It was late at night, and you always crashed in Clint’s apartment even if he wasn’t home. You just liked how homey it was and felt comforted.

Clint was fine for work and you were laying on Clint’s bed, watching TV. You suddenly hear the front door open. You immediately knew it was Clint. He walked into his room and sees you laying on his bed. He seemed casual about since you did this all of the time.

“Hey, move over…” Clint says tiredly, and without warning he goes between your thighs, wraps his arms around you, and rests his head on your stomach. He sighs softly, feeling relaxed like this.