The Light in my Darkness

Chapter 16

You weren't certain how long you and Clint had been abusing the surfaces of his office and you didn't feel like moving to get your phone to check. At the moment, you were curled up against his side, his arm wrapped around you as you traced shapes on the skin exposed by his unbuttoned shirt.

It was time to put yourself together and let him get back to work. You'd both mentioned it more than once, though neither of you actually made any movement to do it. You tilted your head back to smile at him. "We forgot to eat lunch."

"I ate," he responded with that grin he got when he was feeling rather proud of himself.

You shifted at the reminder of earlier activities and tugged on the hem of your skirt. "Behave yourself, Mr. Barton."

He grasped your chin to hold you in place while he kissed you. "You should take some of your own advice, beautiful."

You snorted a laugh. "Yes, I'm sure I look stunning right now."

"You look hot as fuck."

Heat flooded your face and you sat up to begin buttoning your blouse. Clint sighed and got to his feet to put himself to rights. Once he fixed his clothes, he ran his hands through his hair and looked only slightly disheveled. That so wasn't fair.

You ducked into the attached bathroom and did your best to repair the damage to your makeup and hair. After a bit you realized it wasn't going to get any better and settled for what you'd managed to accomplish. You were heading straight home when you left here anyway. When you stepped out, you found Clint attempting to put the papers on his desk to rights.

Your lips twisted into a smirk. "Guess we made a bit of a mess, huh?"

"I'm not about to complain about it."

He came around the desk as you gathered your things. "What's your schedule look like this week?"

"Oh, here." You pulled out your phone and entered his email to share your calendar with him. "Just accept the link I emailed you and you'll have access to my schedule."

"Perfect." He leaned forward to give you a kiss. "I'll text you later."

"Sounds good." You made your way to the door, proud of yourself for not glancing back at him. You kept your eyes straight ahead until you'd left the office and shut the door behind you.

"Nat wants to see you." The voice pulled you from your daydreaming.

You frowned at Wade. "What?"

"Natasha wants to see you. I mean Ms. Romanoff would like a word with you before you leave." He wore a smirk like he knew something you didn't. It dropped suddenly as a thought occurred to him. "Don't tell her that I called her Nat. She scares me."

"Sure thing, Wade. Thanks." You'd been to Natasha's office before with Wanda and while you weren't as familiar with its location as you were Clint's, it was easy enough to find. It was on the same floor in the opposite corner after all.

Her secretary smiled as you approached the desk and gave your name. "I believe Ms. Romanoff is expecting me."

"Of course. Go right in."

The door to her office was open but you still rapped on it when you stepped into the opening. She glanced up and grinned when she saw you. She waved you in. "Come on in and close the door, would you?"

You did as she asked before going over to stand in front of her desk. You shifted your weight on your feet. There was no reason you could think of that Clint's best friend and vice president might want to speak with you. Except maybe about how unprofessional it was to give him head in his office. God, what had you been thinking?