When I woke, the apartment was cold, and I could feel goosebumps all along my skin, except for where Clint's arm was draped along me. His fingers still gently traced my back while he slept, and because my wings had retracted when I'd fallen asleep during the night, his fingertips were just brushing my skin. I wriggled a little on the couch, moving closer to him, and buried my nose in the collar of his long sleeved t-shirt. He mumbled something in his sleep, and drowsily rubbed his chin against the top of my head.

"Mmmphhhmmmm Bailey..."He murmured, and I tilted my chin up to look at him. His eyes were still closed, and his mouth was just open a little bit. he stretched lazily, his right arm unconsciously tightening around me.

"Clint," I giggled, "you should probably get up."

"Ten more minutes, Mom." he mumbled, sliding his left hand underneath me and pulling me even closer, so that my face was once again buried in the warm hollow of his neck. I smiled, hooking my fingers into the cotton of his top.

"Cliiiiiiiint." I teased.

"Mmmh..." He dragged his fingers up and down my back, sending shivers down my spine, "Your skin is cold."

"This apartment's freezing because someone hasn't turned the heating on yet."

"You're cold?" He mumbled, and I nodded. He gave a huge, over-dramatic huff, and slowly began tilting his body, so he was rolling over me.

"Clint, you're squashing me."

He continued to roll until we'd switched places, and I was sandwiched between his chest and the couch behind me. He moved a little closer to me, and wriggled his way down the couch a little, so that his face was level with mine. His eyes crinkled up at the corners when he looked at me, and his lips curled up into a grin.

"What?"

"You look adorable when you're tired."

"Ugh, shut up."

"What? All I'm saying is that you're -"
"And all I'm saying is shut up." I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his. "S'too early."

He shrugged. "That is true. Mmmhhh... Does this mean I get to have that ten more minutes?"

"Yes Clint." I murmured drowsily. "You get that ten more minutes."

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When I woke up again, I was curled up alone on the sofa, with a blanket draped over me. I could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. "Clint?"

"You want pancakes?" He stuck his head out of the doorway to look at me. "You... Eat right?"

"Yeah," I hauled myself off the couch, and wandered into the kitchen, where he was stood with a large mixing bowl, Cracking an egg. I walked up to stand next to him, ad he shot me a grin.

"Hungry then?"

I nodded, and watched him as he began to measure out and add the other ingredients. Then I spoke up.

"Clint?"

"Mmh?"

"What are we going to do about this?"

"About what?"

"Us."

He stood in silence for a couple of seconds before turning to face me. "Let me guess. Angels and Humans aren't supposed to... Y'know..."

"No, they're not."

His face fell for a couple of seconds, but then brightened again. "Yeah... But you're not a pure Angel, are you?"

I grinned at him in spite of myself. "No Clint, I'm not."

"So what's there to talk about?"

"Well, for one thing..." I tilted my head, "You hated me when I first joined. For another thing, what is this? This thing that we're doing?"

He tactfully decided to ignore the first statement, and instead answered the second straight away. "This is..."

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

"This is you." One of his arms went to my waist. "And me." The other hand linked behind my back, and he pulled me a little closer, so that I was almost against his chest. "That simple."

I didn't get another word into the conversation, because he ducked his head again, and began kissing me.

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