Post by ƴanaϦ on Nov 4, 2012 21:16:40 GMT -5
Going with canon characters Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, but this scene is entirely made up by yours truly. The song belongs to Jeffree Star, I'm in Love (With a Killer)
Don't tease me. I was inspired to do this when my friend used a post of mine to do a suicide SongFiction (my character was not the suicidal one xD ) www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuMb62ez_V4&feature=youtube_gdata_player Listen to the song
A little danger's never stopped me before, seduced by hypnotic eyes, and a kiss to die for
Natasha tilted her head slightly, her hair falling into her eye. She stubbornly raked it back, though the way she kept looking at him sent a chill up his spine. "Something the matter, Barton?" She asked with the slightest of smirks, her voice soft even though she could easily turn around and kill someone. It made Clint shudder involuntarily.
Everything you do causes me pain, torture me with a smile, burning me with your flame. Yeah turn it up!
She kept watching him, making his skin grow hot at the thought of what she could possibly be thinking. It was dark, and yet she looked as though she could read his emotions clearly off his face. Hell, she probably could. It was hard to believe only a short hour ago they had been back to back in the middle of a warehouse, weapons blazing as countless foes replaced the ones that they felled. It had been exhilarating, the thrill of sudden death pressing in in on them from all sides. And yet, she hadn't even batted an eyelash. Shot until there were no bullets left to fire, then commenced an incredible display of martial arts until there was no one left to dispatch. She was sexy when she fought, each fluid motion giving him a different angle of perspective on her.
This f-f-f-fire inside, yeah turn me up!
Now they were in a dingy hotel somewhere just outside of Budapest, laying low while the corporation they had felled in a matter of hours searched for them. She was sitting across the room from him with one leg crossed over the other, studying him with that unreasonable expression of hers that both intrigued and infuriated him at the same time. "Did you hear me, Clint?"
Your body's a weapon tonight, you cut me up!
Clint pulled himself out of his memories, returning her stare in the dark. "I'm fine. But are you? I could've sworn I saw you take a kick to the head," he said, then instantly regretted it. Open mouth, insert foot. It was hard to tell if she was angry or not, but her stare was penetrating and intense.
Cut me up, stab me straight through the heart. Don't you know I'm in love...
His heart skipped a beat as she stood up and made her way over to him. She could probably knock him out if she wanted, but there was a dark excitement rising in him as she drew close.
With a killer!
Clint stood up as she came even closer, the chair he had been perched on skittering backwards.
It's driving me wild!
There was all of five inches of empty space between them, and he could practically feel her fiery temper mounting she was so close.
Masochistic thriller, you're my burning desire.
Her expression changed from indifference into a sort of smirk; one of her eyebrows rose as she studied him. "Clint," she said evenly, and he drew breath sharply. He wasn't scared of her, but their proximity was making his heart beat wildly. He was tempted to wrap his arms around her, but thought she might rip them off for doing so. She was beautiful... And deadly.
Don't care, if I make it out alive. K-k-k-killer!
She suddenly took his face in her hands and drew him close, pressing their lips together in a fierce embrace. He was shocked for a moment, both by this sudden gesture and the ferocity with which she was kissing him. She was passionate, and after a moment his fingers wound their way into her hair and he was kissing her back.
Love me till the day that I die. K-k-k-killer!
Caught slightly off guard, Natasha drew back and looked him in the eye.
K-k-k-killer!
Clint's lips were buzzing, and he was grinning at her in the dark. "Problem, Agent Romanoff?" He breathed, his breath warm.
K-k-k-killer!
This time they both came together with equal drive and longing, unspoken feelings passing between them as their lips locked together. He walked forward, forcing her backwards so that they fell back onto the cheap motel bed.
K-k-k-killer!
((May add more))
Don't tease me. I was inspired to do this when my friend used a post of mine to do a suicide SongFiction (my character was not the suicidal one xD ) www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuMb62ez_V4&feature=youtube_gdata_player Listen to the song
A little danger's never stopped me before, seduced by hypnotic eyes, and a kiss to die for
Natasha tilted her head slightly, her hair falling into her eye. She stubbornly raked it back, though the way she kept looking at him sent a chill up his spine. "Something the matter, Barton?" She asked with the slightest of smirks, her voice soft even though she could easily turn around and kill someone. It made Clint shudder involuntarily.
Everything you do causes me pain, torture me with a smile, burning me with your flame. Yeah turn it up!
She kept watching him, making his skin grow hot at the thought of what she could possibly be thinking. It was dark, and yet she looked as though she could read his emotions clearly off his face. Hell, she probably could. It was hard to believe only a short hour ago they had been back to back in the middle of a warehouse, weapons blazing as countless foes replaced the ones that they felled. It had been exhilarating, the thrill of sudden death pressing in in on them from all sides. And yet, she hadn't even batted an eyelash. Shot until there were no bullets left to fire, then commenced an incredible display of martial arts until there was no one left to dispatch. She was sexy when she fought, each fluid motion giving him a different angle of perspective on her.
This f-f-f-fire inside, yeah turn me up!
Now they were in a dingy hotel somewhere just outside of Budapest, laying low while the corporation they had felled in a matter of hours searched for them. She was sitting across the room from him with one leg crossed over the other, studying him with that unreasonable expression of hers that both intrigued and infuriated him at the same time. "Did you hear me, Clint?"
Your body's a weapon tonight, you cut me up!
Clint pulled himself out of his memories, returning her stare in the dark. "I'm fine. But are you? I could've sworn I saw you take a kick to the head," he said, then instantly regretted it. Open mouth, insert foot. It was hard to tell if she was angry or not, but her stare was penetrating and intense.
Cut me up, stab me straight through the heart. Don't you know I'm in love...
His heart skipped a beat as she stood up and made her way over to him. She could probably knock him out if she wanted, but there was a dark excitement rising in him as she drew close.
With a killer!
Clint stood up as she came even closer, the chair he had been perched on skittering backwards.
It's driving me wild!
There was all of five inches of empty space between them, and he could practically feel her fiery temper mounting she was so close.
Masochistic thriller, you're my burning desire.
Her expression changed from indifference into a sort of smirk; one of her eyebrows rose as she studied him. "Clint," she said evenly, and he drew breath sharply. He wasn't scared of her, but their proximity was making his heart beat wildly. He was tempted to wrap his arms around her, but thought she might rip them off for doing so. She was beautiful... And deadly.
Don't care, if I make it out alive. K-k-k-killer!
She suddenly took his face in her hands and drew him close, pressing their lips together in a fierce embrace. He was shocked for a moment, both by this sudden gesture and the ferocity with which she was kissing him. She was passionate, and after a moment his fingers wound their way into her hair and he was kissing her back.
Love me till the day that I die. K-k-k-killer!
Caught slightly off guard, Natasha drew back and looked him in the eye.
K-k-k-killer!
Clint's lips were buzzing, and he was grinning at her in the dark. "Problem, Agent Romanoff?" He breathed, his breath warm.
K-k-k-killer!
This time they both came together with equal drive and longing, unspoken feelings passing between them as their lips locked together. He walked forward, forcing her backwards so that they fell back onto the cheap motel bed.
K-k-k-killer!
((May add more))
