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ROUND ONE
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Natasha pulled back minutes later, pushing Clint off her and heading into the bathroom on silent feet. Clint relaxed and grinned at the ceiling fan that was turning lazily. The toilet flushed, the sink ran for a while and Natasha returned to the bed soon after, placing the knives on the table as she passed by.
“We've got six hours until we need to be at the airport, Carey,” she says his cover name like it's a disease, looks at the bedside clock instead of Clint's eyes. He rolled onto his side to look at her, twining his fingers through her red hair.
“I wasn't asking you to marry me, Nancy.” he commented quietly, false name sharp on his tongue.
“I'm not the marrying type,” Natasha replied shortly. Clint growled at those words, running his free hand over his face before speaking.
“I really wasn't asking you to,” he stressed. “You know I'm shit at this sort of thing.”
“Not like I'm much better,” Natasha spoke tonelessly to the ceiling, fingers twisting the rings round and round again. “This,” she motioned to the space between their bodies before swallowing. “It's good and fun but there's no use in getting attached. Look at what we do, Clint.” The sweep of her hand pointed to his bow leaning against the wall, her knives on the dresser and the piles of discarded clothes on the floor.
“Come here, Tasha,” Clint said softly, pulling her unresisting body against his. He knew she sometimes got like this after a job, but it had been a while since the woman had given voice to the emotions. Clint ran a hand down her side soothingly, other hand stroking through her hair until she fell asleep curled against him.
They awoke almost together, Natasha's hand on his chest and Clint's arm wrapped over her waist. He smirked at their position, pressing his morning wood against her leg. Natasha rolled her eyes and got out of bed. Clint yawned lazily as she pulled on clothes and disassembled the knives to hide away. She threw his shirt and pants at him as she stalked into the bathroom.
“Get dressed, Barton.” she called from the other room. “I'm going to wipe everything down in ten minutes.” He hurried, taking apart his bow in quick movements and storing it in the bag. She met him at the door and he slung an arm over her shoulders.
“Ready to be newlyweds one last time?” he questioned with a grin, dropping a quick kiss to the top of her head because he could before she walked out.
The flight back to the States was long and uneventful. Natasha slipped the rings off as soon as the plane reached cruising altitude and Clint nodded, storing them away in a pocket. They worked on their reports during the layover, foots tangling under the table where few noticed.
The duo handed in their report to Coulson when they finally reached HQ. Clint hung back after Natasha left, withdrawing the rings and placing them on the agent's desk. Coulson raised an eyebrow.
“No reason to keep them,” Clint said and left the office.
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First of all, I have to tell you that I absolutely LOVED your previous fill so when I saw that you had written this one too I was feeling ecstatic and wow, you delivered! THIS.IS.PERFECT. Everything I wanted, I can't pick my favorite part I loved the whole thing. The sex though... HOT AS HELL!! I can't even.
Thank you SO MUCH! I hope you keep writing these two because it's been absolutely delightful and I really need MORE ♥!
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