OOM: Milliways; April Fools; Upstairs

[redintheledger]

after this:

The room they walk into is...a hotel room.

Nicer than a lot, though. A queen-sized bed (the quilt and pillows a deep imperial purple), a small couch in front a decent-size television, a small table with a couple of chairs. Wide windows overlooking the forest, a nice redwood wardrobe, and a closed door to what presumably is the en suite.

Natasha has lived in smaller, and worse, so beyond slanting Clint an amused look once she catches sight of the colour of the bed, she heads straight to the couch. She's going to have to ask him to unbutton her, but first?

She's sitting down out of gratitude that she didn't break her neck on the stairs.

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[redintheledger]

Natasha goes still, and then looks down her body.





"I do look oddly maidenly," she admits, at last.

[hasthehighground]

Clint's lip twitches slightly.




He dissolves into laughter.

[redintheledger]

Natasha slants him a disdainful look, all ruffled dignity like a cat.

"He who is wearing tights has no room to laugh," she says, primly.

[hasthehighground]

"What's wrong with tights?" Clint asks, professionally offended. His legs look hot in these, thanks.

Even if they're a pretty cheap quality. At least his tunic is long enough to allow some basic dignity in public.

[redintheledger]

"Only an ex-stage performer would ask that."

Although, to be fair, his legs do look hot in those tights.

[hasthehighground]

"Ah, I see," Clint says, straightening as the water boiler beeps. "You're jealous of my physique. Very sneaky, Ro- mmel."

She didn't catch that. No. Uh.

Clint makes discreet instant coffee.

[redintheledger]

"You caught me. I'm so jealous."

Nope, no giggling here.

"You should join me on the couch," she announces.

[hasthehighground]

Clint glances over at her, and breathes a laugh. "Okay, fine." He sets down the hot water, and breaks some ice cubes into a glass before filling it from the sink. He sees you making him do your work, Romanoff.

He hands the glass to her, before sitting down with his mug of coffee.

[redintheledger]

She smiles at him, and once he's settled, she curls herself at his side, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Can you imagine the geeks down in R&D trying to work out where our clothes went? Where these costumes appeared?"

[hasthehighground]

"Pretty sure they'd think it was something I thought up to cover losing their schematics," Clint says, tone dry. "I'd borrowed some for that stupid USB arrow Sitwell wants."

He takes a drink of his coffee; he doesn't lean into her, but he's careful not to jostle her.

[redintheledger]

Natasha's expression turns enchanted.

"USB arrow?"

[hasthehighground]

Geeks. Clint laughs, quietly.

"Yeah. It has a tripod-ed targeting system so it'll align for rotational drift as long as the hit's within a 3 millimeter window."

AKA: across the room, at farthest.

[redintheledger]

"That," she says, "is one of the coolest things I've ever heard of."

[hasthehighground]

Clint smirks, and presses a kiss into her hair briefly.

"And now," he says, drawing back, "it's a plastic longbow."

At least the coffee is some consolation.

[redintheledger]

"...if it doesn't turn back, I'll bake some triple-chocolate fudge brownies. I'll throw them at R&D while you run," she says, her expression perfectly solemn.

[hasthehighground]

"Eh," Clint says, "it'd buy me long enough to get Phil's protection, at least."

Coulson is a terror beyond those known to R&D-kind.

And Clint already owes him too many favors for Coulson to let him die without repaying at least some of them.

[redintheledger]

She snorts.

"Oh, the mental images," she says, taking a drink with a smirk and then resettling her head against her friend's shoulder.

She might even admit to herself, just for a moment, that she's missed him a ridiculous amount.

[hasthehighground]

Clint glances sideways to her.

Once he finishes his coffee (pretty soon), he sets the mug down gently on the table with his left hand. He slips his right hand behind her back at the same time, sliding easily over the silk of her slip.

When he straightens, he slips his hand down to her far hip, fingers splayed across the border between silk and skin. "So," he says, far too amused to be anything approaching smooth. "Lounging, huh? That going well for you?"

[redintheledger]

She's not even trying to hide her smile.

"Pretty well, actually. Getting a bit bored of it, though."

[hasthehighground]

"Yeah?" He presses an open mouth kissed to her neck, breath shaking slightly with nearly-silent laughter. "That sounds like something you might want to fix."

[redintheledger]

Natasha laughs.

"Fortunately, I know exactly how to do that," she says, and twists around to kiss him properly.

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Natasha doesn't really want to wake up. It's a comfortable bed, and her body is telling her rather distinctly that it'd be awesome to just stay here. Sleep some more. Get more cuddles from-

The other side of the bed is cold, and she dimly remembers Clint saying something about heading downstairs. Grumbling a little, Natasha opens her eyes and tries to scan as much of the room as is possible without moving any further.

"Clint?"

[hasthehighground]

Clint's sitting on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, reading a book. He's only a couple pages into it; he came back from the bar maybe five minutes ago. Next to his legs are a thermos and a paper bag (which probably contains baked goods of some variety).

"Hey," he says, pulling his legs off of the table and setting the book down. "Did I wake you up?"

[redintheledger]

"Mmm, not that I'm aware," she says, rolling over to peer at him. This involves tangling the sheets even further.

"...is that awesome food I smell?"

[hasthehighground]

Clint grins. "Tomato soup and cheese rolls."

He rolls his shoulders back, rubbing at the back of his head with one hand. "You going to come get it, princess? Because I'm pretty sure your fairy godmother would be kind of pissed if she had to clean soup off the sheets."

Cinderella's the one with the fairy godmother, right? Cool.

[redintheledger]

"She had a wand, I'm pretty sure laundry was included," she says, drily, but she untangles herself to get up anyway. She finds the slip, pulls it on, and then strolls over.

"I'm still," she points out with a sigh as she takes a seat, "blonde."

[hasthehighground]

"Oh no," Clint intones, as he unclips the bowls from the thermos. "What a horrible tragedy."

He grins and bumps his shoulder lightly into hers.

The soup is good, the cheese rolls better; that Milliways has a copy of the original The Evil Dead -- well.

Let's just say the next few hours aren't exactly tortuous.

(Until they find a copy of 2013 remake.)