It has been another long gap since I last posted but I promise I haven't forgotten. It's been a busy few months with a lot to deal with but I am finally back with another chapter. I have a couple ideas where I might go with the next chapter so it might be a short wait for that to go up but it is in the works. Enjoy, review, and as always, I apologize for any typos. I write this all on my phone.
After a moment to register what had happened Clint fell into the kiss, reacting to everything Natasha was giving him and giving as much back. Slowly the two moved toward the bed and fell onto it, hardly pulling their faces away from one another.
Natasha sighed almost petulantly when Clint stopped kissing her and reached for the phone. Why whoever it was called right then and couldn't leave them in peace she didn't know. As he was talking to whoever was on the line there was a knock at the door. She delivered an impressive eye roll to no one and went to answer it.
"Hello," she greeted. It was the hotel manager again, delivering a message from the front desk.
"This arrived for you only moments ago," he smiled, "and I brought it straight away."
"Merci," Natasha grinned sweetly, though she really wished he had waited a while. She opened the letter in case it was from S.H.I.E.L.D. but found only an invitation to a banquet. The academy at which she was posing as an instructor offering a chance to get to know everyone with whom she would be working. She handed the letter to Clint and returned her attention to the man at the door.
"And may I offer the two of you a complimentary breakfast?" The manager prodded.
"No, thank you," Clint joined the conversation. "We've just been told our flat is ready. We'll be able to move in this afternoon and that calls for celebration at a restaurant."
The manager nodded and walked away leaving Natasha and Clint alone together again.
Natasha, trying to hide her disappointment, set down the letter and went to the closet to pack the clothes away. "Where should we go to lunch?"
"I know this great little place not far from here. Really close actually and very private. I think you'll like it." Clint responded walking over to her and gently grabbing her hand.
Pulling lightly Clint led her to the bed and sat down. "Table for two?" He tugged a little harder causing her to fall into him. She giggled (which surprised both of them) but played along.
"Looks perfect."
The two wasted no time picking up where they left off.
After another call from S.H.I.E.L.D. urging them to move into their apartment, the two hastily changed out of their clothes from the previous night, gathered their things and took a cab over. They ignored the boxes scattered in every room; ignored the mess and clutter. They didn't notice much, concerned only with the fact that they were once again alone and in a private place.
Not bothering to find a couch or bed, Clint scooped Natasha up as soon as the door closed behind them. He carried her to the nearby kitchen counters, high enough that she sat taller than Clint.
Natasha ran her fingers through Clint's short hair as he kissed along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Natasha gripped his arm when he kissed right at the edge of her jawbone, a sudden lightness flooding through her.
"'Tasha?" Clint asked, worry edging through the huskiness of his voice, "you ok?" His hands on her hips, he drew little circles on their thigh with his thumb.
"Humnnm," Natasha mumbled in reply, pulling Clint close to kiss him on the lips.
"Oh," Clint responded with a throaty laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment then."
Clint moved one hand from her hip and slid it gently up under her shirt along her side. His thumb resumed the circles on her ribs.
Noticing the time Natasha carefully pulled away.
"We need to get ready. The banquet…"
"Screw the banquet. We'll be late." Clint swept her off the counter and carried her off into a bedroom.