Darcy/Clint 5
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Darcy had been sleeping, like, actually sleeping, until the voice woke her up. It took a second to register what he’d said, and she flopped over onto her back to squint up at a very amused-looking Clint. “Tired,” she signed, exaggerating it into exhausted.
He grinned down at her. “You have a bed.”
“Your room is colder. I don’t know what happened, but it’s like a sauna in my room and I just can’t.” She shook her head. “I tried. I stuck to my sheets. Itsucked.”
“So you walked through the tower naked?” An eyebrow arched as he folded his arms. She knew he wasn’t upset about it, and a small smile lingered on his lips.
“Are you high? Tony has surveillance cameras everywhere.” She shook her head again, reaching for the sheet she must have kicked off while she was sleeping. “No, but I had a shower. And then I was all, ‘Well, I could get dressed…’ Spoilers, I didn’t.”
“You had a shower here?” He stared at her for a second. “You got into bed with wet hair?” She knew how he felt about it, but his bed was just so comfortable.
Darcy nodded. “Come over here, I’ll make it up to you.” She reached up a hand towards him, and he walked forward until she could close her hand over buckle of his belt.