[ 005 ] ♐ [ Accidental Video ]

[bettercallit]

[ The first thing that comes into view is the inside of a jacket pocket, fingers grabbing at it in their attempt to rummage deeper, and then a blur of colour as it slides out and drops to the floor with a thud. ]

Hey, Phil, you seen the--?

[ Further noises of things being moved around and a close-up of a spectacular jeans-glad ass later with the treads of boots that might be familiar to some, and Clint comes into view, grinning triumphantly with a dog lead held up in one hand and a pleased looking dog butting at the other. ]

Call off the back-up, I got it. [ And this is far too victorious - no, but, really, he lives like a slob, finding anything before Coulson makes him tidy up is an impossible mission - and it's clearly deserving of him crawling over to the couch, knee nudging the device along with him, and throwing his arms up around what he can reach of Phil, pulling him down, and kissing him right on the mouth for everyone to see. ] Leave the repeats of Supernanny and come with? Trouble might be out there waiting for us, and we all know how that ends.


[ OOC: Feel free to throw people at him while he's out and about with Fury. ]

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[bettercallit]

[ There might be the quietest of pleased sounds from the back of his throat, and he's sliding on arm around her waist and the other reaching up to cradle her cheek, head tilting to avoid further nose bumping as he gets the angle just right.

And he's in no hurry to really end it. ]

[hexuality]

[Ginny has met and gotten to know far too many people by kissing them. It's like the City likes playing this absurd game with her. Not that she minds terribly, she supposes in hindsight; it's not like it's awful. Especially when someone is a good kisser and this is getting rather intimate rather quickly—she'd dip him if she could, but she's on the petite side of things so she just rises up on her toes to deepen the kiss even more, one hand curling into the front of his shirt and the other through his hair.

Someone's got to pull away to breathe, right? ... right?




Ginny does. Finally. And she's about as bright red as her hair, too, though largely unruffled otherwise. She clears her throat.]

Oh. Well then.