Written to: A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton, crosspost from AO3
Scintilla: A tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely-visible trace.
"I've never been so exhausted," Natasha admits, flopping down into a chair besides Clint in the small coffeehouse across the street from Pronovias. "And so itchy. You would think that a top tier bridal dress store would make dresses that weren't so scratchy, but I guess I was trying on all the wrong dresses or they really are just that itchy."
She reaches over, takes a sip of Clint's chai tea. He smiles as he watches her throat move in delicate swallows, as she wipes her mouth and sighs, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes.
"And I'm positively famished," she continues. "I feel like I haven't eaten in years. Did we have breakfast? I think we had breakfast."
"We did have breakfast," Clint agrees. "You probably just feel hungry because you've spent the last three hours being laced up."
Natasha smiles, her eyes still closed, just the faintest hint of a smile, the first one that Clint has seen since the fitter had kicked him out of the store (apparently the fitting of dresses was a completely private and female matter, and would Clint be able to tell the difference between Chantilly lace and Venetian Gros Point? she didn't think so) and Natasha had smiled from behind the glass at him to reassure him. Clint grins back, even though Natasha isn't looking, admires the tiny flash of sparkling white teeth the upturned corner of her mouth reveals to him.
"What else do we have to do today?" she asks him, opening her eyes and turning back to him. "Hopefully not too much. I kind of just want to go home and lie down and eat pizza on the bed while we watch TV."
Clint grins, looking down at the list he'd written on his hand that morning.
"I guess the rest of this stuff we can skip, envelopes and themes and flowers can wait, but I think it might be a shame if we didn't try the cakes today," he suggests. He looks up to find Natasha smiling fully. She reaches over the table, grabs his wrist, drags him up with an energy he wouldn't have suspected of her.
"That sounds fabulous," she tells him as she hails down a cab. "But I think, perhaps, we should try the cakes at Baked today, and the ones at Magnolia Bakery tomorrow, and some at Butterfly Bakeshop on Sunday..."
A cab pulls up beside them, and he opens the door for Natasha. "Of course," he agrees. "We wouldn't want to miss out on the best cake, would we? And we can't exactly know which one that is unless we try all of them."
As the cab pulls away from the curb, Natasha leans over the backseat to press a kiss to his cheek.