Clint’s sleepy voice and disorientation was kind of
cute, and on any other day Natasha would have found it amusing, but while he
had been sleeping she had done little more but think about what was to
come. Needless to say she was not
feeling easily amused this morning.
“A little,” she said, slowly pushing herself to
sit up now that she knew her movements wouldn’t wake him. She had drifted in and out a few times, which
probably didn’t really count as sleeping but it would have to do. “We have about an hour.”
Drawing one leg up on the bed so she could turn
partially toward him, she did smile a little at the picture he presented. Brushing a hand through his sleep mussed hair
and down over his cheek and jaw, she traced his lips with her thumb before
retracting her hand. “We should get
ready.”
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Date: 2014-06-16 01:47 pm (UTC)From:Clint’s sleepy voice and disorientation was kind of cute, and on any other day Natasha would have found it amusing, but while he had been sleeping she had done little more but think about what was to come. Needless to say she was not feeling easily amused this morning.
“A little,” she said, slowly pushing herself to sit up now that she knew her movements wouldn’t wake him. She had drifted in and out a few times, which probably didn’t really count as sleeping but it would have to do. “We have about an hour.”
Drawing one leg up on the bed so she could turn partially toward him, she did smile a little at the picture he presented. Brushing a hand through his sleep mussed hair and down over his cheek and jaw, she traced his lips with her thumb before retracting her hand. “We should get ready.”