The arrow flew straight across the room, passing over some clothes scattered on the floor, where they'd been abandoned a few hours ago. It whistled above Lucky's head, the sound of it making the dog's ears move a little. Still, he didn't wake up.
Liho blatantly ignored it, as any cat would.
The metallic stick ended its journey by pushing the power button of the coffee machine. Smirking, Clint put his bow away and leaned over the still sleeping form next to him. Brushing his lips against her dishevelled red hair, he chuckled softly.
"Nat, breakfast is served."
Thanks a lot for reading one of the shortest story I've ever written, I hope you enjoyed it ;)