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what to do:
☆ post a comment with your character's name and fandom or preferences, if you have them.
★ use the magic RNG 1-12 to pick the cuddly scenario. or not.
☆ then cuddle it out!

cuddle choices:
① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.
⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
⑪ Ménage à trois Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
⑫ Player's choice Pick one or make up your own!

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Natasha realizes he's still inside her, but she's content in that notion, content to sit there and shiver from the comedown in his arms, even so she shifts hips enough to remove him, arms wrapped around his neck like the whole slow motion took up too much energy. She wasn't tire,d just sated.

The whole kiss should have been too much, like the first night when she'd spent the whole moment connected to him by everything, just like now, and she wondered how this happened again. It was disbelief mainly that kept her falling make into the old pattern of thought.

When she'd imagined them crossing the line, it was heated and fast after missions when they just needed to take out that pent up stress and aggression on each other, after sparring when punching the bags didn't quite cut it. Not wrapped around each other and silently speaking through kisses and lingered gazes.

"How did we get like this?" She can't help but ask, to see if he knows the answer she's looking for because her mind is reeling and this is too new for her. Natasha still can't grasp the concept of someone caring about her enough to be joined together in so many different ways, not just through sex but by this new constant need to touch him and be touched.

When their lips finally parted Clint didn’t know what to think. He felt completely content, completely whole, as if there had been something missing from his life that he hadn’t even realised was missing, and now that he had it he wasn’t sure how he could have ever lived without it.

Resting his forehead against her, he wasn’t sure how to answer her question, wasn’t sure he knew exactly what she was asking, though he had an idea. This wasn’t how he had pictured it either; in his mind there had always been more torn clothing, the sex rough and hard, but so far they hadn’t even come close to that. It was far more intimate than he had ever dreamed.

“Well, there was this truth serum...” he started with a grin, going for the joke for lack of a real answer.

The truth serum, the daunting infliction that started them rolling down this hill. Compromised by not only him a long time ago, but compromised by something none of her sense managed to pick up on until it was too late.

She'd hated the infliction, she certainly didn't hate what followed, or more like she couldn't hate it.

Her leg's cramping and she feels it ll the way to her hip. She has to move and stretch, clean up, find her clothes and pull them back on but the contact is too easy and she still doesn't want to move even though she is, shuffling down until she can roll off of him in a fluid motion, until her head is nearer the pillow and she can stretch her legs out along the length of her bed.

"I guess, although it was only a matter of time before I caved anyway." Natasha tries to be honest around him even without the serum infliction. Unless it's something she can't answer or won't answer. Her hands run through her hair softly, she's sticky in places she doesn't want to think about yet her bathroom is too far away and Clint is right here and it's just easier to lay and ignore it. That's just another part of the intimacy of the situation, the fact they're not even using anything. She knows he's clean and thanks to the Red Rooms she can't get pregnant, so neither of those things matter.

What haunts her is the intimacy, everything about it haunts her and she needs a reality check, needs something harder and rougher to get her mind away from dangerous thoughts.

Despite his worries about saying too much about his feelings and scaring her off, Clint was mostly oblivious to Natasha’s own inner turmoil. He was content, he was happy and he didn’t see anything wrong with the direction this was taking. In fact, it felt pretty right to him.

He watched her lazily as she rolled away, stretching her body out beside him enticingly, though everything she did right now was enticing, especially considering she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. For his own part his pants still covered his legs, sitting awkwardly below his hips. Well, awkward now that she had rolled away. It was tempting to just shuck them completely, but the smoother move, the one he went with, was to slide down the bed, which helped to bring his pants back up into place, before rolling over onto his side to face her.

“I don’t think I would have caved,” he said a bit thoughtfully. “I was too afraid you’d try to kill me if I made a move.” He lazily draped one arm across her stomach, his other hand tucking under the pillow he now rested his head on.

Natasha smiled softly, watching him with an impassive gaze. "Then it would have been me. So much for my endless self control." She was laughing but it was true, she did have endless self control, just not around Clint. It had always bubbled under the surface, it was never just fleeting moments. There was always that 'what if' factor that presented itself so much. Endless situations that passed of as fantasies when she was tucked up in bed alone for a change.

"I wouldn't have killed you, not unless you were being ninja about it. In which case She might have tried" It was said in good faith, even if the words were true. Natalia wouldn't have hesitated and a sudden shock might just have brought her out enough. Natasha had a handle on it, she wasn't so much as a loose canon, not anymore.

She loosely rested a hand over his arm, fingers tracing the veins that stood prominent on his skin. Comfortable even with the knowledge that he'd slipped back into his pants easily. Her clothes were bundled under her in the neat pile she'd left them in and Natasha was clearly in no hurry to shuck herself back into them.

"The wait fueled some memorable nights anyhow."

Clint chuckled at her reply. He knew how boundless her self control seemed to be, but everyone had their breaking point. Despite what he had said, under the right circumstances it was entirely possible he would have given in and made a move eventually; it was always a tempting risk.

The talk of Natalia always put him on edge. He knew Natasha had it under control, but he had witnessed several relapses over the years and he knew how hard it always was on her. He wished he could put himself in her shoes so he could better understand it, but he couldn’t even imagine what it must be like for her every day living with that lingering doubt in the back of her mind.

“I don’t think I could ‘ninja’ you if I tried,” he said, not wanting to dwell on the subject even though he did appreciate her honesty and candidness.

Dropping his eyes to her hand, Clint watched as her fingers brushed gently over his skin raising goosebumps before they settle down again.

“Is that so?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a leering grin. “Just how memorable?” 

Natasha smiled, following his eyes to watch her own movements across his skin. Her eyebrow automatically arced, smile growing wider as she laughed under her breath.

"So memorable telling you would spoil everything. Let's just say I had a lot of fun." She managed to turn her own humor into innocence, eyes growing wide, teeth biting into her lip. Sure he had been the fuel for many moments over the years where she found herself having to, well, de-stress. Not to mention when she was seducing marks. Not that she'd tell him the later for fear his ego would literally explode.

Fingers of her free hand found the mark on her chest, trailing a finger around the darkening skin. "This is a fine piece of modern art, I congratulate you" She mused, taking a moments pause to stare down. Not dark enough to show under make-up if she needed to cover it and low enough that nobody would notice.

“Oh, I can imagine,” he replied, his expression the complete opposite of her wide-eyed, innocent one. A moment later he put on a dreamy expression and closed his eyes. “In fact, I’m imagining it right now.”

He had meant it as a joke, but now that he thought about it... the very idea of her touching herself, getting herself off while thinking about him... oh yeah, that was definitely something he could work with on those long nights they were separated. If it was for any length of time he might even suggest setting up a video chat.

Lifting his head, Clint opened his eyes to fing her fingering the mark he had left on her, at the top of one of those perfect breasts. “Why thank you,” he said with a grin. “I figured I owed you one.”

He wanted to reach out and touch it but with one arm around her and the other beneath him it didn’t so much work. Instead he propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over her to place the barest kiss on it instead. She was just so warm and inviting that instead of returning to his previous position afterwards he pillowed his head on her chest instead.

Natasha laughed, a free one, not having time to put on anything fake simply because it was hard for her to be fake around him. He brought out the best in her, pushed that light in until it filled her and touched her eyes. There was really nothing she could say in return, she wasn't embarrassed by admitting it and she certainly wasn't embarrassed that she'd enjoyed every damn minute.

"Yeah I'll take one for the team" She nodded, okay so he hadn't sunk teeth into her and broke her skin, if he had she'd have certainly back handed him. Natasha didn't get marked, not like that, she came back with bruises from rougher marks who didn't want to foreplay, not marks like this in places that meant more. Something she should have picked up on, over her heart but the sentiment was lost on a woman who didn't know what it meant when her pulse sped up and her heart literally skipped a beat.

Natasha sank teeth into her bottom lip as his own lips brushed over her skin, finally letting out a content sigh, fingers reached up to card through his hair as he rested against her. "Didn't realize I was playing the big spoon."

God, he loved her laugh. It was a rarity, this free, genuine laugh that he liked to think she saved only for him. She hid so much of herself away on a daily basis behind carefully constructed masks. She played a role, and even when she was off duty her words were still often calculated, well thought out before she dared speak them. A full smile, one that showed those perfect white teeth, was rare enough, but a laugh... he couldn’t help the goofy grin it caused.

“Always so self sacrificing,” he said. He knew he was lucky she wasn’t retaliating for the mark, even if it had been his own retaliation for the bite she had left on him. Tit for tat didn’t always fly in Natasha’s book.

His eyes drifting closed when he felt her fingers brushing through his hair, Clint let out a contented noise, his arm tightening just slightly around her. “We can always switch if you want,” he replied, chuckling at her words. “Though I gotta admit, I get a good view this way.”

It wasn't as if she saved them for him, he just made it possible for her to laugh and be herself instead of something fractured and damaged. Then again if it caused him to smirk in that way then she'd probably be open to laughing a hell of a lot more.

"What can I say, I'm an understanding person" Lie. Big lie. Natasha only usually had one understanding and that was pain shortly followed by death.

Sliding her hand down the nape of his neck and back up again, being this close, intimacy, it was terrifying. How had she let this happen? Did she even understand what she was getting herself into?

Clint was too good to put up with her, she was too damaged for him. He deserved someone who could give him everything, who didn't have to let their partner watch them seduce and lie, spill blood and take lives.

Then again, she couldn't let him go. She needed him to keep her grounded otherwise she'd crumble. "No. Don't want to move."

She did cuff him softly over the head at his last statement.

Clint chuckled, though really, it wasn’t completely untrue, no matter what she thought. She could be very understanding, at least when it came to him, something he had discovered yesterday after putting his foot in his mouth over the whole Steve thing. A lot of women would have been horribly offended and would have kicked him out of bed but she had stayed to talk it out, to reassure him, and to make sure they both understood where they were on that front.

He had slept for sixteen straight hours, but the way her hand was moving through his hair and down his neck, then back up again, was so relaxing it was almost enough to put him right out. God, it felt good.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere,” he said, lazily opening his eyes again. “If you can reach the remote, we can always give your movie another go. I promise I won’t ruin it this time by being an idiot... well, at least not enough to make you call it off completely again.”

The Steve thing was very unfounded, although she had questioned herself several times while watching him train. She may have had a history akin to her namesake but she was still a woman, well, that's what she told herself anyway during lingered glances.

However it would always have been Clint she'd have wanted to share this part of herself with, because Clint understood her, he'd always been there no matter how hard the times had been.

She laughed softly, stretched out an arm lazily along the rumpled bed clothes to locate the remote. It was just out of reach, which meant softly pushing his warm weight off her, which also meant she became cold and shivery, resulting in not only grabbing the remote and placing it between them but also reaching for the shirt she'd folded and slipping it back on.

"You're always an idiot, but a lovable one. It's endearing, charming and slightly adorable. But I will never admit that again."

Clint groaned in protest when Natasha gently pushed him off of her. Flopping onto his back, he did his best to look as pathetic as he could at the slight. Really, it didn’t take much; he was already missing her warmth, how her body could somehow be both soft and hard, and the steady beat of her heart beneath his ear.

He also missed the sight of her perfect body the second she covered it up.

“Gosh, you’re making me blush,” he teased, though the word really did strike him deeper than the were probably meant to. Just hearing that she could still find him endearing in spite of all his faults was never a bad thing. “And I’ll never tell either. I don’t need the other guys calling me ‘adorable’.” Which Tony certainly would to tease him if he ever caught wind of it. “Charming, though... that might not be so bad.”

He did look slightly pathetic which made her smile grow even though it should have been the opposite. She should have berated him, should have taken a moment to seriously consider the new stage in their relationship but why fight it when it seemed to make them both happy.

It was easy to find him endearing, her faults were a lot greater than his, how he could even stand to be in her company was the question when her company usually meant death and destruction. She bundled the blankets up, returning to his body easily. Her eyes rolled, pressing herself firmly against him. "Oh yeah you're a real charmer, I've watched you with the other agents, charming your way into their hearts, they swoon and gush all over you."

Jealousy? No. Maybe just a bit.

Clint grinned when she curled up against him again, dragging the blankets with her. Reaching up behind his head, he lifted it enough to pull the pillow into place before settling in again, his arm moving around her to hold her close.

“Hey, can I help it if I’m a friendly guy?” he protested half-heartedly. Was the jealousy he heard in her tone? Nah, probably just hearing things, but it was a nice thought. “Besides, agents of SHIELD are hardly ones to swoon.”

Not that they didn’t, not that he hadn’t seen it happen or even caused it, but he wasn’t about to let her win that one. “What are you doing anyway, spying on me?”

"Those agents of Shield are always swooning over you, and no I'm not spying on you." Natasha smirked, turning the television on and settling against him, wrapping a leg over his, smothering her face into his neck. "Just because I pretend to ignore the world doesn't mean I actually do."

Oh she'd heard things on the grapevine, heard them talking about him in the hallways, or the break rooms, or the medical unit. Most of the time it was hilarious and Natasha had had to remind herself not to burst out in laughter because honestly. Other times she'd lapsed in judgement and flinched. After all, he was her partner right? Yeah, that was the excuse she'd use.

"It's pretty damn childish, I mean I get what they say but really.."

Clint chuckled, his body relaxing completely as Natasha draped herself partially over him. It had become so comfortable, so fast, and he didn’t even give it a thought. Not that they hadn’t found themselves curled up together in the past before embarking on this relationship, but there were usually more clothes involved then and it wasn’t just to hang out and watch movies. Sometimes they needed the body heat when stationed somewhere cold, or the support when one of them was injured, and other times they just needed the comfort. This was different, but a good different.

“Childish?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow and looking down at the top of her head. Now his curiosity was piqued. “And just what do they say?” He had to ask. She couldn’t just throw something like that out there and expect him to just let it go.

In her mind it was always comfortable and easy to be close to him. They both had ledgers so full of red it blurred the lines. Clint's was cleaner than hers by a long shot, but his time spent playing the puppet, no matter whether he was infected with somebody else or not, had ensured he'd be categorized just like her, volatile and a loose canon which was a shame because he was neither and thankfully he kept her grounded enough to start mopping up her own dripping files.

"So you are just oblivious rather then pretending to be?" She glanced up, smirk tugging her lips. "He's got such big arms, have you seen his abs, those pants fit him like a glove" She made a face halfway between disgust and pity, childish, so childish in her eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder if those fan sites you have weren't just created by a bored agent with the hots for you. Would explain a lot of the stuff on there."

Clint gave Natasha an innocent look when she assumed he was oblivious. That wasn’t entirely true, though he certainly didn’t know all the details of what was said about him, though he knew there were some good comments. Mostly he just wanted to know what she thought was childish.

Laughing at her words as well as her expression, he threw his head back into the pillow. It was an honest laugh, a free and genuine one, and it certainly felt good.

“Careful, Widow, I’m gonna start thinking you’re jealous, he teased. “And just what would it explain?” He still couldn’t get over the idea that not only were there multiple fan sites for him, but that Natasha seemed to have spent a considerable amount of time on them.

"I told you earlier Clint, I get jealous. I'm territorial, it's in my nature." She just didn't want to admit anything like always, so she used her namesake as a way out. It was partially true, she did get jealous easily although years of experience meant she could bypass showing it through her body language.

His laughter had made her smile, it was good to see him find hilarity in her words. After everything the pair went through together and solo it was good to have downtime where nothing really had to be that serious, where they didn't need to play a role.

"There's a couple of pictures floating around that look like they were taken in the medical wing, so at least one of these darling agents must be a Hawkeye fanatic.. we really need to start smearing these people more."

Clint rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her words. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Does that mean you consider me your territory now?” Maybe not just now but for a long time before this. Clearly she was very up on what other women though about him around headquarters.

“The medical wing?” he repeated. “Don’t tell me I’m naked in these.”

Bringing one hand up he traced idle patterns on her arm. “Smearing them? And just what did you have in mind? ‘cause you could always just fight back with your own pictures. Maybe I’d even pose for you.”

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