Maya woke, as per usual, with the sun. She didn't sleep in. Ever. Sometimes she even beat the sun, and the birds chirping their mute songs outside her open window. She felt a heavy arm draped across her midriff, and for a moment she blinked in confusion before she smiled in realisation.
Clint.
Shuffling around carefully to face him, Maya smiled softly at him. Lips smooshed against the pillows, much like a newborn's as it sleeps, golden hair a tangled mess; the sunlight bouncing off his slight curls and defined muscles.
She's glad for moments like these. Moments where she's free to explore his body with nothing but her fingertips. Gliding along his arm, her skilled fingers pause at scars, big and small. He has his fair share, as does she. Making mental notes to ask him about them that she will forget in a few hours time, she continues to run her hands over his arm, his back, his hip, his chest, his jaw, his hair, until he shifts under her touch with an unheard groan and turns over onto his stomach.
No longer is she content with the contact her fingertips bring. She props herself up on her hands, lips and breath dancing along the contours of his back. She shuts her eyes and breathes him in- he smells the Rez; he smells like home. There's a pang in her chest; of sadness, of loss, of love, and she falls onto his back, snaking her hands underneath his chest and hugs him tight; her face pressed between his shoulder blades.
Theres a vibration underneath her, and Clint wakes up groggily, shifting under her practically non-existent weight and turns himself over to take her face in his strong, calloused hands and mouths 'what's wrong?'
Nothing, she wants to say. Everything. She loves him, and she's afraid to tell him because she doesn't want this to end like Matt, like Kiyoshi, like her father. Two dead, one gone before it could begin.
So she shakes her head and presses her face to his shoulder, closing her eyes from the light and holding onto him tight. She's glad he's so strong. She feels safe in his arms, and she knows that once he starts holding her back that he won't let go.
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As per her usual morning routine, Maya woke up as the sun was rising. She stretched out a groan, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before she flicked the covers over herself.Â
She was almost surprised to see another foot in her bed. She smiled a little to herself before she looked over at Clint; sleeping on his stomach, bare ass hanging out from the covers. Maya had half a mind to cop a feel but she decided to let him rest instead as she quietly left the bed.
After a shorter version of her morning work-out and a long, cold shower, Maya got dressed in tights and a t-shirt before she made her way into the kitchen to start breakfast. By this time was barely nine o'clock but Maya thought a head-start couldn't hurt.
She had her stove full with pans; one for eggs, another for bacon, and two for the pancakes. Her ginger kitten Oliver had come through his cat flap then- he could probably smell the bacon. He wound through her ankles and tried to climb up her leg. "Shoo-" she said down at it, gently moving him away with her foot before she tossed him a raw slice.
"That's not a nice way to greet a guest."
Maya jumped when she felt hands on her waist, her elbow jerking back defensively but lucky she had the mind to stop it. "Jesus, Clint- you scared the shit out of me." she replied, looking back at his stupid, crooked grin over her shoulder.Â
"Smells good." he said, pressing himself against her. She wasn't sure, but he felt like he wasn't wearing any clothes. "You weren't kidding about a proper breakfast."
"I can't hear you, I'm cooking." she replied, taking up a pan with a pancake on it before she flipped it in the air and set it back down. She gently pried herself out of his grip to take out the bread from the oven, sliding it across the kitchen bench as she made her way back to the stove.Â
"Could you hand me that plate by your left?" she asked him, pointing without her eyes leaving the stove.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure-" Clint leant over and handed her the plate, opting to stand in front of her instead of behind her. "You really went all out, huh?" he said with a small smile, tapping her forearm gently to get her attention.
She turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow; he wasn't naked, but he was only wearing his underwear. "I didn't know what you liked." she replied with a shrug, taking the plate and flipping the pancake onto it. She flipped the bacon and then went back to flip the other pancake, add more batter to the pans, and then start scrambling the eggs.
Clint watched in awe as she juggled herself between all the different pans and plates. "You uh, you need any help there, Maya?" he asked her with raised eyebrows.Â
"You can get the cutlery, first draw to your right. And glasses for the orange juice. Sorry there's no coffee." she replied w=quickly before turning her attention back to the stove.
Clint pouted when she said there was no coffee, but did as he was told regardless. The table had already been pre-set, he could see. He couldn't help but notice how big it was, and he imagined Maya eating alone at it every day. At least today would be a little different.Â
Clint almost tripped over the tiny cat on his way back to Maya, glaring down at it. Cats. He looked her over from behind, wondering why she was wearing such a baggy t-shirt before he wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing himself against her once more. He felt her sigh and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before he puled away. "Alright, alright, I'll get outta your hair."Â
Around five minutes later Maya was balancing four plates on her arms as she carried her huge breakfast to the table, laying it out between her seat and his. She moved around to the chair that Clint had sat himself in and gave him a quick kiss. "You better eat all of this." she said sternly before she took her seat and pulled some bacon and eggs into her plate, spreading butter onto her freshly baked slice of bread.Â
Clint did eat all of it. Well- with her help, anyway. It was easily the best feed he'd ever gotten. Maya was really the only woman he knew who could cook. Well, cook this good, at any rate. She didn't skimp on nothin', either. There was cream, maple syrup and berries for the pancakes; three or four different jams, which, buy the looks of it, she had made herself. And that bread. Holy crap, he never knew bread could taste so good.
Needless to say, by the time they were both done, he was just about ready for bed again. "You're a saint, Maya. I want you to cook my las meal." he chuckled, leaning back in the chair as he sipped at his orange juice.
Maya breathed a laugh and shook her head. "If you thought that was good, you should come over when I bake."
"Don't tempt me."
Maya smiled and got up to clear the table, but Clint had gotten up too, and urged her to sit. "You've done plen'y. Let ol' Hawkeye take care of the cleanin' up." he assured her as he gracelessly juggled the dishes on his way to the sink.
Maya sat back, Oliver jumping onto her lap as Clint cleaned up for her. She hadn't entertained anyone for a while. This was nice; different, a break in the routine. Maya turned to look Clint up and down, eyes falling on his ass for a long moment before she looked back down at Oliver with a smirk. Maybe he'd come back again... I hope he does.Â
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((I didnât see your post earlier.. what happened to Tony??? D:))
--ooc: He's been M!A'd to do anything Freeyou says to do, and so far that is basically destroy everything he holds dear, so destroy his bots, his suit, and try to kill those closest to him and when he fails, he's to rip out his reactor.
I've been gone for so long that I have half a mind to throw out all the things I've done so far. I'm too behind to ever get caught up, and I don't think anyone would be so lenient as to accommodate me with so many backdated replies.
If anyone still wants to include Sif (my Sif) in their roleplay, just let me know. Maybe we can come up with something.
Otherwise..............................
Idk hahah, but I won't be mad if you decide that it's too troublesome to try to work me back into your current arcs. I fully understand, believe me.
On another note, if anyone at all wants to RP with me I am more than open to plotting and stuff! ;v;
