Greetings all. Next chapter is up. Just an FYI, this chapter has a bit of implied adult content. It's not explicit, but just wanted to give the warning anyway. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

Quinn POV

I woke up to the sound of a cell phone. I tried to ignore it, but unfortunately, I had set my ringtone as an annoying beep to motivate me to answer calls. I groaned, pressing my face into Clint's chest.

I could hear him chuckle. Moments later, I pulled my face out of his chest to see him holding the phone to me. I looked at the screen, seeing it was a call from the number unknown, which meant it was from SHIELD. I looked up at Clint, who was giving me a mischievous smile.

"Not a word out of you." I said.

He threw this hand up into the air in a gesture of surrender, but thankfully stayed quiet.

"Hello?" I answered the phone. Doing my best to sound like I was awake. It was Natasha.

"Hey Quinn, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

I chuckled. "No I've been us for at least a few minutes. What's up?"

"Barton isn't there, by any chance. He didn't come back to the base last night, or so I was told."

"Yeah, he stayed here last night. Granted, it took me threatening him with Bio-warfare to get him to stay, but stay he did. Honestly, I was surprised to find him still here this morning. I figured he'd sneak out after I went to bed. Wouldn't have been hard, considering the guest rooms are on the opposite side of the house."

"It was an exhausting mission and we decided he would be taking you home before we knew how exhausting it was going to be. At least he got a good nights sleep. He could use one."

"I think he's out in the pool. You want me to go get him?"

"No, that's alright. Fury just wanted to know his whereabouts. Just remind him he has a debriefing at three."

"You got it."

The phone went dead and I handed it back to Clint. He placed it back on the nightstand, then pulled me over so I was once again using his chest as a pillow.

I sighed. "She knows we slept together, doesn't she? Just from that one phone call."

"Most Likely. Tasha is very perceptive about such things. Don't worry, she'll keep it to herself. She's not one for gossip."

"Good to know."

We remained in a comfortable silence until something serious seemed to pop into Clint's head.

"Wait, this wasn't your first time, was it?"

I snorted. "No. My first time was when I was sixteen with a guy who thought we was god's gift to women. Two years ago, he discovered he was god's gift to men."

Clint laughed. "Sorry to ask. It's just you're young. This could have been your first time."

I looked up at him. "How old are you?" I asked. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about the obvious age difference between us.

"36." He replied.

"Hmm." I did the math quickly in my head. "So you're only 17 years older than me. Almost twice my age. Interesting."

He held me just a little tighter. "Does the fact that I'm closer to your father's age, than yours, bother you?"

I thought about it for only a moment. "No, not really. The age difference really didn't even come to mind until just now. We are two, consenting adults. That's all that really matters."

Clint smiled. "Good. Moving on to the next, obvious topic of pillow talk conversation, you will no doubt want to discuss where this is going."

"Actually, I'd rather not." I said, propping myself up so I was on my elbows, facing him. "Let's look at this logically. On one side, we have you, a master assassin and spy, who has a very dangerous job, which takes him all over the world and takes up most of your time. On the other side, you have me, a nineteen year old, genius science nerd, whose job, while not as dangerous as yours, is equally as time consuming."

Clint nodded his agreement.

"Take all of that into account, it would be silly for us to think we could have a nice, normal, domestic relationship. I, personally, am not looking to settle down anytime soon and I'm guessing you have no such inclinations as well."

"Agreed." Clint said, then waited patiently, somehow knowing I wasn't done.

"That being said, however, what just happened here was pretty damn good and I wouldn't mind it happening again."

Clint smiled, putting his hands behind his head. "So, what do you propose?"

"I suggest we label our relationship as undefined, and go with the knowledge that we both have certain needs which we can seek each other out to fulfill."

"So, a friends with benefits deal?" He asked.

"Exactly." I confirmed. "As long as it doesn't impact our work, I see no problem with the arrangement"

With almost cat-like speed, he was on me, pinning me under him. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, leaving me breathless. "I'll take that as a yes." I was able to squeak out.

"Are you sure you're not a man?" He asked, nibbling down my neck.

I giggled. "You were just down there not too long ago, you tell me."

"I'm fairly certain you're not, but I might need to inspect you again, just to be sure." He was giving me a very mischievous look. "What time is it?"

I craned my neck, to see my clock. "Looks like about 12:30."

"Excellent. That means I have about an hour before I have to leave. What can I do to pass the time? Let me think."

I reached down between us and was rewarded with a sharp intake of air by Clint.

"I can think of a few things we could do to kill the time." I replied.

Clint growled, throwing the blanket back over both of us.

To Be Continued...