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14-hour shifts were typically something Natasha could live without. Especially when those 14-hour shifts included having innovative video ideas snatched from her hands by some self-centered male producer only because it was too good of an idea for her to possibly have come up with herself, and not being able to deck his face onto a table only because of his rank (which she would never have the guts to actually do) made her already tiring day just a little bit more frustrating.

And now she was walking up the stairs to her apartment at one in the morning, exhausted, frustrated to no end, and ready to just dive into bed and sleep.

But when she opened the front door all of that was forgotten.

Because inside was her girlfriend, in her dinosaur pajamas, asleep and spread out on the couch, one leg up on the back of the sofa, the other dangling over the side, a half-eaten bag of Cheetos on the coffee table, one Cheeto still in hand, her face scrunched up just slightly, snoring softly.

Natasha smiled to herself at the sight, shaking her head. If a 14-hour shift meant coming home to this, it might just be worth it.

She closed the front door, carefully, and put her stuff down before tip toeing over towards the couch (she may or may not have snapped a picture first because something as adorable as this deserves to be captured forever, right?). She closed the laptop that was still playing an old episode of Cupcake Wars and kneeled down next to Elise.

She smiled even wider to herself as she noticed that Elise's face, as well as both her hands, were completely covered in bright orange crumbs.

"Babe?" she whispered as she softly shook Elise's shoulder. She hated to wake her up and lose this beautiful sight forever, but they both had plans in the morning and the position she was currently sleeping in could not be comfortable in any way.

Elise showed no signs of movement yet, though.

"El, baby, wake up," she whispered while softly running a hand through Elise's blonde locks, causing her to stir and mumble something inaudible.

She took a long, deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. As soon as she noticed Natasha she smiled, before stretching her limbs and letting her eyes fall shut again.

"Hey," she said, voice thick and heavy with sleep.

"Hey," Natasha returned, her eyes scanning Elise's sleepy face adoringly, "wanna head to bed?"

Elise groaned in protest.

"But I'm so comfortable," she whined as she snuggled further into the couch to prove her point, "plus," she continued while she reopened her eyes, a lazy grin spreading across her face, "I was hoping there'd be something else we could do first."

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Natasha barely managed to stifle a laugh. There was just something about your girlfriend trying to get into your pants with a food-covered face.

She simply grinned back at her before speaking.

"There's Cheeto dust all over your face," she stated.

Elise seemed to process the information for a moment. She then furrowed her eyebrows and pouted.

"But you still think I'm sexy, right?" she asked in the most adorable voice and Natasha couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again.

"Oh, yes, so sexy," she growled playfully as she began placing kisses all over Elise face, "hmm, delicious," she murmured as she licked her lips while simultaneously starting to attack Elise's sides, causing her to shriek with laughter beneath her.

"Nat!" she yelped, trying to tickle her back but failing miserably, "Nat, stop! Stop."

"Come on, El. You can do better than that!"

"Nooo, I'm tireeed," she whined in-between laughs.

Natasha decided to have mercy on her and retreated, watching her as she came back down from laughter, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, and it had to be the most beautiful sight Natasha had ever seen.

She bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead, hoping she knew how much she appreciated her being here, how much she meant to her, that her mere presence could make her forget about all the stress and worries of the day, before snuggling into her side, burying her face in the crook of her neck and breathing in the scent she'd come to associate with home.

"You okay?" Elise asked as she wrapped her arms around her, still sounding a little breathless.

Natasha smiled, "I am now."