"Where are you going?" Clint mumbled, his arm tightening around Kristens waist. "I'm getting up for the day, like normal people do?" She laughed, squeaking as she was pulled back more against him. "But that doesn't sound like fun at all, staying here does." "Staying here doesn't get anything done." She pointed out. He grumbled, then let out a yelp as she suddenly flipped his arm off her, before rolling out of bed. "Hey, get back here." He grumbled, reaching for her, but she was already out of his reach. "It's time to get up." She laughed, grabbing his hand, thumbs running over his fingers. "I'm not asking for long, just an hour." "I'm what world is an hour, not long?" She chuckled. Instead of an answer, he stuck out his bottom lip, letting out a little whimper. "No." This time he added fake sniffling, in between the whimpers. "You are impossible." "Please don't leave me." Kristen let out a groan, hanging her head before crawling back onto the matress. She was barely on, before his arms were around her, pulling her to lay on him as much as she was on the bed. "Happy, I'm back." "I'm always happy when you're around." He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. "You are such an ass." She huffed, but leaned into his touch. "I am, but you can't tell me you don't love me." Half way through her eyeroll, he pressed thier lips together, turning whatever words she had planned, into a slow breath out her nose. Settling closer to him, she wrapped his arm around the back of his head, kissing him back. "Am I still the big bad hawk for making you come back to bed?" He asked, with a smirk. "Only if you stop kissing me." "Yes, ma'am."
