Clint cursed out loud when he hung up the phone. He frantically searched for his t-shirt, pulling it on over his head as he fumbled his way down the stairs. Wanda was here? His plan for staying away from her just took a serious nosedive.
He opened the door and sure enough there she was. Her long hair was braided loosely and tendrils of hair were falling at her face. She had on shorts and a loose fitting white t-shirt that fell off her shoulder. Clint was sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful ever in his life.
And definitely nothing as tempting...
"Surprise." She said.
"Uh, yeah. You could say that." Clint stammered while stepping aside for her to come in. "What are you doing here, Wanda?" He asked.
She sat her phone and keys down and turned to face him. "I told you, I missed you." She shrugged.
He considered himself to be a man of strong will, but he felt like that will was about to be tested. "And I missed you too. How did you get here?"
"I drove."
"You drove 16 hours by yourself?"
"It gave me a lot of time to think." Her eyes were intent on him and suddenly he was aware he was standing in front of her in his boxers and a t-shirt.
"About what?" He could feel his will bending.
"About why it would be a bad idea to come here...and about why it would be good." She answered as she moved closer to him.
Clint couldn't help himself. His hand reached out and stroked her cheek. "And what conclusion did you come to?"
"They both have the same answer..." she whispered as her face inched closer to his.
"Which is what?" He asked. His will was almost broken, and if she wanted to go there...He could smell her shampoo. Why was she so intoxicating?
"That we need each other, Clint."
She said it so matter-of-factly that suddenly Clint forgot why it was ever a bad idea. The sound of his will breaking was so loud inside his head. It was like a dam that wasn't strong enough to hold back a flood.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. Just a light kiss, testing the waters. But soon, he moaned as the moment he'd thought about finally came to life. Wanda wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. She wanted to feel every inch of him.
Her tongue tentatively searched for his and she was met with gusto. Suddenly, her hands were in his hair and his were sliding down her back. He was now very strongly aware of his attire. He pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath.
"Wanda..." he said. The husky tone of his voice caught him off gaurd. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
She gave him a smile and responded by kicking off her shoes and motioning for him to follow her up the stairs. He was in no position to argue. He watched the feminine sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs. When she reached the top she paused to wait for him. She wasn't waiting long as he took her hand and lead her to his bedroom.
"I've thought so many times about this." He confessed. His fingers found the elastic that held her braid and he carefully removed it. His hands gently unfolded her braid, letting her hair fall in soft waves down her shoulders.
"About what?" Her hands slid under his shirt, feeling the body she'd thought so many times about touching. In an instant the shirt was lying on the floor. Clint was content to let her nimble hands wander and explore.
"About being totally alone with you." His lips found hers again. "Kissing you. Holding you...having you." She trembled and then lifted her shirt slowly over her head, followed by her undershirt and bra and suddenly she was topless in front of him.
For a moment all he could do was stare. Woman, she definitely was.
"You don't know what you've been doing to me." His voice was desperate, seeking relief from whatever this feeling was that had pent up inside of him. He took her in his arms and gently laid her back on the bed.
He moaned as he experienced a new kind of heaven. Her hand went to the waistband of his boxers. She began pulling them down as best she could until he moved, and in a flash they were gone. Now it was her turn to stare.
Clint's hand went to the button on her shorts. He hesitated. She arched her hips up against him, signaling for him to continue. He did, and the rest of the night when by in a blur. Clint lost himself in her, his hands buried in her hair. Her face buried in his neck.
All the slight touches, long talks, and hidden feelings were blasted to life as they made love. Over and over again until the sun was shining through the curtains. Wanda was sprawled out across him, her lips kissing whatever skin they landed against.
He was running his fingers through her hair and wanting nothing more than for this moment to never end.
Wanda sighed. She wasn't sure what kind of risk she was taking by coming here last night. Part of her thought he'd turn her down. But, he didn't, and for the first time in a long time she felt whole. Right now in this moment she felt so incredibly normal. Clint's sleepy voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"I could use some coffee. What about you?" He asked.
"Coffee sounds good." She answered. He stood from the bed and again she found herself staring.
"Didn't anyone teach you it's impolite to stare, young lady?" He teased.
She uncovered herself from the sheet and Clint's eyes were immediately drawn to her.
"Point taken." He said and she laughed out loud.
She jumped up from the bed and followed him downstairs wrapped in a sheet, her hair a mess. Clint had never seen her like this before...totally vibrant, at ease. It always seemed like Wanda had the weight of the world in her shoulders. He liked her like this...barefoot and smiling in his kitchen.
He handed her a mug and she sipped the coffee.
"Hungry?" He asked her.
"Starving."
She sat down at the kitchen table and watched Clint rummage for a skillet.
"What sounds good?" He asked as he rummaged through the refrigerator. "I'm sure there's something salvageable in here."
"I'm not picky." She answered. Clint turned to look at her over his shoulder.
"Is that right?" He teased her.
"Shut up, you know what I mean."
Clint laughed and continued his search for food.
"French toast?" He asked as he carried the ingredients over to the stove. Wanda nodded her approval.
She could stare at him for hours. She felt like she was seeing a whole new Clint. She had seen many sides of him, yes, but this was different. Here, in his home, with his defenses down. He was like a totally different man. Shirtless, and cooking her breakfast.
Wanda smiled and leaned back in the chair, propping her feet on the seat next to her.
"Make yourself at home." He teased her.
"Don't worry, I will." She teased back as she finished her cup of coffee.
She went to refill her cup and Clint caught her hand and pulled her to him. For a moment he just hugged her, and she melted into him.
"Did last night really happen?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think it did." Clint searched her face. "Why? Are you having regrets?"
She answered him by running her fingers through his hair and pulling his head down for a kiss.
"I'll take that as a "no"."
Thank you to Bill, NESSAANCALIME6913, and Gameswat1 for reviewing!
We have switched to an M rating now just to be safe.
I had a pretty extensive playlist for this chapter as I was roadtripping with my husband and finding lyrical inspiration. Clint and Wanda have soooooo many songs I feel relate to them. I CAN'T WAIT to share more of their story with you all!
