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Post by barton on Nov 16, 2009 16:22:06 GMT
A frown briefly flickered and marred Clint’s expression as she slid away from him and out of his grasp before it was quickly replaced by his trademark smirk as the music started to play and the show got on the proverbial road. He’d always known that she had a, well, one hell of a body, but watching her dance like this... Well, it brought him to a new level of appreciation to say the least. His blue orbs quickly fixed on her own as she turned to glare, quirking an eyebrow slightly in challenge and the smirk took on a much more playful overtone.
“I wouldn’t say a quivering mess, exactly...But that’s probably a fair description.” He couldn’t help but enjoy the view; Elektra was definitely shooting her way up Clint’s list of hot SHIELD agents. Not that she wasn’t in the top ten to begin with, but with a view like the one he had at that moment, not to mention the entire act in total, she was certainly closing in on the top ranks. “Of course, that’s the ones that can keep up with me. The rest? Well, they make the quivering messes look like celibate nuns.”
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Post by elektra on Nov 17, 2009 16:54:06 GMT
"Well then..." she began, standing straight again and slowly lowered her behind to touch his lap, her hips still in rotation. One sitting down, she paced in slow long grinds as she placed a hand to cup his cheek and leaned inwards. Her lips pressed softly onto his neck as she kissed up and whispered soft seductive moans to his ear.
"Seeing as I'm not really charging you for this dance, taking this further wouldn't necessarily be prostitution..." she whispered followed by a gently lick to his ear lobe. "I mean, while money is nice, how about you make a bigger deposit?" she slipped from his lap and crouched down in between his legs. Her teeth clenched the zipper on his pants and slowly tugging it down.
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Post by barton on Nov 18, 2009 21:10:45 GMT
He almost face faulted as she decided to take it further, having only expected a dance, a very sexy and amazing dance, but nothing beyond that. Elektra definitely was the most surprising SHIELD agent in his books, and this surprise was certainly a welcome one. “Well, I did come down all this way... And I’m always looking out for a good investment.” He shifted his legs slightly as she bit the zipper on his pants and slowly unzipped him, his eyebrow rising in further surprise. While not to boast, he’d been around a few times with various women, but he’d never seen that done before outside of the movies. Anyone else Clint would of found it cheesy, but somehow Elektra pulled it off and then some. Of course, with her looks and sensuality, there probably wasn’t much she couldn’t pull off and make it look sexy.
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Post by elektra on Nov 19, 2009 6:07:32 GMT
"Well that's just perfect then. This just might be the best investment you've made in awhile." she replied flicking the button of his pants, causing them to come undone. She stood up, slowly rocking from side to side, grabbing the front know of her white shirt and untied it, allowing it to fall open and drape over her bare breasts. She straddled him again, slowly positioning herself over his open fly and moved her hips in rotation with a slow pace. She moaned while bending backwards, allowing her hands run down his legs while her own lifted and slowly wrapped around his neck as her hips continued turning. The perks of being an Olympic leveled athlete and her ninja training, allowed Elektra to be far more flexible than any of the other girls, effectively allowing her to perform more tricks and dance moves. Not to mention, she enjoyed using the flexibility of her body in the bed room. She enjoyed pulling off more experimental and advanced sex positions than the basic guy on top, girl on top, guy from behind, ect. Then again, when she have a guy as attractive as Clint in your clutches, she couldn't help but pull off the special tricks. She could already tell that tonight would be a lovely one.
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Post by barton on Nov 30, 2009 12:30:01 GMT
“From teaching to banking innuendo, do your talent’s never end?” He quipped as he slid his hands around her back as she straddled him once again, admiring the view on offer. Clint had to wonder just how much her physical conditioning could heighten the experience, it had been rare that he’d even “knocked boots” with anyone even close to matching his own level of fitness, let alone surpass it in Elektra’s case. It would certainly make things interesting he was sure, then again considering the firebrand assassin’s wild streak, it was bound to be interesting regardless.
The continual gyrations of her snapped him out of his musings, causing him to shift slightly in response to the subtle changes happening lower down. Of course he usually preferred a little more play upfront rather than getting straight to the deed, but then again he figured that this sort of rough and ready straight forward style of action suited the raven haired beauty that was Elektra to a tee, and when all was said and done Clint was more than willing to sacrifice a little play time. “So, tell me, do all your client’s get this ‘special treatment’...” He paused and leant forward so that his face, or rather his lips, was within a scant hairs breadth with her own before continuing. “...Or am I just damn lucky?”
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Post by elektra on Dec 5, 2009 11:32:29 GMT
"Clients? Seriously?" her icy blue eyes glared back into his after his statement. Her hand wrapped around the back of his head, and her fingers stroking gently through his hair. "I don't normally consider myself having clients. That's more of a hooker kind of thing, which I am not. Other men aren't even allowed to touch me unless they want a broken hand..." her other hand pressed against his cheek as she leaned in to close the minuscule space left between their lips into a short sensual kiss and pulled away to continue. "Suppose it was just the way I've seen you checking me out made me a little curious? Or I'm just in that mood to take things a little further." she smirked. A chuckle escaped her throat as she felt the little something she was sitting on beginning to change.
"I guess I'm not the only one in that mood either. I mean, no use in letting that go to waste. That's only if you want to continue this little session. Word of warning that I am not some delicate little sex kitten. No HBO late night erotica shenanigans here, Clint. While love making is cute, fucking is beautiful, you'd agree, Hm?" she pressed into him and her tongue swirled around his earlobe before she gently clenched it with her teeth and subtly tugged on it, accompanied with a soft moan. "You're call."
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