The Light in my Darkness

Chapter 14

It was several hours later before Clint even mentioned heading home. The two of you had been cuddled on the couch watching the enormous television he'd insisted on getting. You had to admit it was nice being able to see everything on the screen clearly.

Clint yawned. "I supposed I should think about heading home at some point in my life."

"If you must." You tilted your head back to look at him with a faux pout.

He chuckled and patted your arm to get you to lean forward. After he sat up, he grabbed his phone and sent a couple of texts. Once he received a response, he tossed it back on the table. "Scott will be here in a bit."

"I already got your tux together. It's hanging in my closet."

"Perfect. I assume you don't mind if I borrow your clothes."

You looked at him with wide eyes. "But those are my favoritest favorite clothes ever, Mr. Barton."

He narrowed his eyes with a growl and captured your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His kiss was quick and hard. He got to his feet when it was finished. "Behave."

You gave him what you hoped was an innocent smile, but knowing you, you failed miserably. He disappeared and returned carrying his tux and wearing his dress shoes with your pajamas. It was quite the look. "Stay there," you told him.

It only took you a second to retrieve your camera and snap a couple of pictures before he could protest.

"And what do you intend to do with those?"

"I'm selling them to TMZ, Clint. What do you think I'm doing with them?"

He just looked at you and you rolled your eyes.

"Do you realize the pictures I could have sold over the years? They'd put this one to shame that's for sure." You placed your camera on the kitchen counter. "Do you have everything?"

He laid his tux across the back of the couch before grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket. "I think that does it." He made a show of looking you over. "You should probably at least put on pants if you're coming with me."

"What?" He'd never even suggested that he wanted you to go with him.

He shrugged. "I mean you don't have to, but I thought you might want to swim. And Wanda's coming over for dinner."

Honestly, a swim sounded heavenly. You couldn't even remember the last time you used the pool. And seeing Wanda sounded even better. "You could have just said swim and left it at that," you told him and headed down the hall for your room. You slipped into a comfortable outfit with sandals and grabbed your purse. Not that you'd probably need it for anything, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Got your suit?" Clint asked as you stepped back into the room.

"I think I've got like three at your house. It's literally the only place I swim."

He gave one of his half smirks. "Oh yeah. Does that include that blue thing with the bows on the sides?" He licked his lips as he ran his gaze over you.

"Really, Clint?"

"What? A man can hope, can't he?"

***

You sat at the counter watching Clint cook. You'd offered to help but he'd turned you down flat. Apparently, Wanda wanted his BLTs for dinner and you weren't about to complain. This man made the best sandwiches you ever ate in your life. You sipped at a beer while you watched him move around the kitchen. Occasionally he shot a smirk in your direction causing your face to heat.