Alli Snow (allisnow) wrote,
Alli Snow
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I apologize in advance for the capslock.

15,363 words. BOOYAH.

Snippet time. FLASHBACK! *does jazz hands*
They check into their hotel suite a little after noon. The place is ridiculously large, and everywhere he looks he sees designer furniture, shimmering cloth, shining surfaces: glass, brass, marble and tile. The walls are bright and white and shining, topped by crown molding, accented by opulent drapes. Fresh flowers bloom on side tables below framed art that looks like it belongs in a museum instead of a neighborhood garage sale. Clint has seen places like this before, but usually only from across the street or through a skylight.

Natasha is less fazed, of course; she glances around, checks the windows and doors and, because after all this was Stark’s idea, they do a quick sweep for surveillance devices. Nothing comes up. “Clint, go get some sleep,” she tells him the third time she catches him yawning, and he’s surprised to discover that for the first time since this all started he wants to sleep, thinks maybe he even can sleep. When she adds, gently, “I’m not going anywhere,” he’s suddenly so exhausted that it’s all he can do to drag himself to the nearest bedroom, kick off his boots, and collapse face-first atop the lilac-scented sheets.

Yeah, not the most exciting snippet I've ever posted, but hey. Boyfriend needed a nap. He's going to need his energy later, for... other things.

*sigh* I can't believe I'm going to be in a work meeting for who knows how long tomorrow when what I really want to do is come home and write Avengers sexytimes. ALAS.
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