#biohawk

Jemma only huffed, and he smiled, watching her intent face as she brought up his medical notes on the computer beside the bed.

“I really am fine…”

“You really are an idiot. When are you going to get over this urge to jump off buildings?”

“When the bad guys stop shooting me off them?” He tried for humor. Jemma shot him a glare. “Really, it should have been fine. It would have been fine if some paranoid idiot hadn’t replaced the glass in those windows with rocket-proof glass. Or if Stark had managed to extend the line in my grapple arrow as far as I’d asked.”

“He is never going to be able to get two hundred feet of abseiling line in one bloody arrow, Clint!” Jemma put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “My heart just about stopped when I saw you crash into the side of that building and fall! I’m just glad Vision was able to catch you before you hit the ground!”

She was perilously close to losing it, Clint suspected, seeing tears beginning to well in her eyes even as she yelled at him. “You,” he said, hoping to divert her, “are very sexy when you’re angry.”

Startled, Jemma stopped mid-rant and stared at him, her mouth hanging open. “What?”

“Your eyes flash and your hands clench into adorable little fists. Seriously. I’m so turned on.”

She looked instinctively down at his crotch. Since he was still wearing his tight kevlar combat pants, it was very obvious that he wasn’t exaggerating. Clint wasn’t going to mention that it was partly the aftermath rush of adrenaline. Only partly, though. Jemma really was incredibly sexy… all the time, not just when she was angry. Reaching out, he hooked two fingers into the belt of the cute little dress she was wearing, pulled her closer. She came without resisting, lifting her hands to put them on his shoulders.

Clint felt Jemma’s fingers squeeze slightly, testing the muscle of his shoulders. Glad he’d stripped to the waist to let Helen check him over, he flexed deliberately.

“You’re really okay?” Jemma asked, her voice soft. Vulnerable.

“I’m fine. A little bruised, but nothing broken.” He slid an arm around her waist and tugged. “Come and give me a closer examination, Dr Simmons.” The note in his voice was unmistakably suggestive.

“Here?” Jemma’s eyes flew wide with shock.

“Right here. Nobody is gonna disturb us, trust me.”

Jemma couldn’t believe she was actually considering it, but then… Clint did look quite ridiculously sexy, lying back on the examination table stripped to the waist, his blue eyes darkened with lust as he watched her, waiting for her decision.

Prudently, she returned to the door and locked it. Clint was grinning when she turned back to the bed, unfastening his belt and wiggling out of his tight pants.

“Come here,” he said when she paused to watch him.

“Just appreciating the view,” Jemma replied pertly.

“Come and appreciate with your hands, not your eyes.” Stark naked now, he held out his arms to her, beckoning her closer.

Feasting her eyes on the splendid body of her beloved archer, Jemma walked slowly forward, unbuttoning her blouse. “Will you promise me not to jump off any more buildings?”

“No.” His blue-grey eyes were clear as he looked up at her, strong hands sliding around her waist as she climbed up on the bed to straddle him. “But I’ll try to take better care making sure I’ve got a method of landing.”

“I suppose I’ll have to be satisfied with that, then,” Jemma said with a sigh.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you’re very well satisfied.” His hands moved down, pulling her skirt up to her waist, nudging her lace panties aside, finding dampness. “Very well satisfied indeed.”

Jemma moaned as two long fingers plunged deep, crooking to rub over the sensitive little bundle of nerves deep inside her. Clint’s thumb swirled teasing circles over her clit, bringing her quickly up to a peak. Adrenaline still surging through her jangled nerves, the release had Jemma collapsing limply forward onto his chest.

“Okay, baby,” Clint crooned into her ear, shifting her up his body, pulling her knickers further aside until he could slide slowly into her body. “I got you.”

“I love you,” she whispered against his throat.

“Love you too, baby.” His hips set up a steady rocking motion, one strong arm curved under her buttocks holding her above him so he could make short, easy thrusts. “I’ll always come back to you,” he said softly, even knowing that was a promise he might not be able to keep. She furrowed his shoulders with her nails for the lie; he held her tighter and plunged deeper, harder, faster, until she screamed out his name, tightening down on him in the hot wet clasp that always drove him right out of his mind.