Avengers One-Shots

Clint (s) - Haze

I walked into my apartment at around 4 am, definitely not expecting to see Clint sitting on my sofa.

"You high?" He asked.

"Yup."

"What did we tell you about driving high? "

"I got high in the garage in my car, I've been here for like an hour." I told him.

Something about the way he's sitting there, both arms on the back of the sofa, legs spread, is hitting me the wrong way in a good way. Not like he's gonna do anything about it, though.

"Why?"

"I promised you I wouldn't drive high and Tony doesn't like the smell."

The way he's looking at me in the dim lighting is really doing things to me.

"You still got on your outfit from tonight?" He asked in a low voice.

I had tonight's outfit created specifically with his colors in mind. Just because he won't act on his attraction doesn't mean I won't. It's fun to watch him watch me and squirm.

"Yeah."

"Got your heels in that bag?" He asked, his tone low.

"Yeah, why?"

"You know why."

"Use your words, Clint." I said as I walked further into the apartment.

"I'm cashing in that offer for a lapdance."

"Okay ... you want me to give you a lapdance so that you can go back to your place to handle that?" I asked, nodding towards the bulge already forming in his pants.

"Anna ..."

"What? Am I wrong?" I asked through the haziness of my high.

"You gonna let me cash in or not?"

It was a joke we made some time ago, a bet. I can't remember what we were betting on but I bet him a lapdance, it was before this job. Ever since I got here since I became a member of the Avengers I've felt this connection to him and I know that he feels it too. We flirt like crazy but he won't act on it, I know that he's gotten worked up about it too. He says that getting intimate with a team member leads to disaster.

Then we were assigned to work on this mission together. It's cruel, really. I get to dance half-naked for four nights a week with Clint watching me from some dark corner of the gentleman's club. Tony Stark is an asshole ... a massive fucking idiot. He must think this is hilarious and that's why he assigned both of us.

"What are you doing here, Clint?" I asked him, walking over to the pole in the middle of my living room and leaning on it.

"I want my lapdance ... in that outfit and the heels."

"Why? Why now?"

"You know why now. That outfit ... you knew what you were doing." He growled.

"Maybe I did ... don't ruin my high, Clint. Go to bed." I said, grabbing my bag and walking past him.

"Uh, uh ... you've been teasing me since you got here. Even more, since we started this job." he said, getting up quickly and grabbing my wrist to pull me in front of him.

"You've been very clear about not wanting to cross certain lines. Keep your modesty and let me shower, I want to go to bed." I told him, trying not to feel all fuzzy about having his hands on my body.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked, trailing his nose over my neck. "You still smell like your perfume and a little bit like weed. It's slowly turned into one of my favorite scents."