While Clint ran his checks and set up his security system, Natasha stripped off to just her simple cotton panties before climbing into bed and pulling the light sheet up over her. She hadn’t felt this tired in a long time, at least not without having just finished a rather intensive mission, and she was already half asleep by the time she heard Clint return.

She listened to him pad quietly around the room, and opened one eye long enough to spy the bottle of water he had placed thoughtfully on her night stand. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes again when she felt the bed shift as he settled in behind her. Letting out a soft sigh when his lips brushed her skin, she rolled over to face him, not pressing herself against him but bringing her body closer to his nonetheless.

“Good night, Clint,” she whispered, resting one hand against his chest to feel his heartbeat pulse under her fingers in a soothing rhythm.