Natasha tossed and turned in her sleep, groaning and moaning as wave after wave of heat washed over her, and kicked the blankets off her. Her clothes were restricting and every inch of her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

She clamped her eyes shut more as her breathing quickened. She arched her back as Eden trailed her fingers across Natasha's neck and down to her collarbone. Her lips connected with Natasha's skin and left a trail of soft kisses down, starting at her cheek and ending at the other side of her collarbone. Natasha moaned softly and dragged her hand up to Eden's thigh and to her stomach, traveling further and further north, Eden's deep chuckle egging her on.

"You okay, baby?" Eden asked when Natasha moaned again. She said nothing, but nodded in response, humming in content when Eden's fingers traveled lower down to the valley between her breasts.

"What're you doing?" Natasha asked, her voice husky with lust. Her hand caught in Eden's hair and the raven haired woman paused her kisses and looked up at her, grazing her fingers across her cheek. She smirked and pressed her lips to Natasha's.

"You're late and I thought this would be a much better wake-up call than a noisy old alarm." Natasha hummed as Eden's knee and thigh moved between Natasha's legs, pushing them apart, and rubbed gently against her warm core. "I take it I had the right idea?" Her voice was full of humor and her eyes were dark and blown wide with lust. She continued moving her knee against Natasha while her hands tangled in her hair and massaged her breast.

Natasha's breathing picked up and her fingers grazed against her back. "I thought you said I was late."

"You have time," Eden's lips connected with neck, sucking hard enough to definitely leave a mark. Eden picked up speed, listening to Natasha's body and what she wanted, and the faster and harder she moved, the closer she was to bursting. "But you better hurry. I didn't turn your alarm off..." she kissed her again. "You're running out of time."

Natasha bucked her hips and arched her back, listening to the raven haired woman, and chased her release. She was close, and it wouldn't take much more until she came in Eden's arms. A few more seconds is all she needed...

Her alarm buzzed loudly, jolting Natasha from her sleep. Her eyes snapped opened and her heart was beating faster than it usually did. The redhead groaned as she sat up, her clothes, hair, and bedsheets sticking to her sweaty limbs, but frozen when she took into account that her pants were pushed to her ankles and her underwear was soaked through. She looked around her small apartment bedroom, looking for any sign of Eden. She didn't realize that a part of her was disappointed to find no trace of her.

Sighing, she got out of bed and jumped in the shower. Most of the time she just stood under the stream, thinking back on her dream. That's what it had to be, right? A dream? There's no way any of that was real. But...why did it feel so real? Why did it feel so good? So...right? She shook her head and finished up, getting ready for another day of training, and left the apartment.

The walk to the tower felt longer today as Natasha couldn't get her mind off the dream. While she knows that Eden was definitely 100% not in her bedroom early this morning, she could've sworn that she was. She had felt each and everything that the little minx did to her; she felt her fingers run over her body and tangle in her hair, she felt the heat of her kisses and the wetness of her tongue contributing to her hickeys, and...she felt her knee rubbing against her bringing her closer and closer to a release she hadn't felt in a long time.

Clint of course noticed that she was distracted. Usually she was able to pin him in less than a minute, maybe two if he had his morning coffee and put up a good fight, but today...today he was able to get the drop on her, trapping her in a basic level one choke hold that he knew for sure she could get out of. When he released her, she sulked over to the bench silently and took a large swig of her bottle. Clint sat beside her and waved Steve away when he stepped towards her, a concerned look on his face.

He didn't speak, he just sat beside her, waiting and giving her the chance to come to him. He knew she would—he knew practically everything about her and how she worked—and when she did, he would be ready for her, like he always did.

She inhaled a deep breath and her shoulders slumped when she released in, the whole time, Clint watched her and her breath, waiting for her to let her in. Her emerald green eyes looked over at him, as if telling him that he already knew what was bugging her, and he countered, raising an eyebrow to say, "try me."

"I uh...had this dream last night."

"What kind of dream?"

Natasha looked around the training room, eyeing Steve and Sam and Rhodey and even Wanda. The only one she was pretty sure could overhear her was Wanda, and while she liked the younger woman, she wasn't close enough to her for her to peeping into her...erotic visions. And the guys...the guys were the absolute last people that she wanted to overhear her. They would tease her or objectify her or ask her questions, and she didn't want to deal with that.

Clint too looked around and picking up what she meant, he took her arm in his hand and led her out of the training room and into the common area that was quiet for once. "So tell me about this dream," he sat down on the couch beside her and brought her a cup of coffee.

"It's...complicated," she took a sip and crinkled her face in disgust with the amount of sugar he put in, "and if I'm honest...kind of sexy."

"Oh! Natasha Romanoff did you have yourself a wet dream?" Clint asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Natasha scoffed and moved to get off the couch, placing her mug on the coffee table in front of her, but Clint's hand shot up and steadied her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please tell me."

"You won't make jokes?"

"I won't, I promise." She sat back down and looked over at him, questioningly. "Please. Tell me."

"She came to me. In my dream. I felt her in my room, in my bed. She...she was touching me and I felt her. The things I felt with her...I've never felt them before. Like ever. I don't know what it means. I don't know if there's something here, if I'm hyper fixating on a brief kiss that probably didn't mean anything, or if...it's some weird subconscious fantasy to make up for a lifetime of not feeling anything. How do I know what this is, Clint?"

He took a sip of his coffee and sucked in a deep breath, processing her words.

"When was the last time—if ever—you have feelings for someone? Like romantic feelings?" Clint hesitated his question, careful not to hurt or even offend Natasha. The redhead—in personality only—was like a small animal in a room full of prey: she was cautious and guarded and when things got too loud or too pokey, she scampered.

"I don't think I've ever felt these feelings, which is why I'm..." she didn't want to admit it, she never had before. Clint sensed her hesitation and placed a callous hand on her knee. "I'm...afraid." Natasha shoved her hands into her hair, grabbing two tight fistfuls, and tugged as she let out a loud, frustrated groan. "What is she doing to me, Clint? She invaded my life and she won't leave! Everything I do or think somehow goes back to her and I want it to fucking stop!"

"Are you sure you want it to stop?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not saying anything. I just...I'm listening to you and you're problems and I think maybe...you have feelings for Eden. Like you said, you can't stop thinking about her, she's invading every part of your being, and she's distracting you. But hey, that's just my diagnosis, dude. If you think otherwise, that's up to you. All I'm doing is laying down an option for you so you don't have to go crazy."

Clint finished off his coffee and sat back on the couch, sighing and running a hand through his hair. He pulled out his phone and started swiping through a set of pictures before stopping and cracking a smile.

Turning his phone over to Nat, he chuckled, "Look at this. Laura found these two stuck like that for two hours. She would've been scared shitless if it wasn't so damn funny." Natasha took his phone from him and gazed at the picture of Clint's two kids, Cooper and Lila, who were helping to take down the Christmas decorations and got all caught and tangled up in the lights and couldn't get out.

"That's hilarious," she said, the corners of her mouth twitching up just a bit to give a passable smile, though her voice didn't match.

"Yeah..." Natasha handed him back his phone and leaned back against the cushions of the couch, sighing and running a hand through her messy hair. Clint looked over at her again and place a hand back on her knee, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Hey." Natasha looked over at him. "I really genuinely hope that things work out for you. I know from personal experience that this a frustrating, annoying, and downright scary experience. But I know you'll get through it. And when you do, I hope that you're happy because well, you deserve it."

Natasha gave him a small smile before she stood up and looked back at Clint. "I gotta go back to training." She turned around and took a few steps before she stopped and spun on her heels, turning back to face Clint. "And thank you...for talking to me. I really needed to get this out to another person. You're a good friend."

Clint smiled and gotup from the couch, walking over to her, and wrapped his arms around her to pullher into a gentle hug. She reciprocated and rested her head against his chest,inhaling his musky and sweaty scent. "Yeah, of course. I'm always here for you,you know that."