Chapter Ten

I have never written a scene like this, so I am apologizing in advance for any awkwardness or weirdness there is. I'm slightly horrified to even have this read by anyone.

"We can't lay here all day," I told him.

Clint made a noncommittal grunt in response. It was late the next morning and he was still in the process of waking up. I had stayed the night in his apartment for the first time and found that it was much less terrifying to be around all of his weapons now that I knew the truth. We were still laying on the couch, where we had slept through the night without either of us waking up from the nightmares.

I had tried to get him to sleep in his own bed last night, but he insisted that this was what he wanted. Clint told me that he had been terrible about relationships in the past, basically just rushing right into the physical aspects and then growing bored quickly before moving on to the next girl. After seeing my offended scowl, he was quick to explain that Captain America had been a bit of an influence on him and he no longer wanted to live that type of lifestyle. He wanted something meaningful, something that would last. The thought of Clint having a lot more experience when it came to sex was intimidating, but any insecure thoughts drifted away when he had pulled me into his arms.

"Aren't you ever going to stop sleeping? Isn't sleeping in against some rule in the Avengers handbook?" I poked him in the stomach.

He let out a low growl and pulled me closer to his chest. He continued to sleep, head rolled to the side and a soft snore escaping every once in a while. I tried to move. I could at least make us some food if he was going to sleep the rest of the day, though I would probably have to sneak back over to my place for anything edible.

Clint's hands gripped my shirt and wouldn't budge. A noise almost like a whine forced me to grit my teeth to keep from giggling at him. Oh, this could be fun.

I lightly trailed my hand down the length of his chest. The muscles under his shirt were firm and toned from years of training. My fingers stopped at the bottom of his shirt, which I pulled up slightly. The newly exposed skin was warm to the touch, almost hot. My fingers traced patterns so gently that he didn't stir in his sleep at all. A slight quickening of his breathing was the only indication that I was having some effect on him. I had no intention of starting anything, especially after finding out that he wanted more than just a short fling, but if Clint was going to make me sit here all day because he wouldn't get up, I was going to have to do something to wake him up.

I let my hand drop down a little further, barely brushing the top of his pants, which were low on his hips already. His breath caught as I traced the sensitive skin along the edge of his jeans. Our positions were so close together that it was hard to ignore the increasing hardness pressed into my thigh. Clint's breath right above my head was heavy and uneven now, but he continued to sleep on. As much as I wanted to to trail further down to explore that hardness, I forced myself to reel my own arousal back in. After our mishap the night before, I did not want to ignore what we had discussed. He needed to wake up now though; I didn't think I could keep myself from acting on the desire to grind into him for much longer.

"Clint, wake up," I demanded, "I'm not sure your Captain friend would approve of what might happen if you don't let me off this couch right now."

At that, his eyes snapped open and he looked down at me in bewilderment. The movement of shifting back to look down made his hips push forward slightly, pressure building between us even more. The sensation made him groan immediately, spurring me to involuntarily grind against him. Clint's fingers suddenly knotted themselves in my hair roughly and he tilted my head back to find my lips in a feverish kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. Every inch of my body tingled in a desire so intense that my skin felt like it was on fire. I nipped lightly on his bottom lip and found myself flipped suddenly onto my back, Clint never even leaving my lips as he pressed his hips against mine hard. The layers of clothing between our bodies was almost unbearable. I rubbed against his hardness, desperate for the friction there to continue.

He broke our kiss to slide his lips down to my neck. His breath against my racing pulse drove me crazy and I couldn't stop the low whine from escaping from the back of my throat. Clint growled at the sound and sucked lightly at the spot. My hands ran up his back to his broad shoulders and I rocked my hips against him a little harder. The front of his jeans were straining against his growing arousal and I could feel my own heat throbbing between my legs.

"Clint," I was trying to restart my brain and remember to not let this get too intense since we needed to stop, but the word came out in a tone full of lust rather than logic.

His lips found their way back to mine. I felt his hand playing with the bottom of my shirt for a second before sliding up to the bottom of my bra. He toyed with the sensitive skin on the underside of my breast. My back arched up to give him better access, the need to feel his hands under that last layer of clothing driving any logical thoughts that may have been left out of my mind. My own hand wandered between our bodies, urgently rubbing him through his pants. A deep moan made my stomach clench in excitement and he jerked his hips against my hand. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants as I made room for my hand to slip under his boxers to grasp his length for the first time. He bucked forward involuntarily and I pumped my hand teasingly slow, shocked to feel just how large he was under those tight jeans.

"Oh god, Lyra," his voice thick with want, his grip on my hair tightening and his other hand moved to cup my entire breast over the bra.

A shrill ring blasted through the air and Clint scrambled away from me. The sudden loss of contact almost made me cry out, but I found myself able to think more clearly and swallowed the lump in my throat. That was definitely not taking things slow. Clint's face was flushed and his eyes were still darkened with lust, but he managed to button his pants back up with shaking hands and place a light kiss on my forehead.

He held the phone up to his ear, "Damn your timing, Cap."