🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.). - clint ( LISTEN LISTEN TO ME , stop screaming , UNDERCOVER MISSION WITH CLINT AND THE BOY PANICS AND SAYS THEY ARE DATING BC HES A MESS )
KISSY KISSY // greedily accepting
for @rcliicta ‘s hawkboob
There’s a lot of reasons that Greer is the perfect choice for undercover missions. The main being, hardly anybody knows what she looks like in her human form. She’s also quick on her feet, makes people feel at ease, & she’s pretty easy on the eyes, too. Clint also shares a lot of these qualities, so at first, she didn’t really think twice about the pairing. It also helps that they’ve worked together so many times. It was a good choice. Until it wasn’t.
They’d made their way toward the swanky bar arm in arm, mostly because Greer was clumsy in a pair of heels without her tail. “Ouch, that was my foot!”
“Sorry, just — walk slower!”
Clint scoffed as he unwound his arm from hers, & with a smoothness she hadn’t expected from the rough n’ tumble archer, he snaked his arm high round her waist: his large hand splayed a little too strategically beneath her breast as he hugged her tight to his side. Greer snatched at his wrist with a thin hand in protest, dark blue eyes narrowed at his stern expression. He cut her off as she opened her mouth, hissing beneath his breath. “Don’t start with your feminist bullshit, Mitzi — I’ll make it up t’ya later.”
Greer scrunched up her nose, snaking her own arm around his waist in return so it wouldn’t get sandwiched between them. & look a little more natural. “Oh you better, Randy.”
With one last set of daggers swapped between them, the scantily-clad couple made their way over to the meat-head security guard by the door with easy smiles on their face. Now the plan here was to give them their fake names & breeze on through. Something had either gone wrong, or Greer had been given a wrong fake name in her dossier. Crud.
“Hey, pal,” Clint intervened when the guard tried to seperate them. “that’s my girl — you try t’bounce ‘er an’ there’s gonna be trouble.”
Now’s about the time Greer would usually try to suppress a growl, disentangling herself from Clint so she could just try & sort this out before the boys started throwing punches. Even though she sort of wanted to throw one of her own — would have been quicker. “Listen, I’m there, look agai —”
But before she could even get the last word out, Clint had grabbed a fist full of her ebony hair & swung her around, their lips colliding none too gracefully. Greer exclaimed in muffled protest but quickly got it together, reaching forward to grip the hair at the back of his head in return as he wrapped his arm around her waist & pulled her flush against him.
She felt his tongue at the edge of her lips, goading her to open up & honestly she thought it was a bit of over kill herself, but she begrudgingly complied. Greer tried not to think about it too much, but he knew what he was doing, she’d give him that.
“Alright, Jesus, just get inside.” the guard groaned, waving them through as they quickly pulled apart. “The fuck do I care, anyway.”
Greer huffed a breath out of her nose, half relief & half frustration — right before Clint smacked his hand hard across her ass. It was all she could do to keep herself from swinging around & slapping him full force across the face. Ooooh, she was gonna kill him. “See, baby? Y’jus’ gotta calm down a bit, s’all.”
As she walked through the doors with clenched teeth, Greer flashed the security guard as grateful a smile as she could muster in this moment. As soon as they were safely inside, she muscled Clint to the darkest corner she could find that didn’t already have bodies occupying it & slammed him hard against the wall. Even in her human form she was still stronger than him. “Are you fuckin’ serious!?”
“What!?” he half laughed, holding up his palms to her. “I panicked ‘m sorry.”
“Oh you fuckin’ will be once this is over.”
