Clint stretched out underneath him, his back arching, as he fumbled to reach the remote. His fingers curled around it, tugging it into view, and he clicked the power button. He dropped the remote to the floor, not really caring where it landed, before pulling Coulson back in for another kiss. It was slow and deliberate, with all the patience that Clint usually reserved for his missions. "Would it be more comfortable for you?"
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Date: 2012-05-26 01:20 pm (UTC)