"We can make a deal. You get your pretty behind in the bathroom..."
Clint threw her a small boyish grin from where he was leaning on the back rest of the chair, not too enthusiastic with moving himself. But the perspective of a soft mattress sounded just too nice right now.
"And I give the bed a makeover in the meantime."
He had been meaning to change the sheets anyway, and after the oil massage before, it was about high time.
"Up, woman. Or you'll wake up with hell of a stiff neck tomorrow and we can pull off a perfect partner look."
Still grinning, he got up to lean over Natasha and place a kiss on her forehead and quickly fled to the bedroom then. After all the teasing today, he wouldn't put it behind her to give him a reminder of how nasty her elbows could be.
The bed soon looked a lot more inviting. Clint realized without surprise that Angelina had apparently washed the reserve sheets too, since they smelled faintly off lavender and citrus, not like years in a cupboard. He made a mental note to invite her for diner soon for her all her efforts.
It was a little early to go to bed, definitely, but with the heavy curtains pulled close, the room was dark enough to let exhaustion take over. He left the towel on the same pile in the corner where the old beddings were and stretched out on his stomach with a content sigh while he was waiting for Natasha. It was stupid, really, they were secret agents and all that shit, they were used to sleep on rocks and sand but... There wasn't much that beat a fresh-made bed for comfort.
It felt good to be able to move and lie mostly without pain again, and the last of complaints from his back would hopefully be gone by tomorrow. Right now he felt only like crashing for like 12 hours in a row.
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Clint threw her a small boyish grin from where he was leaning on the back rest of the chair, not too enthusiastic with moving himself. But the perspective of a soft mattress sounded just too nice right now.
"And I give the bed a makeover in the meantime."
He had been meaning to change the sheets anyway, and after the oil massage before, it was about high time.
"Up, woman. Or you'll wake up with hell of a stiff neck tomorrow and we can pull off a perfect partner look."
Still grinning, he got up to lean over Natasha and place a kiss on her forehead and quickly fled to the bedroom then. After all the teasing today, he wouldn't put it behind her to give him a reminder of how nasty her elbows could be.
The bed soon looked a lot more inviting. Clint realized without surprise that Angelina had apparently washed the reserve sheets too, since they smelled faintly off lavender and citrus, not like years in a cupboard. He made a mental note to invite her for diner soon for her all her efforts.
It was a little early to go to bed, definitely, but with the heavy curtains pulled close, the room was dark enough to let exhaustion take over. He left the towel on the same pile in the corner where the old beddings were and stretched out on his stomach with a content sigh while he was waiting for Natasha. It was stupid, really, they were secret agents and all that shit, they were used to sleep on rocks and sand but... There wasn't much that beat a fresh-made bed for comfort.
It felt good to be able to move and lie mostly without pain again, and the last of complaints from his back would hopefully be gone by tomorrow. Right now he felt only like crashing for like 12 hours in a row.