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I giggle, satisfied, and lean forward to clean the tea from his chest.
- Sorry I made you spill your precious tea. -
I apologize without much guilt in my voice, smirking at him satisfied. He doesn’t seem completely against the idea… may be interesting.
- And no, I can’t, it’s not in my DNA I fear… -
I unfasten a few more button, pulling the shirt open, but it’s wet anyway so there’s no use in it.
- I can’t call off the wedding anymore, can I? - I pretend to think about it. - You know what, you could help me clean. You can’t go to the gym right after eating, and I need some help with the mess in our room.
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- Yeah, I should definitely! -
I’ve learned from my mistakes, so I wait for the tea to cool off, waving my hand over it as it can help somehow. A stupid joke is stuck in my head and I shouldn’t really tell it, but I just can’t resist… I can’t. I have to.
-And I bet you can provide me some protein full frosting for it… -
You’re getting classier and classier Barton.
I choke on my tea, almost spitting it out. I slowly put down my cup and stare at Clint crossly for about three seconds, then I chuckle and shake my head.
- I was wondering where did the jokes go… - I reach out over the table to ruffle his hair. - You can’t stay decent, can you?
I don’t mind, not really. But I’m never prepared, and I would appreciate it if he waited for me to put down my tea too.
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- Nha, I’m kind of digging this teas trend, you can make me one. Pick it yourself.-
When he gets up to reach the box with all the teas Tony have, I stretch a bit, and finish a little calmer my food.
- And didn’t I just ask ya what to make? of course I want to do it, fuzzy idiot. -
I shake my head, muttering “of course you want to” and choose a blueberry and cream one. I go back to the table, collecting Clint’s dish and putting it into the sink, sitting down to finish my food while the tea brews.
- I thought the food itself wasn’t essential in this. - I’m furrowing my brow. I’m running the possibilities through my head - starting with the food burning to Clint burning his hand, forgetting the stove is on… - You can make these magical pancakes no man should hate. - I shrug.
I should wait some more but I get up, placing my plate into the sink with Clint’s and pour us the tea, adding lots of sugar to Clint’s.
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cb-jadejaws replied to your post: What was the cutest thing Bruce did for you/ you did for him?
I’m not cute. I’m a grumpy old man. Stop telling people nonsence. And there’s nothing cute in bringing you breakfast to bed.
there is a lot cute in brining me breakfast to bed! and in everything you do! you may not notice, but it’s cute, so shut up.
You’re telling me to shut up? Really?
yeah of course I am!
you can’t always retort every compliment or nice thing I say ‘bout ya!
Yeah… I think I can. And only the stupid things. I’m becoming better at ignoring the compliments, you should be happy.
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- Mmmmh, I can do it this evening, maybe…-
I sit properly on a chair, and admire the feast in front of me, feeling my mouth getting wet. I wait for him to get comfortable himself, then I attack the food. I stuff my mouth quickly, then realize I can’t gulp it all without aid of juice or water, so I slow down, munching what I’ve bitten. I manage to swallow it all, then I continue with a more pacific pace.
- What would you like me to cook you? -
- I thought it would be harder. - a crooked smile touches my lips as I watch him eat. He can’t really be that hungry, can he? I pick at my food, smiling to myself. - I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want to you can say so.
The water is boiling so I get up to make some tea. - If you want coffee you should say so now. I just want to try every tea Tony ownes.
I will give you all the hugs~
Yes, I’m expecting you will.
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He kisses me sweetly, his beard pleasantly tickling me, but then he leaves my arms to go fetch food. I watch him cook, unable to glance over his shoulder to see what, and so my eyes travel down to his ass… he is surely training, and I don’t mind at all…
- Your booty is getting of a really nice shape~ -
I mock him, even though I’m sincere. I cross my legs, still sitting on the table, waiting for him to finish.
- And I kind of like the beard this long… it suits you. Gives off this troubled genius feeling… -
Ok, no, I’m not used to this. Or he’s mocking me. I can’t tell. I look at him with confusion, still smiling a bit and get back to cooking. I’ve made an omelette with onions, tomatoes and cheese. I’m roasting some bacon for Clint and waiting for the bread to get crispy in the toaster. I’ve taken out some tomatoes but I’m not making a salad and just washed them and cut in halves.
- So how many meals do I have to make before I get to see you in an apron? - I put the kettle on and start serving the table, slapping Clint’s thigh so he’d get off.
Anonymous asked: Sometimes I think all you need is a hug Mr. Grumpy :3
Hugging does increase the level of oxytocin and decreases the risk of heart disease.
It won’t help against gamma radiation but thank you for the thought.
Anonymous asked: I'm confused... are you married yet?
Not yet. Clint just proposed and we haven’t even really thought through anything about the wedding.
