"If that was you 'attacking' me..." Clint said, letting the implication linger. There was a grin, teasing at the corner of his lips. Now he was a little curious too, about what would happen if Coulson let go of those inhibitions entirely.
He shrugged. "Not exactly complaining about it here, sir. So what are you waiting for?"
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Date: 2012-05-20 11:54 am (UTC)He shrugged. "Not exactly complaining about it here, sir. So what are you waiting for?"