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keelieinblack, who encouraged this shamelessly, and kanzenhanzai, who seconded the motion. ETA: A big thank you to niqaeli, who provided a semi-plausible excuse for the image I had sitting in my brain./ETA.
775 words. Roy-Hawkeye-ish. PG.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I did tell you," said Hawkeye, and that was all the warning Roy got before she kicked his feet out from under him and sat on him.
"Oof," said Roy. Hawkeye pinned his hands under her knees--not uncomfortably so, though if she leaned forward, she would probably break half his fingers--and carefully positioned herself so she was straddling him rather than crushing him. "Told me what?" Roy asked.
"That if you didn't finish your paperwork, there would be consequences," Hawkeye said briskly. She pulled something--something pink?--out of her pocket and lifted it to clamp between her teeth, hanging out of the corner of her mouth. She reached down and plucked at Roy's bangs.
Roy blinked up at her. "Consequences," he repeated. He shifted a little underneath her. He couldn't tell what she was doing with his hair but it didn't feel like a consequence, per se. Roy was more used to those hurting. This... felt nice.
Hawkeye came to the end of the few strands she was working with, held it with one hand, and reached up to her mouth to get one of the pink things. They seemed to be ribbons. She tied off the end of the hair and then bent and deliberately put her elbow in his solar plexus.
Roy wheezed through the next repetition of whatever it was she was doing with his hair. When he got his breath back, he asked, "What was that for?"
"You were enjoying my sitting on you too much, sir," Hawkeye said around her mouthful of ribbons.
"I could promise not to try to escape while you administer my punishment, and then you wouldn't have to sit on me," Roy suggested.
"Hm," said Hawkeye. "It might be easier with you sitting up, actually."
Roy waited hopefully, but she kept on without getting off him. "Well?" he asked.
Hawkeye looked down at him with amusement. She tied off another bit of hair and asked, "Are you going to promise, sir?"
Roy sighed. "Yes, I promise not to try to escape until you're done with me."
"Very good," said Hawkeye, shifting back and to the left, pulling her right leg over him.
"And I can sit up?" Roy asked.
"Yes," said Hawkeye. He sat up cautiously, hand going to his head at the odd feel of the ribbons against his brow. Hawkeye slapped his hand away. She started to move, and he started to turn with her, but she said, "No, I'll sit behind you, sir."
Which wasn't entirely comfortable, but Roy was being punished, so he just wrapped his arms around his knees and didn't argue it.
Hawkeye worked carefully around his head, twisting his hair around in little clumps. It still felt nice, nice enough that after a bit Roy relaxed out of that instinctive worry at having someone behind him. He leaned into her touch and, embarrassingly, vocalized an "Mm..."
Hawkeye's hands stilled. "Sir," she said sharply.
"It's like a scalp massage," Roy said. "Are you sure this is a consequence?"
"Quite sure," said Hawkeye, and tugged harder at his hair for a minute, rapid, jerky movements.
Roy kept his moans to himself and eventually her hands gentled again.
Hawkeye came around to his temple and tied the last pink ribbon around the last little bit of hair. "Done, sir," she said. "Would you like to see?"
"See?" Roy asked, opening his eyes. At some point, they'd drifted closed in pleasure.
Hawkeye handed him a compact. He popped it open and looked in the mirror.
Braids.
Hawkeye had put twenty or so teeny, tiny braids into his hair, and each had a little pink bow on the end.
Roy said, "Hawkeye, why do you have pink hair ribbons?" She kept her own hair swept up in a large, metal clip--utilitarian, and not pink.
"I bought them specially for the occasion, sir," said Hawkeye.
"I see," said Roy. He closed the compact and returned it to her. "And the nature of these... consequences?" he asked, gesturing at his hair, but not touching.
"You have a choice, sir," said Hawkeye. "You can leave the office as you are, or you can finish your paperwork, and I'll take them out."
"I see," said Roy. He imagined the looks on his men's faces if he came out looking like this. It would be a laugh, to be sure, he'd be the butt of the joke, but... paperwork? Roy looked up at the stacks on his desk. They looked much taller from down on the floor.
Then Roy looked at Hawkeye. He imagined her carefully untying all the bows and combing out all the braids, smoothing his hair down with nimble fingers. "Paperwork it is, then," he said.
Hawkeye favored him with a rare smile. "Very good, sir," she said. "I'm glad to hear it."
keelieinblack, who encouraged this shamelessly, and kanzenhanzai, who seconded the motion. ETA: A big thank you to niqaeli, who provided a semi-plausible excuse for the image I had sitting in my brain./ETA.775 words. Roy-Hawkeye-ish. PG.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I did tell you," said Hawkeye, and that was all the warning Roy got before she kicked his feet out from under him and sat on him.
"Oof," said Roy. Hawkeye pinned his hands under her knees--not uncomfortably so, though if she leaned forward, she would probably break half his fingers--and carefully positioned herself so she was straddling him rather than crushing him. "Told me what?" Roy asked.
"That if you didn't finish your paperwork, there would be consequences," Hawkeye said briskly. She pulled something--something pink?--out of her pocket and lifted it to clamp between her teeth, hanging out of the corner of her mouth. She reached down and plucked at Roy's bangs.
Roy blinked up at her. "Consequences," he repeated. He shifted a little underneath her. He couldn't tell what she was doing with his hair but it didn't feel like a consequence, per se. Roy was more used to those hurting. This... felt nice.
Hawkeye came to the end of the few strands she was working with, held it with one hand, and reached up to her mouth to get one of the pink things. They seemed to be ribbons. She tied off the end of the hair and then bent and deliberately put her elbow in his solar plexus.
Roy wheezed through the next repetition of whatever it was she was doing with his hair. When he got his breath back, he asked, "What was that for?"
"You were enjoying my sitting on you too much, sir," Hawkeye said around her mouthful of ribbons.
"I could promise not to try to escape while you administer my punishment, and then you wouldn't have to sit on me," Roy suggested.
"Hm," said Hawkeye. "It might be easier with you sitting up, actually."
Roy waited hopefully, but she kept on without getting off him. "Well?" he asked.
Hawkeye looked down at him with amusement. She tied off another bit of hair and asked, "Are you going to promise, sir?"
Roy sighed. "Yes, I promise not to try to escape until you're done with me."
"Very good," said Hawkeye, shifting back and to the left, pulling her right leg over him.
"And I can sit up?" Roy asked.
"Yes," said Hawkeye. He sat up cautiously, hand going to his head at the odd feel of the ribbons against his brow. Hawkeye slapped his hand away. She started to move, and he started to turn with her, but she said, "No, I'll sit behind you, sir."
Which wasn't entirely comfortable, but Roy was being punished, so he just wrapped his arms around his knees and didn't argue it.
Hawkeye worked carefully around his head, twisting his hair around in little clumps. It still felt nice, nice enough that after a bit Roy relaxed out of that instinctive worry at having someone behind him. He leaned into her touch and, embarrassingly, vocalized an "Mm..."
Hawkeye's hands stilled. "Sir," she said sharply.
"It's like a scalp massage," Roy said. "Are you sure this is a consequence?"
"Quite sure," said Hawkeye, and tugged harder at his hair for a minute, rapid, jerky movements.
Roy kept his moans to himself and eventually her hands gentled again.
Hawkeye came around to his temple and tied the last pink ribbon around the last little bit of hair. "Done, sir," she said. "Would you like to see?"
"See?" Roy asked, opening his eyes. At some point, they'd drifted closed in pleasure.
Hawkeye handed him a compact. He popped it open and looked in the mirror.
Braids.
Hawkeye had put twenty or so teeny, tiny braids into his hair, and each had a little pink bow on the end.
Roy said, "Hawkeye, why do you have pink hair ribbons?" She kept her own hair swept up in a large, metal clip--utilitarian, and not pink.
"I bought them specially for the occasion, sir," said Hawkeye.
"I see," said Roy. He closed the compact and returned it to her. "And the nature of these... consequences?" he asked, gesturing at his hair, but not touching.
"You have a choice, sir," said Hawkeye. "You can leave the office as you are, or you can finish your paperwork, and I'll take them out."
"I see," said Roy. He imagined the looks on his men's faces if he came out looking like this. It would be a laugh, to be sure, he'd be the butt of the joke, but... paperwork? Roy looked up at the stacks on his desk. They looked much taller from down on the floor.
Then Roy looked at Hawkeye. He imagined her carefully untying all the bows and combing out all the braids, smoothing his hair down with nimble fingers. "Paperwork it is, then," he said.
Hawkeye favored him with a rare smile. "Very good, sir," she said. "I'm glad to hear it."
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but that is why i love you XDno subject
I don't know what on Earth you mean.
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She came up with the Roy+braids on her own, though.
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Oh I SO did not. You said "Roy" and "braids" in the same sentence and it's not my fault I misparsed the subject and the object!
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Actually, with results like this, I'll gladly take all the blame! [makes up a big "Guilty on all counts sign" to carry around]
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Duh, woman, you know where my kinks are! *snicker*
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stalkerfangirl comment*That's so adorable.
Incidently, I stumbled across some of your OT3 fics via the
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*has
stalkersfangrils* Squee!no subject
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I say it again: ONE BILLION POINTS.
Say, do you think Roy will now slack off even more on paperwork in hopes of a repeat of the 'punishment'? Or is Hawkeye too smart for that?
Whee, pink-bow braids! Headrubs! *rolling about*
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How many points gets a cookie? *G*
Say, do you think Roy will now slack off even more on paperwork in hopes of a repeat of the 'punishment'? Or is Hawkeye too smart for that?
Possibly Hawkeye will catch on
and get more creativeahem.no subject
For this, I think you deserve several cookie factories, at least.
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Creative Hawkeye has the best toys!Mm, cookies.
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Now I have and excuse to bug
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Have I mentioned fanart turns me into a puddle of goo?
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Yay! Goo pile!
...Now I have to draw more art, too. >D
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You should unlock this so I can link to it and people can marvel at the crack. That I had *nothing whatsoever to do with*! :D!!
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And I totally unlocked it already. *G*
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I agree with Roy and the scalp massage thingy tho ^-^
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Did I mention the Britney Spears statue keeps showing up on my flist? Damn it, it's the plague.
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But no posterior view yet, I'm betting.
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You do know that if I come across a posterior view I will be sharing it like WHOA, yis?
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Come on AIM! I am IM'ing from BED!
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