widowing | we're so close to something better left unknown; i can feel it in my bones

continuing from here.

[ in spite of how things had gone earlier, the word from hill that they were still on the enemy's radar, and how the night had nearly ended just a few hours prior, the pick-up's gone off without a hitch. a medical team looks them over (no drastic injuries, just a few scratches and bruises) and there's a quick debriefing with hill before they're dismissed to clean up and recuperate before they land back in new york.

they head to the sleeping quarters - a little later than she'd promised, but any sleep is better than none - and fall into a fitful sleep in the same bed for a few hours (both are exhausted, but you can only sleep so well on a flying fortress no matter how tired you are). she awakes to hills voice over the comms - they'll be arriving within two hours.

she turns to clint, glancing over her shoulder (a bit awkward while his arm is still draped over her waist) and nudges his side lightly with her elbow. ]

Hey. [ her voice is kept soft, too, she doesn't want him to startle and knock her out of bed. ] Wake up.

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[ lucky guess and that direct link tony had into shield's computer systems are clint's only guesses, though maybe he's just more predictable than he thought. he's suddenly curious about what natasha's apartment looks like, though with pepper's influence he's sure hers must be just as accurate. ]

Anything is more comfortable than those things.

[ after getting a good look of the front rooms and what appears to be a training area (complete with target) he goes down the hall to the bedroom. clint's in no way materialistic, could care less about having another place to crash in reality (hotels will do when hq becomes too much), but the king size bed is a sight for sore eyes. he'd kiss tony stark right now if it didn't open himself up for endless ridicule, something he preferred to not be on the receiving end of. ]

That'll do.

Mm. [ she follows him around a bit, running her hand over a wall and stopping to take a closer look at the occasional decoration or compartment. eventually she follows him into the doorway of the bedroom, raising an eyebrow at the size of the bed. ]

He doesn't do anything halfway, does he?

[ and then clint gets a subtly playful smile. ]

I think his halfway is still pretty intense. I really can't complain if I'm reaping the benefits.

[ he looks over at her and sees that look on her face, suddenly not at all interested in food. he reaches for both her hands as he backs towards the bed, mirroring the smile with a lot less subtlety (par for the course with him). ]

I was promised sleep.

[ he's not really interested in the sleep either. ]

You got that on the carrier.

[ she follows his lead, pushing him back against the mattress when they reach the edge of the bed and trapping him between her knees. ]

I didn't say it'd be peaceful sleep.

[ he might pretend to resist here and there but there's none of that really happening on his end. he was already upfront with what he wanted back in the hungarian hotel they shared about 24 hours ago. this coincides with that completely. ]

I wasn't expecting it. I've shared a bed with you before.

[ he lobs the comment playfully at her as he falls bad on the bed, his hands finding her hips as he lays back. ]

Aren't you glad you woke up in time for coffee now?

[ she leans down to kiss him, keeping it light and teasing and playful as her hands roam over his chest. ]

[ he nods in agreement with a smile on his face as her lips press against his, letting his hands wander underneath her shirt at the small of her back the way her hands are on his chest. he's completely forgotten how exhausted and hungry he was just a few minutes ago, but he certainly doesn't mind the distraction. ]

[ she's used to running on little sleep and low energy herself, but the thought that they're both low on either kind of fuel is pushed aside as she reaches down to slip his hands underneath his shirt. there's no rush or urgency this time, no need to hurry, and so she just rests her hands on his stomach as she kisses him, digging her nails in ever so slightly. ]

[ it was nice being with her like this: no time contraints, no adrenaline from a narrow escape, no fear lingering in the back of his mind that their location will be tracked, no fresh wounds. their relationship was too professional to compromise outside of the field; sure they were still partners and even friends off duty, but they treaded lightly beyond those boundaries for a multitude of reasons. he's starting to forget why it was once so important that they kept their distance, especially when they were so obviously entangled in one another emotionally already.

the muscles in his stomach tighten below her, body reacting to each touch from her in kind like tendrils of electricity is flowing from her fingertips. he's convinced she could destroy a man with just that touch (how lucky is it that she decided he was worthy of it). his hand slides along her back in a gentle caress he's sure wont drive her as mad, but maybe catching her lower lip between his will do the trick. ]

Edited 2012-06-21 05:18 (UTC)

we're so close to something better left unknown; i can feel it in my bones | (perched)

it's all good~

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oh my god that icon. curse you and your stupid adorable face, renner!

right? he's so dorky and adorable. i need more icons of his face.

he really is and i can only approve of more of his face! (sob this tag is so short)

I just wish more people would icon him (and no worries~, it's lovely)

ikr the icon/rp world needs more renner

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