Natasha slept soundly, completely assured that Clint had chosen the best spot and secured it completely so there was nothing to be afraid or wary of. No nightmares, no waking abruptly to strange sounds, just a full night of undisturbed sleep, or at least what remained of the night.
In the morning she felt him move, felt him rise from the bed, but she felt so warm and comfortable that she didn’t push herself to wake up, instead letting herself fall easily back to sleep. She was still vaguely aware of her surroundings, though, like the sound and smell of the coffee that Clint brewed in the kitchen.
When he returned with breakfast she smiled first before slowly opening her eyes to blink up at him. “Good morning,” she mumbled, rolling over on to her back and stretching out her arms and legs.
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Date: 2014-03-14 07:40 pm (UTC)From:In the morning she felt him move, felt him rise from the bed, but she felt so warm and comfortable that she didn’t push herself to wake up, instead letting herself fall easily back to sleep. She was still vaguely aware of her surroundings, though, like the sound and smell of the coffee that Clint brewed in the kitchen.
When he returned with breakfast she smiled first before slowly opening her eyes to blink up at him. “Good morning,” she mumbled, rolling over on to her back and stretching out her arms and legs.