Author’s Note: I wanted to do some drabbles so I can break this writer’s block so, I asked @itsanerdlife for a sentence and a character. ....and now I have a two part fic. lol! so much for a drabble But THANK YOU Ama for helping me out and throwing this at me! And for this gorgeous mood board!
Also, I haven’t written for Clint in forever so I feel rusty but whatever, I’m posting anyways.
Prompt: “You feel like home to me and that’s why I love you.”
Word Count: 1.6K
Notes/Warnings: for Part 1: Fluff, like loads of it, stress, worry, kissing, mentions of guns, I think thats it.
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You’d just gotten back from the pool and finished your shower when you heard the click of your hotel room door unlocking.
In nothing but your towel and with your hair dripping wet, you grabbed the handgun from the bathroom counter and pointed it at the floor as you crept to the edge of the short hallway.
You let out a sigh when you recognized his dirty blonde hair and hearing aid.
“Good Lord, Clint. You scared the life outta me!” You fussed at him.
He smirked when he noticed the Sig still in your hand. “At least you grabbed it.”
You smiled and placed it on the bedside table, returning to the bathroom to dry your hair and slip on a t-shirt. “You told me to.”
Clint kicked off his boots and tossed his keys on the desk across from the large queen bed. He pulled his gun from where it sat concealed under his shirt on his hip and placed it on the bedside table. Then, he pulled his badge off his belt and tossed it there, too.
He walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.
When you flipped your head back up, from blow drying it upside down, you were surprised to see him standing there watching you with a smile. “What?” You grinned and your cheeks flushed under his gaze.
He shrugged and shook his head. “Nothin’ just…” He circled his fingers around his face and then pointed at you, signing ‘You’re beautiful.’
You put the dryer down and signed back, ‘You okay?’
He nodded and stepped up to you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m fine.” He said, It was just a long day.
“Does your CO know you’re not staying in the hotel he reserved for you?”
“Of course not,” He chuckled. “Telling your wife where you’re traveling on a case, which she’s not supposed to know about, setting her up in a fancy four star resort and then staying with her when the department is already paying for a motel room, isn’t exactly protocol. Pretty sure I’d be stuck doing the paperwork for my whole unit if he found out.”
You squeezed his waist tighter and chuckled. “Yeah, Good thing you’re an undercover. You’re already great at lying.”
You felt the rumble of a silent laugh in his chest. When you looked at him through the mirror though, you saw something ghost across his expression. It worried you and you pulled back.
“Baby,” You stated.
He shook his head and tried to cover up the wear his day had had on him. But for some reason, around you, he just couldn’t lie. “I’m fine. Just a long day is all.”
You knew the general theme of this case, drugs and muleing but he didn’t tell you the details of what he was seeing just that he had to play the bad guy to catch the bad guys. You were sure he was seeing terrible things and keeping it from you to protect you.
“You wanna get a shower and then we can order room service, maybe pizza?” You offered as a change in subject.
He turned to you and smiled, “Yeah, baby, that’d be nice.”
You smiled back, fighting the urge for him to unload on you. You knew you could handle it and you knew if he bottled up all he was dealing with, one day he’d break.
You closed the bathroom door and left him to his thoughts.
A few minutes later he emerged clean and relaxed, or at least that’s the face he put on for you.
You ordered room service and he found a movie to rent. After your movie the two of you just layed in the bed and listened to music as the sun painted the sky in pastels before the stars came out. You watched the sun set out over the Miami beach and were thankful to be on the fourth floor where you could leave the balcony doors open to feel the breeze and smell the salt air.
Suddenly, Clint wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your stomach. He sighed into your shirt and you placed a hand at the back of his head.
“What are you thinking about?” You asked vaguely. If he wanted to tell you about work he would. No need to pressure him.
He looked up and smiled softly, “I’m just glad to be home, is all.”
“But we’re not even in our state, babe.”
He shook his head and crawled up to take your face in his hands. “Home isn’t a place, Y/N, it’s you. You feel like home to me and that’s why I love you. My job, all the things I see everyday… sometimes it’s hard and sometimes I don’t do too good a job leaving my work at the door…”
You inhaled to argue that he didn’t have to do that but his thumb caught your lips and he shook his head.
“I’m just sayin’,” He continued. “None of it lasts because the second I see you, it all starts to fade away.”
And then he looked at you in a way that made you melt. The kind of way that told you he meant everything he said.
Before he could explain further, you leaned up and caught his lips with yours. You hadn’t meant for the kiss to be so desperate but it was. You were desperate for him, desperate that he’d come home safe every night and desperate for him to be happy.
* * * * * *
The next morning, you woke when Clint turned on the bathroom light. He was getting ready to leave. You looked at the clock. 5:25. You rolled over and pulled the covers higher.
When clint came back out, you heard him shuffle around as he got dressed.
“Just gonna leave without sayin’ bye?” You teased lazily.
He smiled at you over his shoulder as he put on his socks. “I was gonna let you sleep.”
You crawled over and laid down beside where he was sitting. You both stayed silent while he tied his boots up.
“You should call in sick.” You said with eyes closed, too tired to pretend you were anything but.
You felt a hand on your head. “I really wish I could, babe. Believe me, I want nothing more than to stay in bed with you and lounge around the pool all day but then I’d get busted.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I gotta go back to the motel before wake up call. Steve insists on riding in with me.”
“What are you going to be doing today?”
There was a pause as he tried to think of a way to tell you as vaguely as possible. “I’m uh, I have to go and…”
You put a hand on his wrist. “Nevermind, babe.”
“I don’t want you knowin’-”
“Shh,” You said lazily. “Don’t need to explain. It’s fine.”
He leaned down and kissed your temple. “I love you, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t go looking too good at the pool and definitely don’t talk to any guys.”
You scrunched your nose. “But they always compliment my...outfit.” You smirked and crawled back up to your pillow. “I promise, baby, no boys.” You plopped down on the white sheeted mattress and settled back in. “Love you.”
“Love you.” And clint was out the door.
He took a cab back to his motel, a dingey spot far from the beach and very clearly on the same side of town as his work. Low income homes with gangs runnin’ the streets. This was the work he didn’t want Y/N to see. She deserved the luxury like what she was getting at that resort on the water. Sure, back home they didn’t live like kings but he tried to spoil her every once in a while. He figured it helped make up for being married to a train wreck like him.
He slipped into his very worn, very small room and groaned. This place was nasty compared to Y/N’s room. He went to the bathroom and washed his face again to try and get the tired to fade.
He made a cup of coffee and frowned at the taste, “Aww, coffee…”
Before he made it to the sink to pour it out a knock came at the door.
Clint looked to the clock. Exactly 6:15. He rolled his eyes and opened the door.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” Steve smirked.
Clint groaned. “Is the coffee better in your room? It’s garbage in here.”
“You should have grabbed a cup at Y/N’s hotel.”
Clint froze. He turned to Steve who was thoroughly enjoying calling Clint out.
“Does Chief know?” Clint asked, there was no use denying it to his partner but the Chief knowing was important.
“Not yet.”
“How long have you known?”
Steve snorted. “Since the second day out here. I came to pick you up and the bed was made. I knew right then.”
Clint hung his head, rookie mistake. He swore under his breath. “Look, don’t tell the Chief. I wasn’t planning on seeing her. I just wanted to keep tabs on her and spoil her a bit. But… come on, it’s Y/N.”
“Your wife is gorgeous.”
Clint looked at him hard.
Steve threw his hands up. “It’s a fact. I’m not implying anything else.”
“You better not be.”
“Come on, man. I would never. She’s my best friend.”
Clint frowned and picked up his backpack from the dining table. “I’m her bestest friend.” He mumbled.
Seve rolled his eyes and opened the door. “You’re an idiot when it comes to her. Let’s get you coffee.”
I haven’t written him in FOREVER but Ama send me a prompt (so blame her) and now I have a two part mini series ready to post. Y’all yet me know if you’re as hyped for this as i am!
(and a special shout out to Ama @itsanerdlife for this gorgeous moodboard!)
