You woke groggy, brain fuzzy with your tongue feeling like it had a sweater and an acute need for caffeine. Stumbling out of bed, you made it into the shower and stepped under the hot spray. You were in the process of brushing your teeth with your face tipped to the hot fall of water when blurry memories from the previous night made their appearance.

Clint.

Your eyes snapped open as you blinked the water out of them. You and Clint had gotten drunk and nearly slept together. Somehow, despite the way you had felt about him and the way he seemed to want you as much—you had told him that it should wait. That you didn't want to be drunk when it happened. Which was more about not wanting him to be drunk.

Shit. Maybe he wouldn't remember your lapse. Things should go back to the way they were.

Groaning, you rinsed your mouth and toothbrush and shut off the shower. Twenty minutes later, hair dry and slightly less groggy, you were bundled in a robe and had shuffled down to the kitchen to make coffee. You had turned to return the beans to the pantry but found Clint blocking your way. You hadn't even heard him come up on you.

Clint's hair was sticking up wildly and he had nothing on but a pair of sleep pants slung low on his hips. His arms caged you in as he pressed you back against the counter with a grin. "Looks like it's 'as soon as possible'."

"Clint—," you started to say, but his hand came up and covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he shook his head, his hand still over your mouth. "Uh-uh. Stop overthinking, cupcake. I've been waiting to be with you, like this, for months. No take backs."

Lifting your eyebrows you waited for him to remove his hand but when he didn't, you bit at his palm. He snatched his hand away. "If you wanna bite something…"

You rolled your eyes but ignored it, determined to say what you should say. "Clint, I don't want you to—"

Clint's mouth cut you off this time. Unlike last night, this was the kind of kiss that melted your brain and left you with weak knees. They might have given out if he hadn't kept you trapped between his body and the counter. One of his hands slid into your robe, the calluses over it sending pleasant shivers dancing across your skin.

Any doubts you had fled as Clint kissed you until your head spun and your lips were practically numb. As he pulled back, his teeth scraped across your bottom lip. He pulled his hand out of your robe and placed it back on the counter, caging you between his arms again.

"Now, there is only one thing you need to decide. Your room. Or mine?"

You blinked, several times as you attempted to bring your IQ back up to the area where you could answer the question. "Um. I don't have any, um—protection?"

Clint smirked. "Guess it will have to be my room."

He pushed away, his hand grabbing yours to pull you along with him. On the third floor landing, your curiousity got the better of you. "You've got condoms?"

Just inside Clint's room, he spun you around so that he was leading you backwards towards the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he grinned at you. "It pays to be prepared. And they even glow in the dark."

You burst out laughing as you felt the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed. "Where in the world did you get glow in the dark condoms?"

"I'm pretty sure you've heard of this amazing place called 'the internet'. Turns out you can find all sorts of stuff on there. Now enough talking." Clint's hand came up and pushed lightly on your face so that you landed back on his bed.

Backing up his bed as he followed, you leaned up on your elbows, intending to say something but instead a surprised squeal popped out. Clint's hands had wrapped around your legs and he tugged you hard so that you landed on your back with him between your legs as he leaned down to cover your mouth with his.

Once he had kissed you until you were breathless, he sat back on his knees. Clint shifted his position, his thighs pressing yours further apart as he reached slowly down and tugged on the belt of your robe. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched the way Clint's eyes lit up as he laid you bare.

You didn't think you'd ever seen a guy look at you the way Clint was right now as his hands skimmed over your skin. The roughness of his hands thrilled you in a way you never considered before. He bent over you, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts, teeth tugging gently at your nipple. It sent heat arrowing straight through you and your back arched into him.

Clint's lips curved against your skin as his tongue flicked over that hardening peak while he slid a hand slowly down the center of your torso until he was teasing over your center. But still he kept his touch light and it was driving you crazy, making you desperate for something more. Finally you broke and squirmed as you let out a frustrated huff.

The rumble of Clint's chuckle was muffled as he filled his mouth with your other breast. Then his mouth was on yours once more, one of his hands tangling in your hair as his tongue delved in to dance with yours. That's when his fingers finally slipped inside of you, his thumb circling over your clit as your hips rocked into his hand.

It doesn't take you long to have you thanking whatever gods may exist that brought you someone who seemed to be made to use his hands. That has to be why he has you falling apart so fast that you barely have time to much more than wrap your arms around his back and hold on for dear life.

The orgasm crashing through you on a cresting wave that feels like it starts at the crown of your head and rolls right down to your toes. By the time the last bit of it was wrung out you felt limp and dizzy from it.

Fingers stroked softly across your cheek as you blinked yourself back into awareness. Clint's lips brush against yours as he murmurs, "There's my girl. You gonna make it?"

A weak giggle spilled out of you as you pushed your fingers into his hair, you were pretty sure you weren't but it was going to be a great ride on the way. Twisting his hair in your fingers you tugged his mouth back to yours and wrapped a leg around his waist as you kissed him hard.

You reached a hand between your body and his, snaking it into the sleep pants he was still wearing and wrapping your hand around his cock. Clint let's put a low hiss against your mouth when you rub your thumb over the slit, spreading the precum that's been leaking out of him for who knows how long around the head and down his shaft. You twist your wrist as you slowly drag your hand along his length. His cock jumps in your hand and it makes you wetter as you imagine it doing that while inside you.

"Clint," your voice is edged with desperation as you say his name. "I really need your dick to be glowing like now. Because eif you aren't inside me soon I might die."

Clint's lips were moving along your jaw and his breath dusted across your neck as he huffed out a laugh. He shifted, squishing you a little as he leaned over towards his end table, stretching out to try and hook the drawer and pull it open.

He manages to get a hold of it and eagerly tugged the drawer open. A little too eagerly as it falls out, spilling the contents to the floor. Clint swears loudly while you try to stifle your laughter.

"Keep that up and you don't get any dick at all," Clint mutters as he rolls away to lean over the side of the bed.

"Liar."

At the word, Clint squints at you over his shoulder, coming up finally with the small foil wrapped goal. He's shifting back over to you, but you push up. When you shift over to him and push against his shoulders he allows you to guide him to his back.

He watches you with lust blown eyes as you take the condom from him, tearing the package open and making quick work of rolling it down his length. Then you purse your lips as you study it.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

With a wicked smile you tilt your head and say, "Doesn't seem to be glowing. This one might be defective. Perhaps I should grab a new one?"

"Jesus Christ, baby, stop teasing. It's mean."

Laughing, you straddle his lap, holding him steady as you slowly sink down on him. Your eyes flutter at the stretch as he fills you, but you manage to keep your eyes on his face. He let out a low groan, eyes closing as his fingers grip your hips.

When you've taken all of him inside of you, you pause, needing the moment to let your body adjust. In the meantime, you run your nails lightly over Clint's chest watching as his eyes open and he focuses on your face. Running one hand up your chest, he cups your breast, thumb teasing the nipple as the other pushes against your hip.

Taking the encouragement to move, you brace your hands on his chest and start to ride him. You move slow and deliberate, torturing him and yourself at the same time. It's not long at all before Clint's arm bands around you and he pulls you against his chest, rolling to pin you under him as he captures your mouth in one of those kisses that are so intense it melts your brain.

But then he's shoving your knees back to your chest and thrusting hard and deep into you. Every stroke hits all the right spots, and once more all you can do is hold on for the ride as Clint drives you closer to another high. He's watching your face, taking in every flicker and flutter as the pressure builds in you.

Every time his hips thrust forward, there's that seductive sound of skin slapping skin, and your fingernails were digging into his forearms as everything tightened inside of you. You were teetering on the edge, not quite able to throw yourself off when Clint's hand drops between your legs.

When his fingers strum over your clit, it acts like the denator on the climax that explodes through you. He curses as you clench hard around him, dragging his own release out of him with a suddenness that he wasn't expecting. With a last deep thrust he comes, the electricity of the orgasm sparking through every one of his nerves as the fingers of the hand he had on your hip squeezes with a bruising grip. But your so beyond caring, your mind floating as after shocks cascade through your body while Clint collapsed against you with a soft grunt.

His face is pressed into your shoulder as both of you pant and your hearts gallop nearly in unison. You were vaguely aware of the fact that there were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. While you enjoyed sex immensely in the past, you always struggled with getting off with a partner previously. It usually took you what felt like forever, sometimes to the point where you got frustrated and just said you had gotten off even if you hadn't.

So, the intensity of both of the orgasms that you'd experienced, with what felt like barely any effort at all left you feeling all sorts of things. You weren't ready to examine what that meant yet. Clint shifted taking his weight off of you as he slowly pulled out of you before he went completely soft. He disposed of the condom and then rolled back towards you. That's when he caught the tears.

Instantly he was gather you up against his chest, his hand smoothing over your hair. "Oh, hey. What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Clint's thumb rubbed over the tear tracks as he studied you with some concern. You let out a watery laugh, feeling silly as you rubbed your palm over your face.

Sighing, you pressed your face against his chest and said, "I'm okay, birdy, just…It was a lot."

Clint's hand stroked up and down your spine. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Pushing up so you could look into his face you shook your head. "No, god. No. I mean I'm sore and I might have some bruises but that's good. I like the idea of you leaving marks behind."

"Duly noted. But if it's not that then what?"

You already knew you were half in love with him, but as his grey-blue eyes studied your face carefully, concern written all over his face cemented it for you. You were completely and totally gone over your best friend. And a part of you already dreaded the moment that reality would tear this away from you.

Shaking your head, realizing you owed him an answer you reached up and pressed your hand against his cheek. "I'm good Clint. More than good. It was just intense was all."

Clint considered your words for a moment, his hand continuing to stroke soothingly along your back. Then his eyes widened a little and his hand paused. "Don't tell me that's the first time you've…"

Rolling your eyes you slapped his chest. "Jesus Christ Clint, no! You know full well it's not the first time I've had sec you moron."

"I wasn't going to say that." Clint rubbed at his chest dramatically before he kissed you lightly. "I was going to ask if that's the first time you've ever gotten off."

Your face heated, which was silly considering what you'd just done with him. "No, it's not that either. It's just usually…hard for me to be able to well…get there."

"Oh. I see," Clint said, his arms tightening around you as he tucked you more comfortably against his chest. "So, what you're saying is I'm kinda magic eh?"

You snorted, amused as you pressed your lips against his chest before snuggling against his chest. "Something like that."