There have been people in Daisy's past who have promised not to hurt her. She'd believed them then and suffered for it later, but she doesn't think that's how things will end with Clint. Call it delusional or wishful thinking, but she wants to trust her gut instinct instead of doubting herself.
That question makes her pause, though, and she leans back slightly to study his expression for a moment. Rejection issues — that's something they'd had in common when they'd discussed their 'flaws' earlier. Putting that knowledge into the context of his question nearly breaks her heart, and she can't help but wrap her arms around his shoulders and lean back in for a solid hug. "I promise I will."
She knows what it's like to be that vulnerable, to be scared of the rejection you're sure is coming. Their roles will inevitably end up reversed with her needing him to be strong while she's the vulnerable one, but something tells her he can do that. They can do this, being what the other needs because they understand what it feels like. This thing might take a ton of work to figure out, but if they both put in the time and effort, they might stand a chance of making it.
Clint knows that he might hurt her, and that she might hurt him too, but he's never going to do it on purpose. He thinks that she feels the same about that, especially when she promises that she won't stop talking to him if they have sex. Clint's an Avenger. He's had his fair share of men and women that have wanted to get close to him just because of the notoriety. Once they got what they wanted, he just never heard from them again. That's not what he wants this time.
At least Daisy has her own form of fame, or whatever they want to call it. She gets it, and she's probably had similar experiences. That helps a lot. Add to that that Clint doesn't think that Coulson would have convinced him to go on a date with her if he thought it would end poorly.
He trusts that she's telling him the truth, so he draws her in for another kiss, a bit softer this time. He pulls back for a moment to ask, "what do you like?"
Back before SHIELD, even before the Rising Tide, Daisy had been a one-night stand girl. It's not something she proudly flaunts, but she'd used her body when she had to in order to survive. Having sex with someone gave her a bed to sleep in when everything she owned fit in a duffel bag, and if they weren't completely disgusting, she'd stretch the 'relationship' as long as she could stand just to have a place to stay. Saving up and being able to afford the van had been a big step for her — after a lifetime of having nothing, she finally had a home. Sure, it was on wheels, but it was hers.
She isn't that girl anymore, and the days of casual flings are far behind her. What she wants is stability and connection more than anything else.
A moment of silence passes as she thinks, but then she answers truthfully, "Not gonna lie, it's been ten years since I was with someone, so I think we're gonna have to figure that out together." Another pause before she adds something that's important for them both to acknowledge. "I don't like feeling restrained. Holding my hands is okay, just not my wrists."
That would be a foolproof way to immediately kill the mood.
Ten years is a long time to have not been with anyone. Clint can't say the same about himself, since he's been pretty promiscuous since the divorce. The difference between him and those just looking for clout is that he's always very up front about it, and he doesn't do any unexpected ghosting. He's not ashamed of it but he is getting tired of meaningless hookups. He's really glad that Daisy wants more than just that.
"No wrists, got it." He doesn't think he would have gone for that, but it's good to know, nonetheless. "Why don't you let me take care of you, then? I'm very good with my mouth." Not only that, but going down on his partners is one of Clint's favourite things to do.
"And then, if you want, we can finish off in my bed. You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but you're welcome to. I've got a really good coffee blend for the morning, and you won't want my cooking, but I can go get bagels." He's a simple guy so he's not going to promise her things that he isn't interested in giving. If she's not a bagel girl, they can go out for eggs. He's pretty easy.
She isn't expecting a full itinerary laid out for the night and morning ahead, but she kind of loves it. Before he gets to the end of the proposition, she's struggling hard not to grin like the cat that ate the canary. How can he be so hot and utterly adorable at the same time? It really should be a criminal offense.
"Wow, planning out the rest of the date, huh?" she teases gently, making sure to telegraph through her body language that she's not being cruel or unkind. Her fingertips comb through his hair as she pretends to consider his offer. There's really nothing to consider though, because, "Who could say no to an offer like that? Go on, then. Show me what you've got, Barton."
"Planning things out has done us pretty well so far," Clint replies, grinning. He kisses her, this time licking into her mouth immediately while he undoes the clasp of her bra. Now that he knows where this is going, he's much more self assured in his actions, taking the lead easily.
He has to lift Daisy off of him so that he can get to her pants, but he's not ready for that yet. He'd just gotten her topless, and she deserves to be admired. She's absolutely gorgeous, and her tits are perfect. He brings his hands up to cup them, runs his fingers over her soft skin and then starts kissing down her neck.
He presses her back against the couch when he has his fill, tugging off her pants and then proving that he hadn't been exaggerating about how good he is with his mouth.
He's not wrong — about any of it. Planning has gone very well for them, and he is very good with his mouth. She makes sure he knows just how good he is by vocalizing her appreciation of his skill, first with words and then with completely meaningless sounds. One of her hands holds tightly to the couch cushion beneath her while the other grasps at his head, his shoulder, his hand, whatever she can reach first until the next wave of pleasure inches her closer.
It doesn't take long, whether because of his skill or just how long it's been since she had someone else in control of her pleasure. She can't fully let go, not without risking some property damage in the process, but she comes damn close to saying fuck it and buying him a new couch. The orgasm still crashes through her like a tidal wave, but she's a little more grounded than she'd like to be, breathing heavily while everything within her shakes and the rest of the world remains still.
"Goddamn, Clint," she breathes, anything more eloquent beyond her each at that precise moment.
Looking up at her from between her legs, Clint just grins. He might be a little cocky about how good he'd just made her feel. "Yeah?" he asks before reaching for his tossed shirt and wiping his face off on it, not knowing if she'd appreciate being kissed right away or not yet. Now that he's cleaned up a bit, he kisses up her body and then presses their lips together. So far, this night is going very well.
Clint gets his arms around Daisy in a loose hold and peppers kisses over her shoulder. "I think we mentioned something about a bed?" he says. He loves his couch, but it's not really even big enough for him alone, and it's even more crowded with two people in it. "Not that there's any rush to getting there. I don't mind kissing you some more."
His touch is like a balm for her soul, smoothing over a few of the more ragged edges and proving that not everything in her life has to hurt. She returns his kisses with her own to the side of his head while her hands roam languidly over his back.
"Mmm..." she murmurs, slowly forming more coherent thoughts as the warm glow dissipates and her mind starts working again. "Let's move the kissfest upstairs. It feels kind of like we're trying to make out in the back of a car with how much room there is on this couch."
Not that it's a bad couch. She will forever have very fond memories of this couch. But a bed would be so much more spacious, and she'd have better access to return the delightful attention she's been shown.
"In my defense, it's a good couch for one person. Maybe not a person that's 6'3'' but, you know," Clint teases. He kisses her once more, briefly and then rolls off of her onto his feet. He's still wearing his pants, so for the sake of fairness, he strips out of them and kicks them to the side. Reaching out his hand to help Daisy up, he says, "shall we?"
On the way to the ladder leading up to the loft area, Clint grabs them each a bottle of water and then leads her up. It's always a little weird, climbing up naked with someone behind him, but Clint decides to just roll with it. Once upstairs, Clint moves aside to let Daisy through. The loft itself is very small and the bedroom isn't huge by any means. His bed is held up on palettes only a couple inches from the floor and there's a weight set in the corner. In lieu of a headboard, Clint has a bit of a gallery wall full of photos of his kids, Kate and Lucky. Between the windows is a bow. The bed isn't made but the sheets smell fresh and it looks inviting.
Yeah, the climbing stairs naked part feels a bit weird, but she figures that most things will the first time. If they have a repeat performance (and she certainly hopes they do), then everything will probably be easier and less awkward. For now, she just goes with it, following him up and smiling at what she finds. It's not the typical gross bachelor pad and she appreciates that.
"Much," she assures him before crossing the space to settle on the bed, choosing the side that doesn't have the usual signs of a person's frequent use. She opens her bottle as well, taking a sip while she studies the photos on the wall. After a moment, she tells him softly, "Your family is beautiful."
"Thanks, but I really can't take credit for that. As much as Luara and I didn't work out, she's a great mom." He is definitely over the breakup; it's been quite a few years now. It's good that neither of them are holding onto a relationship that was never going to work, because now they're very good at communicating and co-parenting. Laura's even remarried now, and Clint gets along great with her new wife.
He slides into his side of the bed and drinks about half of his bottle of water before setting it aside. Turning on his side to face her, Clint draws his hand up her side over her hip. "Where were we?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe I promised to get you off again. And if I didn't, I'm promising it now."
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That question makes her pause, though, and she leans back slightly to study his expression for a moment. Rejection issues — that's something they'd had in common when they'd discussed their 'flaws' earlier. Putting that knowledge into the context of his question nearly breaks her heart, and she can't help but wrap her arms around his shoulders and lean back in for a solid hug. "I promise I will."
She knows what it's like to be that vulnerable, to be scared of the rejection you're sure is coming. Their roles will inevitably end up reversed with her needing him to be strong while she's the vulnerable one, but something tells her he can do that. They can do this, being what the other needs because they understand what it feels like. This thing might take a ton of work to figure out, but if they both put in the time and effort, they might stand a chance of making it.
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At least Daisy has her own form of fame, or whatever they want to call it. She gets it, and she's probably had similar experiences. That helps a lot. Add to that that Clint doesn't think that Coulson would have convinced him to go on a date with her if he thought it would end poorly.
He trusts that she's telling him the truth, so he draws her in for another kiss, a bit softer this time. He pulls back for a moment to ask, "what do you like?"
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She isn't that girl anymore, and the days of casual flings are far behind her. What she wants is stability and connection more than anything else.
A moment of silence passes as she thinks, but then she answers truthfully, "Not gonna lie, it's been ten years since I was with someone, so I think we're gonna have to figure that out together." Another pause before she adds something that's important for them both to acknowledge. "I don't like feeling restrained. Holding my hands is okay, just not my wrists."
That would be a foolproof way to immediately kill the mood.
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"No wrists, got it." He doesn't think he would have gone for that, but it's good to know, nonetheless. "Why don't you let me take care of you, then? I'm very good with my mouth." Not only that, but going down on his partners is one of Clint's favourite things to do.
"And then, if you want, we can finish off in my bed. You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but you're welcome to. I've got a really good coffee blend for the morning, and you won't want my cooking, but I can go get bagels." He's a simple guy so he's not going to promise her things that he isn't interested in giving. If she's not a bagel girl, they can go out for eggs. He's pretty easy.
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"Wow, planning out the rest of the date, huh?" she teases gently, making sure to telegraph through her body language that she's not being cruel or unkind. Her fingertips comb through his hair as she pretends to consider his offer. There's really nothing to consider though, because, "Who could say no to an offer like that? Go on, then. Show me what you've got, Barton."
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He has to lift Daisy off of him so that he can get to her pants, but he's not ready for that yet. He'd just gotten her topless, and she deserves to be admired. She's absolutely gorgeous, and her tits are perfect. He brings his hands up to cup them, runs his fingers over her soft skin and then starts kissing down her neck.
He presses her back against the couch when he has his fill, tugging off her pants and then proving that he hadn't been exaggerating about how good he is with his mouth.
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It doesn't take long, whether because of his skill or just how long it's been since she had someone else in control of her pleasure. She can't fully let go, not without risking some property damage in the process, but she comes damn close to saying fuck it and buying him a new couch. The orgasm still crashes through her like a tidal wave, but she's a little more grounded than she'd like to be, breathing heavily while everything within her shakes and the rest of the world remains still.
"Goddamn, Clint," she breathes, anything more eloquent beyond her each at that precise moment.
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Clint gets his arms around Daisy in a loose hold and peppers kisses over her shoulder. "I think we mentioned something about a bed?" he says. He loves his couch, but it's not really even big enough for him alone, and it's even more crowded with two people in it. "Not that there's any rush to getting there. I don't mind kissing you some more."
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"Mmm..." she murmurs, slowly forming more coherent thoughts as the warm glow dissipates and her mind starts working again. "Let's move the kissfest upstairs. It feels kind of like we're trying to make out in the back of a car with how much room there is on this couch."
Not that it's a bad couch. She will forever have very fond memories of this couch. But a bed would be so much more spacious, and she'd have better access to return the delightful attention she's been shown.
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On the way to the ladder leading up to the loft area, Clint grabs them each a bottle of water and then leads her up. It's always a little weird, climbing up naked with someone behind him, but Clint decides to just roll with it. Once upstairs, Clint moves aside to let Daisy through. The loft itself is very small and the bedroom isn't huge by any means. His bed is held up on palettes only a couple inches from the floor and there's a weight set in the corner. In lieu of a headboard, Clint has a bit of a gallery wall full of photos of his kids, Kate and Lucky. Between the windows is a bow. The bed isn't made but the sheets smell fresh and it looks inviting.
"Better?" he asks while cracking open his water.
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"Much," she assures him before crossing the space to settle on the bed, choosing the side that doesn't have the usual signs of a person's frequent use. She opens her bottle as well, taking a sip while she studies the photos on the wall. After a moment, she tells him softly, "Your family is beautiful."
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He slides into his side of the bed and drinks about half of his bottle of water before setting it aside. Turning on his side to face her, Clint draws his hand up her side over her hip. "Where were we?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe I promised to get you off again. And if I didn't, I'm promising it now."