spoonerisms | Mockingbird can't you see, little girl's got a hold on me (For swissarmybow)

A third date was something unheard of in the life of Barbara Morse ever since she joined SHIELD. She’d had a boyfriend in college, but that fizzled out once she started working on secret government projects and had to essentially sneak around behind his back. That was years ago, now, and she’d just gotten used to the fact that work came first, and the life of a SHIELD agent was probably going to be a lonely one. After all, if she couldn’t ever get past date number two, there wasn’t much hope for her.

At least, until Agent Barton decided that a third date would be a good idea. Or maybe it was her idea. She wasn’t entirely sure. It was a little confusing, in a lot of ways, but so were the first and second dates, which were really just a continuation of each other that they decided to split into two for whatever reason. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

That’s why she was standing in front of her closet, trying to decide what exactly would be the best thing to wear on a date to a shooting range. Clint had sent her a text asking her to meet him at the range at 19:00. That was half an hour away, and she still had nothing.

But finally, with fifteen minutes to spare, she picked out some skinny jeans and a tight top (cute, without sacrificing movement), and rushed out the door to meet him there. If she’d arrived any later, she would have been late. It was only by pure luck that she wasn’t.

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And once he started looking at the movies, the gears of his mind started turning. How much did he really want to watch a movie? Should he pick something riveting, or something forgettable? If he...

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He chose the worst comedy he could find, within tasteful reason, and took it over to the TV. Watching the movie was hardly on his mind. He was going to be sitting near the woman of his dreams--the dreams he didn't know he had until she showed up--and he wasn't going to waste a second.

Especially, he thought, not after kissing her.

"Hope this is fine."

"If I wasn't okay with you picking something, I wouldn't have turned you loose on my movie collection." Bobbi turned everything on, grabbed the remote, kicked her shoes off, and sat on the couch. In truth, he'd picked one of the worst movies in her collection. It was one of those movies that she didn't really care too much about, but kept around just in case. But she had a feeling that the movie was just going to be background noise, anyway.

"Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable."

Of course, he'd hoped she saw right through it. Although he settled far from her to remove his shoes and rearrange the cuffs of his jeans, he moved in close for the film.

Intimately close.

But there was plenty of time to object, if she wanted him to move. For now, he'd just wait for the movie to start.

"You know how to treat a guest."

"I try my best. Fridge is through there, if you want to get anything." She points behind her. "Bathroom is to the left."

Apparently intimately close is not close enough for Bobbi, because she gets closer. She was practically leaning on him without actually leaning on him.

He sat there in silence for a moment, then reached for the remote, moving to turn the television down to a barely audible level.

"Hey, Morse?"

"Hm?" She turned to look at him, smiling. The movie had barely started, but really, she didn't care. It was a terrible movie, anyway.

"I'm thinking about skipping the movie." And leaning in to possibly try to kiss her.

"I think that's a good idea." He's leaning in, but she grabs him and pulls him in the rest of the way. She'd been thinking about this since the beginning of the archery lesson, and was glad it was finally happening.

He paused for a moment as he fell into the kiss, brain churning out ideas. What he really wanted to do was pull her down on the couch and do this the right way, no twisted necks or odd angles.

He wanted her on top of him again, that was for sure.

Neither here nor there. He let one hand wind into her blonde locks, smiling into the kiss.

"Agent Morse, has anyone ever called you beautiful?"

"Not for a while." And definitely never like that. He'd meant it when he said it. It made her stomach flutter a little bit.

She kept kissing him, somehow working her way onto his lap in the process. It was just easier that way. That was her story, and she was sticking to it.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're amazing?"

"Not recently." But he could get used to hearing it. And having her in his lap was close enough to perfection to count. He couldn't stop feeling on top of the world, definitely not with a beautiful, talented woman kissing him. It was, for all intents and purposes, as though they'd know each other much longer than a handful of days.

He lazily looped his arms around her, hoping that she wouldn't mind.

Bobbi couldn't help but really hope he had nowhere else to be for the rest of the night. She didn't think she'd be letting him to anytime soon. She was more than comfortable where she was, and she was having too much fun.

Her arms went around his neck, and she kissed him some more. She was definitely going to have to thank Fury for setting them up.

Mockingbird can't you see, little girl's got a hold on me (For swissarmybow)

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