It always seems to be quarter past two in the morning when Darcy wakes up these days. She’d trained herself into it being at least four in New Mexico, but something about the lights and the noise around the tower has destroyed that. No matter what time she goes to bed, no matter how many cups of warm milk she drinks, or hot baths she takes, she can guarantee she will wake up at quarter past two in the morning.
Of course, usually, at quarter past two there isn’t anyone else up. Which is why she thinks it is perfectly justifiable to, maybe, squeak a little when she pads into the kitchen and sees Clint sitting on the sideboard.
“Just getting in?” Darcy says, as she opens the fridge for the water filter.
Clint just looks at her. “Yeah, from a raucous night of partying.”
“You weren’t partying. Coulson sent you to an embassy dinner. With Natasha.” Darcy winks, and sashays past – well as much as you can in fluffy bunny slippers – “I saw the file.”
“Okay, from a night of watching other people party.” Clint says, reaching across to stir something on the hob. “I’m making hot chocolate. Want some?”
“Is it going to be anything like Natasha’s attempt?” Darcy says, wincing at the memory.
Clint snorts, slightly. “No. Unlike Tash, I believe in sugar and spice.”
“Oh thank God.” Darcy smiles. “Like, I drank it, because, well, she’s terrifying, but I thought I was never going to get rid of the taste. Please tell me she isn’t stood right behind me.”
“You’re clear.” Clint hops down off the side, and reaches into the cupboard for two mugs. Darcy can’t help tipping her head to the side to watch the effect of the stretch on his ass. No one would be able to resist, she’s fairly sure of that. “You watching my ass back there, Lewis?”
“Maybe a little.” Darcy grins sunnily. “It’s a good ass.”
“Why thank you, ma’am.” Clint winks, and pours the hot chocolate into two mugs.
“Thank you,” Darcy says through a yawn, and picks her mug up. “This smells amazing.”
“I am a man of many talents.” Clint says. “You should taste my Key Lime pie.”
“Is that a set-up for a joke?” Darcy asks, before blowing on her hot chocolate. “Because, I gotta tell you, it’s way too early for me to think up some form of pun based on pie.”
“I’m disappointed in you,” Clint says, “I thought you always had a pun for everything.”
“Usually in the mornings, after at least one cup of coffee.” Darcy says and then takes a mouthful of hot chocolate. “Oh. My. God,” she moans, “this is like an orgasm in my mouth.”
Clint raises an eyebrow, and kisses the top of her head. “I would make all the jokes about your mouth and orgasms, but I think you need to go back to bed now.”
“Fine,” Darcy says, pouting. “Write them down. Tell me them in the morning.”
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Of course, usually, at quarter past two there isn’t anyone else up. Which is why she thinks it is perfectly justifiable to, maybe, squeak a little when she pads into the kitchen and sees Clint sitting on the sideboard.
“Just getting in?” Darcy says, as she opens the fridge for the water filter.
Clint just looks at her. “Yeah, from a raucous night of partying.”
“You weren’t partying. Coulson sent you to an embassy dinner. With Natasha.” Darcy winks, and sashays past – well as much as you can in fluffy bunny slippers – “I saw the file.”
“Okay, from a night of watching other people party.” Clint says, reaching across to stir something on the hob. “I’m making hot chocolate. Want some?”
“Is it going to be anything like Natasha’s attempt?” Darcy says, wincing at the memory.
Clint snorts, slightly. “No. Unlike Tash, I believe in sugar and spice.”
“Oh thank God.” Darcy smiles. “Like, I drank it, because, well, she’s terrifying, but I thought I was never going to get rid of the taste. Please tell me she isn’t stood right behind me.”
“You’re clear.” Clint hops down off the side, and reaches into the cupboard for two mugs. Darcy can’t help tipping her head to the side to watch the effect of the stretch on his ass. No one would be able to resist, she’s fairly sure of that. “You watching my ass back there, Lewis?”
“Maybe a little.” Darcy grins sunnily. “It’s a good ass.”
“Why thank you, ma’am.” Clint winks, and pours the hot chocolate into two mugs.
“Thank you,” Darcy says through a yawn, and picks her mug up. “This smells amazing.”
“I am a man of many talents.” Clint says. “You should taste my Key Lime pie.”
“Is that a set-up for a joke?” Darcy asks, before blowing on her hot chocolate. “Because, I gotta tell you, it’s way too early for me to think up some form of pun based on pie.”
“I’m disappointed in you,” Clint says, “I thought you always had a pun for everything.”
“Usually in the mornings, after at least one cup of coffee.” Darcy says and then takes a mouthful of hot chocolate. “Oh. My. God,” she moans, “this is like an orgasm in my mouth.”
Clint raises an eyebrow, and kisses the top of her head. “I would make all the jokes about your mouth and orgasms, but I think you need to go back to bed now.”
“Fine,” Darcy says, pouting. “Write them down. Tell me them in the morning.”