Red, White and Black

She's a Fire

There was something tickling his nose. It was the first thought Clint had as he surfaced the next morning. Opening his eyes, he realized it was hair. Pulling back a little he blinked as sometime during the night he had wrapped himself around Angel and she was using his arm as a pillow. 

He watched the room grow brighter as he laid there, try to hold as still as possible so he wouldn't wake her. One of her wings was over her face, like someone who has thrown an arm over their eyes. The other seemed trapped half under her body. Curious, he ran the fingers of his free arm along part of her wing before settling it back around her waist. 
Her wings felt different, but it wasn't in a way he knew how to explain. It didn't exactly surprise him, she was different now.. And not just because she was actively fighting now. There was a fierceness to her, a roughness to her edges.

It was extremely appealing.

When she shifted in her sleep, he realized just how appealing he apparently found it. Clint tried to direct his thoughts elsewhere hopefully before she woke up. He would have just gotten up, but she had his arm pinned in a way he knew he couldn't move without waking her.

Angel shifted again, and Clint had to nearly bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning as her movements pushed her tight against him.  
With a slight rustle her wing lowered off her face and she started to turn over. Clint shut his eyes before she caught the look on his face, his hand resting lightly on her hip now as she settled facing him. 

"Someone seems to be awake."

Clint cracked an eye open to look at her as he kept his face neutral, "Maybe."

He watched her eyes flick down his body before coming back to his face and there was a glint in them as she said, "Well, at the very least parts of you are awake."

Both his eyes opened as he stared at her, incredulous, "Did you just make a dick joke? " 

Her grin was slow and a little smug as she said, "Maybe." 

It surprised a laugh out of him, "Fuck Angel."

Angel's eyes seemed to dark as she said, "Okay." 

Clint's mind seemed to grind to a sudden halt. Surely she didn't mean... 

She was watching him, her eyes intense as one of her hands came up to rest against his chest. The moment stretched between them and Clint's fingers tightened on her hip as the tension built in him.

The switch seemed to flip for them at the same time.

Her leg hooked over his as his arm slid around her to yank her closer. Her mouth met his with enough heat to feel like he just might combust from it. Her neediness matched his as her arm and leg wrapped tighter around him, pressing herself against him as his hand dove into her hair.  

Her mouth opened for him when he sought entrance, the soft sounds she was making driving him crazy until he rolled to his back, dragging her so that she was straddling him. She pushed up, reaching down and yanking the hem of the oversized shirt she was wearing over her head and tossed it away. 

The light filtering in the windows hit her as she ranged above him, turning the edges of her wings golden. Clint's hands skimmed up her body as he watched her eyes close for a moment before they flashed back open and her hands shoved at his shirt.

Clint leaned up, letting her tug his shirt off before he sat up with her still in his lap. One of her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled her mouth back to his. Sliding his hand between their bodies, he sought her heat fingers gliding easily over her. He pulled back so he could watch her face.  
He slipped his fingers inside her, watching the way her eyes seemed to blur before they closed and her head tipped back. A single drawn out sigh of pleasure slipped from between her slightly parted lips, and the sound went straight to his cock.