Clint yawned softly as he awoke; the sun already high in the sky. Last night had been one of the infamous S.H.I.E.L.D. parties, well known for the participants excessive drinking and the hilarious consequences that often ensued. This one had been no exception and Clint repressed a chuckle as he began to recall the events that had occurred. Tony, his cheeks flushed had declared the need for a sonnet to be written about his greatness and Steve had arisen to the challenge, and much to the amusement of the other agents, managed to compose a few hilarious lines about his ego instead. Under the influence of a few drinks, Bruce had proved to be quite the dancer and as for Tasha, well she and Clint had- oh.
With a sudden realization he turned his head to the side and sure enough, laying there still peacefully asleep was Natasha. He felt his face turn red as he stared at her naked beauty. She was his partner; he wasn't supposed to do this! Sure, Clint reckoned, they had both acknowledged having feelings for one another, but hadn't they decided it was best to keep it strictly professional? It was too late now and unable to resist himself he slowly extended his hand and careful not to wake her ran his thumb across her cheek before trailing off to caress one of her soft red curls.
As he sighed, he pulled his hand away and under his breath muttered "Well this may have been a mistake". Looking down at her slumbering form though, he had a hard time believing it. She was everything he had ever desired in a girl; good looks, a bit of an attitude, and the ability kill a man and then calmly discuss it over dinner. What if he wasn't what she wanted though? What if over time she had changed her mind? But last night she had seemed so interested, laughing at all his jokes and reaching over to hold his hand as the hour grew late.
He remembered she had tugged on his arm to lead him down the hall, quietly giggling and putting a finger over her lips as he stumbled slightly and nearly tripped over his own feet. Once inside his apartment she'd kicked off her heals and pulled out yet another bottle of wine for the two of them to share. He popped in a movie only for it to be ignored as they progressed in their actions. Soft kisses led to intimate touches and before Clint knew what was happening their clothes had been shed, abandoned on the floor as they staggered towards his bedroom. With a fierce determination in her eyes Tasha tangled her fingers in the back of his short hair and growled "Я хочу это". Without understanding a word, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately as she returned the action; now if only that could be her reaction this morning…
While a stream of endless scenarios and worries pored through Clint's mind Natasha rolled over and with a small content noise, snuggled close to his side. He froze, unsure of what to do and settled on draping an arm around her as she slowly rose to consciousness. After rubbing the sleep from her face they locked eyes and she smiled. Clint exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath in and after a moment he spoke. "So, uh, that wasn't a mistake was it? Last night I mean."
With a roll of her eyes she pushed his arm off her shoulders and pulled herself up to him, "Well if it was, it was a great one" and without a moment's hesitation kissed him once more.