fandom: Hawkeye Comics
Characters/Ships: Clint Barton/Kate Bishop
Rating: Mature
Length: 600 words
Written For: Trick or Treat Exchange 2022
Summary: Clint suffers multiple temptations while he and Kate go undercover as a couple at a costume party. (a story told in six drabbles)
Originally Posted: October 19, 2022
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Kate twirled and looked over her shoulder. "Zip me up?"
Clint froze. He watched the fringe on her dress continue to sway.
"Clint?"
He shook his head. "Sorry." He moved closer and slid the zipper up.
Kate turned, straightened Clint's tie, and looked up with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Is this where we practice making out?"
He sputtered. "What?"
"We're supposed to be a couple, right?"
He hesitated a moment. "Right?"
"Maybe we should practice kissing, just in case."
"In case of what?"
"In case we need to kiss, silly."
Clint scoffed. "We're not gonna need to kiss."
*
"Shall we dance, or should we mingle?" Kate asked.
He didn't like either of those choices. "How about we stand by the buffet table?"
"Okay, so dancing it is." Kate grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the dance floor. This is what he got for telling her she could take the lead on the mission.
Kate looped her arms around his neck and he put his hands on her hips. Too close. Too tempting. He wanted to slide his hands all along her body, he wanted to -- She pressed herself against him and his breath caught in his chest.
*
They'd snuck off to check out the upstairs bedrooms. "Footsteps." Kate pushed him against the wall and before he could react her lips were on his.
"Coast is clear," she whispered a moment before pulling away. He was trying to pull himself together when she took him by the wrist and lead the way into the master bedroom. They went in separate directions as they searched for the device SHIELD so desperately wanted back.
The sound of the doorknob turning had them both hiding under the bed. Huddled close. Her hand brushed against his rapidly hardening cock. Three separate times.
*
Not wanting to be seen away from the party too long, they had drinks at the bar before going off to search the other five bedrooms. How big was this place?
Normally he hated parties, especially costume parties but the flapper dress Kate was wearing made him rethink his stance. His pinstripe suit wasn't too bad either. He'd worn worse.
In the third bedroom, they had to hide in a closet, pressed so close together, there was no way she didn't feel his erection. The way she kept periodically wriggling against him, made him think she didn't exactly object either.
*
In another long hallway, the device secured in Kate's purse, and footsteps had them up against the wall, Kate's tongue delving into his mouth. Again.
A throat cleared. They pulled apart, gasping for air. Kate giggled as the stranger shot her a dirty look. Clint glared at the man and he moved on without a word.
She was kissing him again. Clint wasn't sure why, the coast seemed to be clear, he wasn't about to complain though. Kissing Kate was everything he'd imagined (so many times over the years) and more. But this wasn't real. It was just a mission.
*
They dropped off the device and headed back to his apartment. Kate slipped off her heels and turned her back to him. "Zipper?"
Clint tugged the zipper down and Kate stepped out of her dress.
She turned around and stood there in her bra and panties. "Did you want any help getting undressed? I hear these suits can be tricky." Kate unbuttoned his vest and was already loosening his tie by the time Clint got a hold of his tongue. "Sure?" Suits weren't tricky but he liked the direction things were going and wasn't about to change the trajectory now.
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