Red, White and Black

Stereo Love

The week was up, which meant that Clint would be leaving. 

Even though I had been the one to tell him he couldn't stay longer than a week, there was an odd feeling of disappointment settling in my chest. I told myself it was because he had been useful, that's all.  

I stared at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the man sleeping next to me. He was on his stomach, sprawled out and taking up an obscene amount of the bed. I'd learned that if Clint wasn't treating a body like a teddy bear, he was a bed hog. It was a surprise.

There was a soft grunt then his hand landed on my face, patting firmly. 

"Hey! Stop it. What are you doing?" I shoved his hand away, trying hard not to laugh. 

"Snoozing your brain," his voice was gritty with sleep. He took his hand away, dropping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his side.  

I turned my head to look at him. His face turned towards me, eyes closed, hair brushing his forehead. Clint looked completely relaxed. He had said he came for me, that he needed me. I still couldn't quite figure out what had driven him to come.

There had always been an easy friendship between us, light and teasing. Thinking about it, remembering, I let my mind go over the years as random memories popped into my head.

Teaching me to play pool, amused when I got excited about making a shot I didn't think I could have.

Showing off that he could walk on his hands when I said I didn't believe he had been an acrobat.

Stepping on my toes as he spun me around a dance floor and told me to just go after Steve already.

Laughing down at me as he perched on top of the cupboards and teased me about always making Pietro food.

Sitting on his roof, my head resting on his shoulder with his arm around me as we watched dawn break. 

Eyes crinkled as he sat cross-legged on a conference table and said that I needed him and how he wasn't going to just sit around and twiddle his thumbs.

When Steve and I had gone after Bucky, he had come; risking his life and freedom. When HYDRA kidnapped me, he came then too. He had always come, so why did it surprise me he came now?

Clint's eyes flashed open, startling me as I had thought he had been asleep. His fingers stroked along my hip as he asked, "Why are you thinking so much this morning?"

"Why do you always come for me?" The question popped out of me before I thought better of it.

He said nothing, his eyes intense as he looked at me. I was going to press the question when he rolled to his side, pulling me close as his mouth pressed against mine, soft and slow. The fingers of one hand tangled in my hair as his other slid around to my back to pull me even closer against his body.

I felt like I was melting against him, my arm wrapping around his waist as his tongue slipped into my mouth to curl with mine. The other times we came together were full of a desperate heat. This was a building need that was being stoked up to a blaze as his hand glided over me.

Clint shifted, eyes studying my face as he pressed against me, body sliding over mine.

"Clint—," his mouth cut me off, covering mine and stealing my breath as his thighs nudged mine apart.

His right hand snagged my left and his fingers linked with mine as he pressed it down to the mattress next to my head. Lips trailing across my jaw, before Clint shifted between my legs and then with a gentle roll of his hips he pressed deep inside me.