clint/darcy, bruises
Darcy's breath was warm as it ghosted over his skin, her lips just barely touching the multi-colored bruises that had blossomed overnight. Clint sucked in a shuddering breath as she pressed a soft kiss to the tender tissue over his ribcage before licking a trail down to his hipbone. "I wish you were more careful," she whispered.
"Ah, but then I wouldn't get to have you fuss over me," he said, then gasped as her tongue darted out to tease the head of his half-hard cock. "And I like it when you fuss over me."
Darcy glared up at him. "I need to stop rewarding your reckless behavior," she muttered.
Clint propped himself up on his good arm and pouted. "But then I wouldn't get any rewards."
She rolled her eyes and slapped one of the larger bruises hard enough to sting. He whimpered and fell back onto the bed.