Birds and Cupcakes

Six

You woke groggy, brain fuzzy with your tongue feeling like it had a sweater and an acute need for caffeine. Stumbling out of bed, you made it into the shower and stepped under the hot spray. You were in the process of brushing your teeth with your face tipped to the hot fall of water when blurry memories from the previous night made their appearance.

Clint.

Your eyes snapped open as you blinked the water out of them. You and Clint had gotten drunk and nearly slept together. Somehow, despite the way you had felt about him and the way he seemed to want you as much—you had told him that it should wait. That you didn't want to be drunk when it happened. Which was more about not wanting him to be drunk.

Shit. Maybe he wouldn't remember your lapse. Things should go back to the way they were.

Groaning, you rinsed your mouth and toothbrush and shut off the shower. Twenty minutes later, hair dry and slightly less groggy, you were bundled in a robe and had shuffled down to the kitchen to make coffee. You had turned to return the beans to the pantry but found Clint blocking your way. You hadn't even heard him come up on you.

Clint's hair was sticking up wildly and he had nothing on but a pair of sleep pants slung low on his hips. His arms caged you in as he pressed you back against the counter with a grin. "Looks like it's 'as soon as possible'."

"Clint—," you started to say, but his hand came up and covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he shook his head, his hand still over your mouth. "Uh-uh. Stop overthinking, cupcake. I've been waiting to be with you, like this, for months. No take backs."

Lifting your eyebrows you waited for him to remove his hand but when he didn't, you bit at his palm. He snatched his hand away. "If you wanna bite something..."

You rolled your eyes but ignored it, determined to say what you should say. "Clint, I don't want you to—"

Clint's mouth cut you off this time. Unlike last night, this was the kind of kiss that melted your brain and left you with weak knees. They might have given out if he hadn't kept you trapped between his body and the counter. One of his hands slid into your robe, the calluses over it sending pleasant shivers dancing across your skin.

Any doubts you had fled as Clint kissed you until your head spun and your lips were practically numb. As he pulled back, his teeth scraped across your bottom lip. He pulled his hand out of your robe and placed it back on the counter, caging you between his arms again.

"Now, there is only one thing you need to decide. Your room. Or mine?"

You blinked, several times as you attempted to bring your IQ back up to the area where you could answer the question. "Um. I don't have any, um—protection?"

Clint smirked. "Guess it will have to be my room."

He pushed away, his hand grabbing yours to pull you along with him. On the third floor landing, your curiousity got the better of you. "You've got condoms?"

Just inside Clint's room, he spun you around so that he was leading you backwards towards the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he grinned at you. "It pays to be prepared. And they even glow in the dark."

You burst out laughing as you felt the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed. "Where in the world did you get glow in the dark condoms?"

"I'm pretty sure you've heard of this amazing place called 'the internet'. Turns out you can find all sorts of stuff on there. Now enough talking." Clint's hand came up and pushed lightly on your face so that you landed back on his bed.