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if i wasnt, you couldnt afford me.

Oh really? What's your asking price?

thats for me to know.
youre already gettin it for free.
so we doing this thing.
should i start getting warmed up.

See, now you just make me curious, Strider.

We are indeed doing this thing.
No, I don't want you starting the fun without me.

cmon then babe i cant wait here forever yno.

Let me through the window.

[Carol's still in her uniform. It's been a really long day.]

[When Bro gets to the window Carol looks just a little haggard]

Mind if we order something to eat first? I just realized I haven't eaten all day.

[He leaves the window open for her, offering her a hand in with a cocky smirk when she arrives.]

I'm startin' to think you're just coming here to eat all my food, Danvers.

You've seen through my ruse. I'm not here for the sex or the snark: it's all about the food.

[Carol smirks right back. She takes the hand, using it to guide her through the window and down onto the floor.]

I'm thinking pizza. What do you say? I'll buy.

Dang, shoulda seen that coming.

[He leans on the sill once she's in, nodding his assent.]

I ain't gonna say no to an offer like that.

[Carol leans up and kisses Bro. It isn't what one would call soft, but it isn't as heated as the others they'd shared.]

So what do you want on your pizza?

[He's briefly taken aback by that kiss. Not the fact that it happened, but the relative tenderness of it. It's quickly shaken off, though, and he shakes his head.]

Depends. Are we sharin' or having one each? I ain't sure you can handle what I take on a pizza.

[Carol takes out her phone and begins finding the number for the pizza place.]

One each then cold pizza later if we get hungry again? Dare I ask what's so bad you think I can't handle it?

[She has no doubt that he can order some weird shit on his pizza and honestly like it. That's just who he is.]

I like the way you think. [Really, you're a woman after his own heart. He shrugs one shoulder.]

How are ya with pickled jalapenos?

I'll eat them if I have too, but I can't say I like them too much. Anything else or just that?

[If he doesn't add anything too the order she goes ahead and calls in the order for two large pizzas. Her's with chicken and bacon, his with whatever he wants.]

[He does add a few things. A list of things that have no place being on a pizza at all, never mind all at once, but he's utterly straight-faced as he says it and he's going to eat it too.]

Does this mean I'm buyin' next time?

[Whatever, as long as he pops a mint before they start she doesn't care what he eats.]

I think that sounds fair. Now, you wanna make out on the couch till the pizza gets here?

I thought you'd never ask.

[And with that, he takes a seat, pointedly tapping his thigh.]

[Carol raises an eyebrow but straddles his lap nonetheless. As she sits a golden halo goes from the center of her body to the top and bottom, changing her clothes back into the t-shit and boxer shorts she'd fallen asleep in last night.

Yeah, it'd been a long day.]

You're lucky you're so good looking.

[Daaang. He slides his hands up her bare thighs and smirks up at her. He's lucky for something, that's for sure.]

Less talk, babe. My mouth's got better things to be doin'.

[Carol grins and leans down and captures Bro's lips in a passionate, but short, kiss. Her hands rest on his shoulders as she pushed back slightly.]

Hows that?

That was just fine, 'til you stopped.

[Translation: keep doing that and don't stop. He slips one hand up around the back of her neck and pulls her down to kiss her again. Really, Carol, you can't still be nervous about this kind of thing.]

[Carol smiles into the kiss, moving one of her hands up into his incredibly soft hair.

It's not that she's nervous, it's that she enjoys teasing him.]

[There are better ways to tease, Bro thinks, and yes his hair is utterly ridiculous in its level of anime. There's no way it should be able to stay in that style naturally, yet it does.

He leans back, sliding her closer, letting out a soft chuckle in the back of his throat.]

I know you can do better than that...

[She hums, allowing herself to be brought closer.]

Don't want you to get too worked up. I'd hate to miss the pizza delivery.

[Still she goes in for another kiss, deeper this time, running her tongue along his bottom lip]

I resent the implication that I'd miss somethin' like pizza.

[He murmurs it against her lips as he gives a light nip to the lower one, encouraging the deeper kiss with one hand pushed into her hair.]

You saying pizza's more interesting than me?

[Carol eagerly responds, nipping his lower lip in return. Her hand that isn't still in his hair slides down his side and starts toying with the hem of his shirt.]

[Despite how tempting the kissing is, and despite how much he wants to continue (and please keep moving that hand, Carol, he likes where this is going), he does shift back to narrow his eyes at her.]

... Is that a trick question?

[When he shifts back Carol stops moving her hand and she raises an eyebrow]

If you had to chose between the pizza I just ordered you, or me naked on your bed, which would you choose?

[He hisses in a breath through his teeth, slow and considerate.]

... I can't have both?

[Carol slaps Bro's chest and slides off his lap and onto the couch beside him]

Well, I guess I'll just make that choice for you.

[She smirks.]

Aw, come on, Danvers.

[He rolls his eyes, smirking right back.]

Can't you take a joke?

'Course I can.

[She smiles and leans over, gently nibbling on Bro's ear lobe.]

But I like compliments better.

Tch, we can't always have what we want, babe.

[But he doesn't lean away.]

Where's the challenge in that?

So it's a challenge to insult me, but compliments just roll off the tongue?

[Carol enjoys bantering with Bro about as much as she enjoys kissing him]

I ain't complimented you yet, where you gettin' an idea like that?

[The feeling is mutual.]

[Carol's about to respond when there's a knock at the door.]

Hold that thought.

[She literally leaps over the back of the couch to get to the door. After a short transaction with the delivery guy she returns, setting two pizza boxes on the coffee table.]

Careful, they're hot.

Sweet.

[He sits up, draping one arm around Carol's shoulder, leaning his weight against her as he peers over her shoulder.]

I'm starving.

[Carol doesn't mind the extra weight. She actually leans into him after grabbing a slice of her pie]

Tell me about it.

[She stuffs it in her mouth in a most lady-like manner. It is very, very hot but Carol doesn't seem to notice.]

[Only for the sake of not spilling his own pizza over her does he lean away with his own slice, taking a bite of the hell-on-a-pizza-base without so much as a flinch.

It's these moments when a person really has to wonder what the hell he fed Dave.]

[Clint texts anyway, no regrets]

You're only allowed to be busy if it's genuine work or drunken sexcapades.

[Luckily she isn't at Bro's place yet so she can respond to the text.]

I've been working for two days straightall day, you guys have the situation covered.

Also, I've been sober for 3 years. Why would anything I do be drunken?

God. Do you not have any fun?

Drinking was never fun for me.

Sober sex is better anyways.

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