From her reclined position, Natasha took a moment to study Clint while he started on breakfast. He looked happy, relaxed, and well rested, and generally better than he had for months. Her smile brightened.

“I don’t think I woke once all night,” she replied. Pulling the pillow out from under her head, she clutched it to her chest as she sat up, drawing her knees up to hold it there. Clint was doing well not looking, but she knew that even after all this time he found it nearly impossible to not be distracted by her nakedness unless it was a dire situation. If she needed patching up, or help to get clean if she was injured then he was always a true gentleman, his concern far outweighing his libido, but in situations like these when everything was good and nobody was hurt? Not so much. It was always reassuring that he still found her unbelievably attractive.

“You look as if you slept well,” she said, taking a sip of coffee before plucking a grape from the plate and popping it into her mouth.