Clint woke up alone the next morning, but rolling over he could smell that Coulson had been there not too long ago. For a second, he grinned to himself. Hawkeye? Oh no no no. Hawknose was more like it. Did hawks have a good sense of smell? Clint shrugged, whatever.
"Phillllll!" he groaned, "I'm hungry!" A few seconds passed before he heard the approaching footsteps. Huh. He could tell it was Phil just by the pattern. Hawkear?
"Luckily enough for you, I have breakfast already finished." Clint grinned, sitting up in bed. He could smell that Phil had it with him. Most definitely something else edible by hand. Phil was good at making sure of that, probably knowing Clint's pride wouldn't allow him to be hand fed.
After a delicious breakfast, Phil immediately started in on the activities again. Clint froze him with one question though.
"So, what did you mean last night when you said that you were never just my handler?"
The silence that followed let Clint know that Phil was carefully thinking over his words.
"I just meant that with you, a handler would have to be more than a handler." Clint raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Really? That was the best lie you could come up with?" Clint didn't say anything else, just waiting. After a few tense moments, Phil sighed.
"Fine. I can be honest with you. I just didn't want to have to. I don't want this to affect our professional relationship in any way, yet I know that won't be possible…" Clint waited for him to begin speaking again, attempting to hide the grin that was sneaking on to his face.
He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he seriously did not want to get his hopes up. Phil was always surprising him, so he could be way of base here….but then what other explanation could there be?
"Don't even try to hide it. I can see that smug grin Clint." Phil informed him warily. So, Clint leaned back, grin widening.
"Continue Phil." He said, voice warmer that his contrasting grin. Phil hesitated and Clint idly wished he could see his expression. Would it be the blank, bland expression he usually wore? Or something else entirely? "Phil?" Clint prompted again.
"You already know what I'm going to say."
"Say it anyway. Please."
Silence for a few moments.
"Fine. Clint…I may have developed…a crush on you. Which is entirely unprofessional, and I-"
"Phil, shut up. If I could see, I would kiss you right now, but since I can't?" Clint left that hanging, raising an eyebrow. After a few seconds he felt Phil's hands on the sides of his face and he leaned in the direction he was being pulled, lips meeting Phil's chapped ones.
After a few minutes of glorious kissing, they broke apart, both panting slightly.
"If it makes you feel better, I was never just the agent you handled." Clint informed him quietly. Phil hummed, nuzzling into his neck. Clint could feel the smile and it caused his own smile to grow. After a few seconds, Phil pulled away.
"Okay, now, let's go and we can-"
"We are not going to do 'fun activities' all day." Clint cut him off. He could almost feel Phil's eyebrow rise.
"You seemed to enjoy yesterday. Specifically the sculpting." Phil pointed out dryly. Clint shrugged, moving forward and running his hands across Phil's chest until he found it.
Clint tugged him forward by the tie, smirking in the area he knew to be his face.
"Yes, well, I have some other ideas for today." He stated pointedly. Phil chuckled, but willingly moved forward again.
Oh yes. Clint would like this day.
Clint liked today's activities much better than yesterday's activities. There was a bit of exercise, if rolling around on the couch making out counted as exercise. There was a lot of talking, about feelings, work, and random topics. And a lot of making out. But he had mentioned that already. It was his favorite part.
The night once again saw Clint forcing Phil into bed with him. The only difference is that this time Clint felt free to snuggle in tight against the other agent.
"What do you think Natasha is going to think about us?" Clint wondered idly. He knew that she would be absolutely fine with it. If anything, the withering looks she sent his way whenever he had stared after Coulson had told him that she was annoyed with his pining. Phil chuckled.
"Are you kidding? She'll be thrilled. Well, as thrilled as she can be. I believe she was planning on locking us in a closet if we didn't get together soon." Clint snorted.
"Please, I could totally climb out, into the vent, no matter what closet she put me into."
"You think she wouldn't be waiting there to throw you back in? She is nothing if not thorough." Clint nodded.
"Touché." After a few minutes of comfortable silence leading up to sleep, Clint moved.
Clint smiled, nuzzling a little farther into Phil's neck. He blinked open his eyes briefly, taking one last look at Phil's smiling face, before shutting his eyes again and going off to bed.
He would remember why it felt odd to be seeing something later.
R & R. I was going to make this longer, but I didn't want to force it. If I added anything else to the chapter, it made it seem rushed.