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Clint laughed and kissed Eames, "Anyone tell you, love, " he mocked, with a huge grin on his face. "You drive me crazy. And you're-you're damn right I'm yours. But those lips are mine." He smirked and nipped at the forger's lips. "You wanna dance?"

Eames pulled Clint flush against him and made a point of actually kissing him instead of allowing the archer to tease him like he was. “S'not nice to mock me,” he pointed out, returning the favour and nipping the archer’s lips in return. Not that he had a problem with it. Barton could do almost anything and he wouldn’t have said anything. “And I’m not one for dancing. Sorry. You can and I’ll just sit here and watch.”