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Clint's POV

Wow she is beautiful when she's asleep. I've just come back from a 3 week long mission and the first thing I wanted to do when I got back here was talk to her. But I arrived at 1am and I've been standing in her bedroom doorway watching her sleep for the past half an hour.

I know sometimes that she finds it difficult to sleep so as much as I want to wake her up and kiss her until she can't breathe I don't. I look her over one last time and walk quietly to the elevator. I rub my hand roughly over my face as I ride up to my floor trying to stay awake long enough to actually get to bed. I drop my gear on the floor and shrug out of my suit clumsily kicking off my boots as I go, not caring as they fly in different directions across the room.

I wince as I move to the bathroom as I'm pretty sure I just heard something break….oops. My body is so wrecked and exhausted I stop at the bathroom door. The shower I was intending to have can wait until the morning - I need sleep. I shed the rest of my clothes in a heap on the floor and jump into bed totally naked loving the feel of the cool sheets on my tired skin.

As I stare up at the ceiling I try to calm my mind so that I can finally drift off to sleep. This is something I do after missions - go over all that I did and think if I could have done any different (better). My own little de-brief, as Natasha calls it. Natasha.

Damn I wish I'd woken her up now and maybe we'd be moving together in a heightened state of total ecstasy. That's the way it is every time with her I've discovered. I remember when we first realised there was more between us than friendship. She kissed me as if her life depended on it…maybe it did. Even now when I lie beside her I still can't believe she's mine (not that I would ever tell her I think of her as 'mine' out loud or she'd kick my ass obviously). I mean, you know, I'm not anybody's idea of a dream man let's face it. I'm shy and I like archery and video games - not exactly what a woman's looking for these days.

However, I know Nat is mine and I'm not being cocky or macho. She even says she is, in the throws of our love making but still it counts! It's her way of trying to say she loves me I think. She's afraid to actually say the words but I just don't understand why so I say them instead in the hope that maybe one day she will. In moments of weakness I think to myself that she's just waiting for an opportunity to run, that she's found herself in too deep and her 'programming' from the Red Room is screaming at her to get as far away from me as she can.

I shiver at the thought. I'd find her if she ran, there's no doubt about that but still - if she did run… I shake my head trying to rid my mind of those thoughts as they are not helping me get to sleep. So I think of something more pleasant. Sparring with Nat, watching old movies and her pretending not to cry at them and me pretending not to notice! Going to bed with her…oh my God why am I thinking about that!

Maybe because it's all I can think about it since we first went to bed together that day after we moved into Stark's tower. I can recall every second of that afternoon, every touch, every kiss, every curve of her body I've now come to memorise. I don't know if I could ever tell her that the part I really love the most is afterwards when she moulds her body to mine and falls asleep. She clings to me like she can't get close enough and it makes me feel like…well probably the way Tony Stark feels every night when he falls asleep. Like I'm THE MAN.

That image of her naked, writhing body beneath me creeps back into my mind and it is definitely not going to promote restful sleep. I sigh out loud and move onto my side as another image of Natasha enters my mind. It's one I've imagined many times but would never tell anyone about - especially not her. She's pacing the floor awkwardly with a large belly protruding from her small frame.

Yes I imagine that the love of my life is pregnant with our child. A pretty normal thing - for any normal guy I guess. Except I don't know if this dream is even possible after all of her genetic modifications, after the many shots to my crown jewels I've taken over the years I wonder if my guys can swim so well anymore (not to mention my advancing years). Could two master assassins with such backgrounds as ours ever hope to raise a child and finally, maybe most importantly, would Natasha find happily ever after with me even remotely appealing?

I don't know but I fool myself into thinking she would as sleep finally comes to me. I drift off to the image of me cradling a tiny bundle in my arms…

Natasha…it's like I've just been pricked with a needle as I register that I'm holding her in my arms and that she's just kissed my shoulder. She must have snuck in when I fell asleep - my heart does a little dance as those velvet lips of hers trail up my jaw. I stay as still as I can, pretending to be asleep, not wanting to break the spell. But then she stops, she must be debating whether or not to wake me up. Wake me up, wake me up I chant to myself.

Really this game of one up that we play with each other endlessly is ridiculous but it keeps it all fresh I suppose. Then she kisses me so lightly it makes me want to cry at her tenderness - why can she only show me the depth of her feelings in the dark? Save it Barton, at least she's showing you at all I tell myself. As she kisses me again I think screw it.

My eyes fly open as I grip her body and flip us over in one swift move. Now I grind my pelvis into hers and show her what's she's done to me with just a few feather-like kisses and there's that macho pride again when she gasps.

I smile and say 'Hello Beautiful' before I ravage her mouth and begin to do the same to her skin. She holds me tight and lets out the little noises I love so much. As I move from her neck back to her mouth I drink her in - even in the limited light of the room I can make out her wide smile. Macho pride once again makes me puff out my chest because I know that smile is only for me.

I've experienced highs before but when we join together like this it's like nothing I've ever known. I'm addicted to her and there's no point in ever trying to beat it. Why would I even want to?