WHO:Clint & Kate WHEN: Early May; around the Stormtrooper plot WHERE: Clint's place WHAT: Lazy mornings and declarations WARNINGS: High for smex. STATUS: Complete
Kate wished she’d been around for the Storm Trooper stuff. Though, knowing her luck she’d have been dropped on her head or something. Somehow. She didn’t mind sitting around and hearing the stories about it, though. She’d finally met Tony Stark, and listening to him and Clint talk brought out a side in Clint that she didn’t often see. A side that made her happy from the inside out.
Of course, nothing was perfect in the world, and there were still injuries and badness and whatever else… but knowing that someone like Tony Stark had Clint’s back? That was just priceless. Kate was going to sleep a little more soundly with that in mind.
She was sitting at the breakfast table, chewing on some cereal, watching Clint with Lucky over the top of her bowl. (See? Sometimes she actually ate breakfast instead of taking it as black coffee.) A little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
After the Galaxy Far Far Away came to town, Clint had decided that he’d need to get the movies out. Marathoning with Stark led to one very obvious thing; Tony Stark was a giant nerd. But then, Clint guessed that from the genius billionaire inventor thing. Explaining the whole to Kate had been a laugh too, the embellishments that Clint just laughed at pretty much made the story.
The day after any battle usually had Clint fairly sleepy or relaxed, sometimes both, and since it was a day off, he’d corralled Lucky into a bath that morning before they could spend the day chilling out. Since Kate was happily munching away and Lucky was being a total dork about a damn ball, Clint figured, what the fuck, and started stupidly throwing it in the apartment. The result was, of course, Lucky ruining one part of the living room before stealing Clint’s sock to hide in the bedroom.
“I think he’s reverting to puppy stage.” Or, maybe Lucky hadn’t gotten to be a puppy for real the first time around. “He’s definitely eating more socks.” With the dog having drained part of Clint’s limited morning energy, he just plopped himself down beside Kate, snagging a few bits of cereal from her bowl to much. “I’m all pooped out already.”
“You’re just jealous at his enthusiasm,” Kate responded, smacking at his hand when he stole cereal from her bowl. Hey, that was hard earned cereal. She’d had to get a bowl, and the cereal box, and open it, and pour? Lots of work for this little breakfast. At least she didn’t growl at him.
“Not surprising, Old Man. You used up all your energy yesterday battling Light sabres or whatever.” Kate wasn’t much of a Star Wars junkie. She turned and lifted her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair. “Did I mention how hot it is that you helped save the day from literal space invaders?”
“Storm Troopers have blasters, Kate, jedi’s have lightsabers, there’s a difference.” He was dating a total philistine. She had no sense of good pop culture. Smirking slightly at the tug of her fingers in his hair, Clint leaned in a little, avoiding knocking her cereal over to place a small line of kisses up her jaw, “No, you didn’t, but we had company, so you had to be polite.” Tony staying for about twenty minutes after Kate arrived counted as company, right?
“Feel free to elaborate.”
Funny how Clintkisses coaxed sounds from Kate that she wasn’t even conscious of making. She gave a gentle humm at the feel of his lips on her jaw, tipping her head to the side to allow him easier access. “I finally got to meet the famous and elusive Tony Stark. Of course I had to be polite.”
She closed her eyes and turned her head a little, leaning far enough over so that her face was an inch from his. “If I’d been there? To see it? I might have dragged you from the battlefront to some secluded alleyway so I could have my way with you.” She teased. But, knowing Kate? It wasn’t that far off base.
This was the point of having simple, chilled out mornings, right? That was Clint’s opinion and he was sticking to it. “Don’t call him that where he can hear you, okay? It’ll go straight to his head.” And Tony Stark needed no more ego stroking, thanks very much. “He’s not that elusive,” Clint mumbled it against Kate’s throat, small smirk on his face as she moved a little more towards facing him.
“In front of Disneyland?” The smirk just grew, Clint leaning in a little to snatch a small, quick kiss, “Got some kinks you wanna share there, Katie?” He was teasing all the same, but it didn’t stop him pressing in for a longer, more drawn out kiss.
“You know, it’s no secret that he’s brilliant and good-looking. The money’s just a bonus.” Kate was smirking now, teasing Clint about Tony was actually quite fun to do. “He’s elusive to me. Shouldn’t he make himself more available to his best friend’s girl?”
And then she laughed. “Can you blame me?” Kiss. Kate returned his kiss, letting it grow in hunger and passion. This was definitely the point of having a chill morning. They could flirt and laze around, make out in the kitchen, shower together, take Lucky for a walk (or not), and cuddle up on the sofa. It was the perfect way to spend the day, especially after everything Clint had been through lately.
“He forgets to make himself available for eating, you just need to show up and remind him of basic human needs. Now, can we please stop talking about Tony Stark?” Although Clint might point out later that as far as foreplay went, discussing someone else’s hotness and money wasn’t overly helpful. Least of all when your boyfriend was trying to get his hand on your butt.
Kate chuckled softly. “All right.” She nuzzled her nose against his, then stole a couple soft kisses from his lips. “We can talk about,” more kisses between each word, “whatever you want to talk about.” Kate’s hand lifted to trail her fingertips over the side of his face, then across his temple and behind his ear, as if she was tucking invisible hair back there. “Though, I think I’d be happy with or without the talking.”
Clint just smirked, because the less talking right now, the better really. And he was more than prepared to give Kate a little incentive towards that. Using his weight to pitch forward, pressing Kate backwards into the couch, Clint arranged them, shifting until Kate’s legs bracketed his hips and he pressed down over her. “Without the talking I’m thinking.” One hand slid up her thigh, the other sliding around to cup the back of Kate’s head, Clint moved in to press kisses at her throat, being petty enough to leave a small hickey behind her ear.
This was exactly the way Kate wanted to spend her lazy morning. Making out with Clint on the sofa, hands wandering over his back while he held her firmly in place. His weight settled between her thighs, and one of her knees lifted to cradle him against her. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she mumbled, smirking, mouth pressed against him. Fingertips threaded through his hair, wandered over his neck, down his chest. Hopefully Lucky wasn’t watching.
Lucky could just leave them alone for half a goddamned hour, the dog could go hang out in the bedroom and maul a ball or something, he’d gotten his way this morning. Grown ups were amusing themselves today. Least of all when Kate’s hands started wandering, so Clint’s started doing the same, the hand on her leg sliding up over her butt to slip under her top and along her ribcage. Shifting his mouth to find hers again, Clint had to agree that making out on the couch was by far a suitable way to spend the morning.
And if they progressed passed making out on the couch, he had no issue with that either.
It was a good thing Kate was still in her pajamas. Easier access to everything. No bras in the way of fondling, no zippers or buttons that needed messing around with. She kissed him hungrily, finding that she may not have been very awake ten minutes ago, but her body was practically humming now. She reached a hand down his chest to tuck her fingertips in the waistline of his pants. Every time they were close like this, Kate still could hardly believe it. She was absolutely crazy about this man--her partner. That thought warmed her from the inside.
The easy access was a perk for sure, expanses of soft, warm skin without all the pesky layers to get through, just worn in, soft sleepwear, and that was always simple to shuck out of. But then, that was probably the perk of early morning sex, right, the lazy aspect to it. Winding an arm under Kate, pulling her up just a little to mould into his body tighter, Clint’s hand dipped below her own sleep shorts, pushing them down just a little while cupping her butt.
“I think we’re still managing to wear too much clothes.” His words were muttered against Kate’s skin, breaking from kissing long enough to pull a little back to coax her shirt over her head, because hey, easy access was fine, but naked was better.
“Funny how we haven’t learned after all this time.” Kate replied, smirking, and lifted her arms up and over her head so he could get her shirt off. Then she bent back down to kiss him again. Clothes were overrated on lazy mornings like this one. So long as Clint kept the shades drawn, they didn’t need them for anything.
Kate’s hands slipped under his shirt, then dipped into the waistband of his pants at his hips. She moved to shimmy them down and off while they kissed. “We’ll have to rid ourselves of these horrible things, won’t we?”
It wasn’t overly cold in the apartment -Clint made a point to keep it at a fairly warm temperature just because he prefered wandering around barefoot. It did mean that stripping off in the living room, even if they weren’t already working on sharing some body heat. “Well, it’ll be more fun without them for sure.”
Clint leaned to press a quick kiss to Kate’s lips, or what was meant to be a quick kiss, turning into a prolonged, drawn out kiss while he started to pull up, putting enough space between them to get out of the remaining clothes. Finally parting to pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it aside, hands moving to Kate’s hips to tug those sleep pants off and out of the way.
Thank God Clint’s place was warm enough that they could hang around naked if they wanted to. And the sofa was comfortable for fooling around. Kate pushed him back down onto the couch after her pants were removed, and climbed on top of him. She leaned down to kiss him again, finding that those quick kisses were turning into hungry, drawn-out kisses filled with lust and hunger. Which seemed very appropriate, considering the circumstances. Making love with Clint felt normal, comfortable, and exciting all at the same time. She was giddy as she kissed him, touched him, and pulled his hands to her hips to guide her against him.
Lying back, more than okay with Kate taking the lead, Clint settled back, one foot off the couch while Kate moved. Hands directing her, fingers digging into her hips just a little as she settled down, Clint’s mouth moved back to her neck, reworking on that hickey behind her ear while he gave a moment to adjust, both of them probably needing that minute to gather themselves.
Leaning back again, Clint just took in the sight, smirking a little as he ran his hands up Kate’s sides and back down, resting just atop her spread legs. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that.”
“I know,” Kate sighed, smirked. This wasn’t their first trip to the rodeo. This wasn’t the first time she’d ridden him on this sofa, and likely wouldn’t be the last. Sex with Clint was amazing for Kate--better than she’d ever had with anyone else. They took turns being in charge, took turns bringing the other to pleasure, and sometimes came at the same time. Kate never knew what was going to come from it, but it was always good. Always.
She reveled for only a moment in the sensation of being filled from the inside, then moved against him. It was a slow, hard grind at first, rubbing in all the right places. Then she brought his hands to her hips again and followed at the speed he urged. Pretty soon she was moving fast against him, puffing out little whimpers of pleasure.
Clint had no trouble Kate setting the pace, between the two of them, they knew all the places to hit just right. But Clint definitely prefered the earlier mornings for the lazy drawn out times when he could really get to Kate, so urging her along a little, one hand dropping from her hips to press between them, adding a little extra friction for her to chase.
Leaning up, altering the angle of her hips just a little, Clint fastened his mouth back to Kate’s neck, right over his spot. Pushing up fully, Clint shifted until both his legs were over the couch, tugging Kate to straddle him as he sat up, back of the couch against his back, even if it was getting a little awkward with the building sweat. It changed the angle entirely, but also gave Kate more leverage for movement and Clint the floor to brace to meet each other’s thrusts.
They moved together, in sync, and made things more comfortable for the both of them. Kate enjoyed having better positioning for her knees, giving her more leverage to move against him. The extra stimulation, his hand against her, made things escalate quickly. Her body felt more and more awake as they moved together, thrusting harder and faster. Heat and pressure began to well within her.
It didn’t take much longer. Panting as she moved hard and fast against him, the explosion started within her, sending waves of white hot pleasure washing through her torso, her arms, her legs. Every movement was excruciating ecstasy. She tensed tightly, clenching down around him as she came.
Clint followed the movements, hands still directing Kate’s movements for just a little bit longer to chase his own climax while Kate’s muscles helped pull him over the edge with her. His mouth ran lazily up her throat, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her close, stroking up her back while leaning back on the cushions himself.
Kate was more than willing to collapse against him, burying her face into his neck and breathing hard as she slowly relaxed. There was a little smirk on her face as her hand trailed up and down his side. “...I think that makes for a good morning.” She pressed her lips into his neck. “You’re welcome.”
“Best morning.” Really, when there was nothing else to do, why not? They didn’t need to go anywhere, they weren’t needed anywhere for anything at all, why not laze around and just enjoy the day? With sex. They would need to move from the couch soon, maybe a drawn out shower, some proper food afterwards, walk the dog, normal stuff that people did on days off.
“I call dibs on a short nap, shower and then taking it from there.” Clint just nuzzled along her jaw, hand ending up at the back of her neck while the other continued smoothing up her back.
“Does that mean I’m not allowed to short nap, shower, and take it from there?” Kate asked, grinning against his skin. If he wasn’t going to ask her to move, she wasn’t going to. Clint made for a pretty good mattress, she thought, and she probably made for a nice blanket. This was the perfect position for napping.
“Because I think I want dibs on it, too.”
“I think this is a team effort,” because yeah, she was an amazing blanket and Clint had no plans to move either of them for at least the fifteen minutes it took for him to power nap enough to feel slightly gross and need to shower. “We should conserve water, I hear that’s a thing that thoughtful people do.” By that point he was mostly just muttering things into her neck, shifting them just enough to sprawl butt naked on the couch, Kate still plastered over his chest, for a far more comfortable napping position.
“We’re definitely thoughtful.”
Kate chuckled, trailing fingertips up and down his bicep. In her Dreams he was always covered in little, white bandages. She was, too, actually. But in this world they were a little less scarred. Slightly. At least, she definitely was. “We are in a drought year,” Kate mused, closing her eyes after positioning herself comfortably on top of him for their shared nap. “I want to be good for our environment. Because I care about more than just... Y’know.” She yawned. “Stuff.”
“Stuff. Stuff is important.” He was probably mid-way to sleep there, the dreams weren’t really a bother at that point, not something that had irked him just yet, of course he was pretty sure they were getting close to some grand showdown with the Dark Avengers, but still. “We should all care about stuff.”
There was a slight twang to his voice the more he started to slip off, it was warm enough in the apartment, Kate’s body heat on his just helped along with the steady lull of her heartbeat that he could feel pressed against his chest. Definitely perfect napping time.
Kate’s body relaxed on top of him, warm and soft, and (she’d hate to admit) a little heavy. Actually, she might have been a little heavier now than when they’d first started dating--what, almost a year ago? In any case, she felt sleep tugging at the corners of her mind. She was satiated, happy, and wrapped in the arms of the man she loved? Maybe now was a good time to say it.
“I love you, Clint.” There was a beat where she realized what words she’d just formed. Was this the first time she’d said them? How could that possibly be? It wasn’t like she said them very often.
It wasn’t like Clint minded, or even really noticed. Either way, Clint was fine settling them a little better, hand lazily still shifting against Kate’s back, even as the light words reverberated against his chest a little. It was quiet enough, and Kate was close enough, that hearing that wasn’t hard.
Pressing a kiss against her forehead, probably a little too sweet but it was the nearest part of her, Clint just smirked, “Love you too, Kate.” Which yeah, it had taken a bit to get to that. And Clint was pretty sure he knew just how deep he was in this a while ago anyway, but apparently post-sex lazy napping was the time to share these things.
It’d been a long time coming. A long time. Kate wasn’t sure the last time she’d said ‘I love you’ and really meant it. She vaguely remembered telling Clint a while back when she was hungover and miserable (December?), but it wasn’t the kind of thing that she said every day. When Clint said it back, it sealed the deal. She closed her eyes, a stupid smile on her face, and succumbed to the nap that was desperate to take her.