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Clint’s talking made the younger giggle. “That sounds mighty delicious to me though.” He replied. And he couldn’t want more than to make his lover sticky and messy if not for the fact that Clint was exhausted as obvious as daylight. Massaging with care and the expertise of a medic, Lise gradually worked out the knots built from whatever tension his lover had to endure the past few months. It took time not to go overboard and hurt Clint unnecessarily but the fox found a patience supplied by his relief of having his lover back by his side again.

Lise almost missed the whisper, but he smiled when he heard it. Meeting Clint’s eyes and watching them close, the younger worked over his entire body as much as he could, wiping him down completely with worshipping hands. By the time he was done, he decided not to go back to the bed, instead climbing into the couch with and embracing his beloved tight. “Let’s nap like this?”

As Lise spoke of Clint covered in syrup, the archer found his cheeks flushing a bit as he chuckled. It hadn’t occurred to him that it may come off sexual. Or even if the fox was speaking literally and actually found the idea of Clint’s flesh covered in syrup appetizing, hell, he took it as a compliment. “I missed you, Foxy...” The rub down was perfection. With one arm laying limply over the couch, the rest of his body useless and relaxed, Barton all but fell asleep, his mind still active from the last few months of constantly being woken up or on edge. He was home. He was safe. But his mind had yet to block that out. Lise was familiar with war, with dirty tactics. Perhaps he would see it and understand it wasn’t the fox that kept him up like this.. Lise did everything right. He could do no wrong in Clint’s eyes.

“You can take a nap... I- I’m not sleepy..” A horrible lie, one that the fox would undoubtedly see through quickly. “Just.. still, in my mind, y’know-” Taps his temple with a tired and sad smile, turning over so he can wrap his arm around his lover, pulling him close to lay upon his chest.

“Lise.. . .your magic and stuff.. I know you can preform illusions, change your shape and all that, but.. with the illusions stuff- you can’t get inside people’s heads or anything, can you?” The question was not out of fear, but curiosity. Something random as he thought over his experiences and wanting to tell him but not tell him and to talk but not talk..

#tech013 #[ ran long sorry ! ]

"Clint! Clint! Happy birthday!" The little fox had went out for a bit that morning, to go fetch the birthday cake he ordered even before he knew Clint was coming home. So that morning, after prepping the pancakes and other breakfast yummies, he stuck the lighted candles in and headed back into the bedroom with the cake in his hands - well aware that his lover had heard him mucking about in the kitchen and was more or less awake and probably wondering what he was up to.

Clint had slept soundly that night, not budging an inch save for when Lise woke. When the fox had moved, very briefly Agent Barton had rolled over to grab for a pillow, something to cuddle with and substitute for his soft lover. But as the morning grew on and the sun began to shine upon the bed, he began to stir, waking fully when he smelled the sweets and looked up to see Lise standing there with everything together, he smiled widely, putting in and adjusting his hearing aid as he spoke.“You did all this? How’d you even remember it’s my birthday?” He smiled.