Clint narrowly avoids swallowing his tongue at Phil's words and the heavy look that accompanies them, because fuck.
"Shit, Coulson, you can't say stuff like that," he complains, looking around a little wildly. "Not in the middle of the damned office!"
Phil smirks. "Why not? You can't tell me it isn't what you wanted here? Or am I reading this wrong?"
"No," Clint hurries to say, taking an involuntary step closer as Phil slips his jacket on. "Not at all. No wrong reading, I can assure you. It's just that I always thought you had 'proper behaviour at the office' rules, which I have to warn you I am going to break spectacularly if you keep going."
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:13 pm (UTC)"Shit, Coulson, you can't say stuff like that," he complains, looking around a little wildly. "Not in the middle of the damned office!"
Phil smirks. "Why not? You can't tell me it isn't what you wanted here? Or am I reading this wrong?"
"No," Clint hurries to say, taking an involuntary step closer as Phil slips his jacket on. "Not at all. No wrong reading, I can assure you. It's just that I always thought you had 'proper behaviour at the office' rules, which I have to warn you I am going to break spectacularly if you keep going."