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Chapter Fourteen:Forbidden Feelings

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Natasha POV

I leaned closer to him he smell of whiskey and rubbing alcohol invaded my noise making me cringe a bit without truly meaning it I drifted towards his face hovering over his parted lips. I studied his mind force himself to stay awake most likely because he did not trust me.

His eyes drifted close fluttering open and close several times, his small sigh let me know he was asleep. I leaned my head back against the chair once he feels sleep.

I wanted to wake him up and ask him questions but it seemed wrong then again this was my enemy I mean kill the guy he's asleep! As the idea played  over in my mind for some reason I could not bring myself to even further a plan.

"Nat you staining yourself by over thinking again?" He added a small smile and a laugh with his mockery. His voice weak with slumber. If he had truly known "what I was staining myself over" he wouldn't be acting so funny.

"Yes Clint I am "straining myself!" I added with finger quotes when I said this. "We should be killing each other not saving each other's life's and getting drunk in a motel room!"

He sighed and pushed himself further up on the pillow.  His eyes squeezing tight with pain that flashed through his delicate features.

"Nat look once I'm good to go well I guess we're make to our regular scheduled programming." He looked at the floor for a moment and then back at me with a smirk he expelled " Your the most fun I've ever had on an assignment."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch again this time grabbing the vodka bottle of the shelf next to Clint and taking a sip myself. But before I did I responded "Clint your defiantly the most trouble I've ever gotten into on an assignment and if that's fun than I guess I'm having a freaking blast!" With that I toke a large gulp.

The burning liquid slipped down my throat warming my body. I could feel it pouring down my body into my stomach making it feel lighter. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and looked over at Clint his glaze along with his bloodied body made him look so vulnerable.

"Nat slow down leave some for the others." He snickered as he snatched the bottle from my hands.

He leaned his head back on the pillows again and closed his eyes I studied his expression or his lack of one his face so calm seeming so pure. What made right now so perfect neither of us bound by destiny just a nineteen year old and a twenty year old free to be themselves even if it wasn't going to last it was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced.

I don't now how to explain it but I finally felt like the teenage girls the agency would show us on the television so that we would be able to "properly execute the perfect girl while undercover"

But this moment felt so real so good so free.....

And suddenly I found myself leaning in leaning in to Clint.

What was I doing what the actual hell was I doing! Maybe it was the alcohol in me or just the curiosity of kissing a boy who I wasn't forced to....

He of course was not obliged to the motion as he was coming in and out of conscience and also a bit tipsy he also leaned forward his pretty eyes locking with mine.

I was a mer inch from his mouth when I stopped I could feel his hot breath on my lips.

What was he doing to me what was I doing? I had never felt this emotion before but had I really felt any emotion before?

Before I knew what he was doing his lips touched mine his soft lips simply was laced on my lips.

It felt well different something I'd never felt something the normal teenage girls on the television described regularly I believe they called it bliss....

It was blissful his soft lips moved it was not like any kiss is ever had in my life all the other were forced either for disturbing reasons or for a mission but both I never felt anything other then death.

But this felt wonderful I suddenly moved my hand to his face brushing N my thumb over his cheek. He shivered a bit.

He moved away slowly only part inches from my face. "So we'll go back to killing each other when?" His smirked danced around his face lazily.

God we were more then a little drunk we were completely waisted I had not noticed we had finished the entire bottle just between the two of us.

And then he was leaning again so close again so close and then his forehead leaned against mine.

And I thought we were having a moment but instead I suddenly heard it snoring.

The stupid bastard feel asleep oh how he could not handle his alcohol.

Hopefully neither of use would have the displeasure of remembering this in the morning.

It suddenly sunk into me I had full fledged rebelled fully.

With this I shoved his body away from mine he feel back onto the bed in a sleeping heap.

I leaned back down onto the couch crossing my arms over my chest suddenly I felt everything crash upon me.

Who the hell was I and who or what was I fighting for....

Suddenly I felt tears prying from my eyes. Was I crying because of all the lost time of my youth that even our private fight against time itself does not belong to us alone.

I prayed these thoughts disparate by morning because was I even strong enough to handle them...