"Are you sure you don't want to join me for a message." I pouted at Clint as he laughed at me and kissed my forehead.
"No, you enjoy it." He smiled kindly in the hallway. "I'll see you in an hour. Messages aren't really my thing."
"That's not what you said last night." I winked. We were pretty close to a few Jobbiks, so this play was vital.
"I love you." He said so convincingly I had give him credit.
"I love you too." I smiled with a kiss as I left for my message. That was one of the nice things about this job.
"Honeymoon?" A woman asked who was also in there.
"That obvious?" I asked with a chuckle and the pretty women all joined in.
"We were all there." Another woman smiled kindly. We all were all lying down as the talented women did their job.
"Ahh, so I guess this is a girls day out?" I asked them and they laughed.
"No, it's an 'escape from the husbands'". The older one chuckled. "They are here for a conference and we are here to enjoy the hotel."
"Oh, what for?" I asked kindly.
"The Jobbiks." Another answered.
"Oh, how lovely." I replied. "My husband and I vote Jobbik."
"Oh, we'll nice to meet another nationalist." The final women said.
An hour later I met up with Clint again and kissed him soundly as the women passed seeing thief own husbands in the main pool area.
"I missed you." I pouted again.
"I missed you too." He said as he easily wrapped his arms around my waste. We slowly moved just out of earshot from the Jobbiks and started to nuzzle each other. "Anything?"
"No, the women are all trophy wives who could care less about their husbands' jobs." I whispered. "You?"
"We talked national pride some," he replied. "But they were mostly excited about relaxing. This is apparently more of a retreat."
"Great." I muttered as he kissed me softly. We moved slightly so we were resting in the pool with our arms around each other and simply relaxing against each other.
In my mind I felt that this was nice; just Clint and I enjoying a relaxing thermal bath. His hand lightly made patterns along my side that I loved and I had to admit to myself I liked it a little too much. But I quickly drove those thoughts from my mind as we saw the Jobbiks file out about another hour later. Being the only ones in the pool Clint turned to me, knowing our part to play.
"Well, we are two honeymooners alone." He smirked as he suddenly kissed me soundly. I was got off guard and liked it a little more than I should have as I pulled him closer and scratched at his back. We quickly got up and practically ran to our room, laughing the whole way.
As the door shut we both immediately became professional and I looked at the clock.
"I guess well stay in here until six and then we make an appearance for dinner." I said, slowing my heart rate.
"Sounds good." He said mysteriously, looking off at something. "I need a shower."
"Ok." I shrugged as he went in their quickly. I heard a few odd sounds while he was in their, but I didn't want to think about it. All I wanted to do was forget how much my body seemed to like it when I kissed Clint. I had to remind myself it was all a cover.
At five, I took my turn at a shower and came out wearing an emerald green evening dress for dinner. I had diamond earrings and a matching necklace and smiled as I stepped out.
"Wow." He said as his eyes widened. "You certainly will make it easy to stare at you all night.
"Oh shut it." I blushed slightly. "Look at you, I didn't even know you knew how to wear a tux."
"We all have secrets." He shrugged as he offered me my arm. We went to the main dining area and we where seated at a lovely candle lit table slightly away from everywhere else.
"Well, this is just a show dinner," Clint said as our food arrived. "What shall we talk about to pass the time?"
"How about you tell me how you know how to wear a tux." I grinned and laughed.
"Agent Dawley." He grinned. "She and I were partners for a long time. Like most of us who enter the world young, she had no immediate family and being like an older brother, I gave her away at her wedding."
"Oh, wow." I smiled sadly. "My wedding, though now I know was fake, was nice. It was small but sweet. My fake father gave me away and I wore a simple gown."
"Natasha." He said lowly. "It isn't healthy to dwell on the past. You are under your own control now and you will never be forced to do anything again."
"I know." I said as I turned off my emotions before they consumed me. "Thank you. I know it was your job, but you also saved me."
"It wasn't just because of a job." He said with something in his voice I couldn't place. "I got to know you and saw how amazing you are. You deserve your own life."
"I will always be grateful for that." I smiled and he grinned back. The rest of the night was spent just talking, continuing even when we were back in the room. We both changed into our pajamas and got in the bed. That night I dreamt Clint had wrapped his arms around me in his sleep, and I enjoyed it so much I could have sworn I even felt it.