((I’m going to treat it like a drabble prompt bc I re-read the title of the meme and it doesn’t make much sense sO, lets get sexual in public i suppose lmao—)
It was so terribly public—the smell of smoke and rain on cement and brick, in this alley a bit too wide to be called secluded, a bit too long to be called a dead end, the creaking mesh-wire fence at the far end leading to someplace equally dark and unassuming but had anyone decided to turn the corner for a smoke break, they wouldn’t even have a place to hide.
Not that either of them seemed particularly preoccupied with privacy at the moment.
There had been one too many bottles of champagne and perhaps, possibly (probably) one, or two, or three too many shots of tequila after and whatever else that followed but Elsa couldn’t count the drinks as well as she could count the number of open-mouthed kisses trailing down the length of her neck (five, six, seven—oh god), the number of ragged breaths she had to take (nine, ten, eleven…) before she tugged on a handful of rain-soaked hair and pulled his face back up to hers, lips meeting though she was sure hers were already bruised.
Fuck all to the fact that they’d just met today, or the fact that she was supposed to be on a mission to do something important for Fury (she could deal with him later), but she had to deal with this now; she wanted to deal with this now. So she bit back the small voice pleading with her to stop, because this was too open/too vulnerable/too damn stupid and kissed him hard, letting her mind spin out from between her fingers as she dug her nails into his back and heard the distinct clink-clack of her shirt buttons hitting the rain-sodden ground.
