Notes:

Back by popular demand, and the fact that once I reread the story, I kinda wanted to continue it.

Demons

Chapter 9

Darcy missed Natasha. She isn't know when or how, but she'd gotten inexplicably attached to the cold Russian assassin. But she was really wishing the woman would be back soon. Clint dropped down onto the couch, a beer in one hand and the remote that Darcy'd given up looking for, in the other. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and took a long pull off the beer.

"You got one of those for me?" she asked as he flipped on the television and started channel surfing.

"Cant'," Clint took another pull from the bottle. "You're in training." Darcy just raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to get you drunk and take advantage of you before our first date."

Darcy snorted. "Dude," she looked at him with her best Natasha blank look. "That ship sailed."

"I was on Ambien," he mumbled into his beer. "And I didn't take advantage, we cuddled and fell asleep, and I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"You humped my leg," she told him with a straight face.

"I did not," Clint polished off his beer.

"No, you didn't," she laughed. "But that look on your face is priceless."

"Now I'm really not giving you one," he popped the top off a second bottle and took a long drink.

"Natasha would," Darcy called over the back of the couch.

"No she wouldn't," Clint snatched the remote from her questing fingers and dropped back onto the couch.

"You're right, we'd do shots of ice cold Russian vodka." She smiled, a little evil glint in her eyes. "She also wouldn't worry about taking advantage."

"No," Clint looked her up and down for a moment. "Fine, beers on the counter."

"Why Agent Barton," Darcy drawled, jumping off the couch. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Yes," he said, sounding a little exasperated. "Get me another while you're up."

"Okay," she popped the caps off of two more bottles and walked back to the couch. "You trying to get wasted, or just determined to finish the six pack before I get a second."

"Just a long day, babe," Clint told her, taking the beer and dropping his arm over her shoulder.

"You wanna talk about it?" she tucked herself into his side, her feet up under her, beer bottle between her fingers. Miller, of course Clint would drink Miller.

"All talked out," he let his bottle dangle from the hand over her shoulder and let himself relax into her. "How's Jane?"

"Freaking out," Darcy took a sip from her beer. "I mean, she's seen Thor twice and now she's knocked up with an intergalactic super baby."

"We'll get Thor back," Clint reasoned, she just grunted. "She'll be fine, babe."

"I know," she smiled up at him. "It just sucks, I mean she pined for the Big Guy forever, finally got him back, only to lose him again, and now she's all alone." She huffed. "That ended up being much more of a downer then I was expecting."

"You're worried about your friend," he told herm dropping the remote, no matter how many channels the Tower had, nothing good was ever one. "I worry about Tash all the time."

"You're a good friend," Darcy told him.

"Course she's not carrying an intergalactic super baby," Clint took a slow pull on his beer, staring at the commercial about some dog food, that he wouldn't buy any dog, no matter how hungry they were, that shit looked nasty.

"That's pretty impossible," she twirled the bottle between her fingers, almost missing Clint's shocked look. "What, we talk."

"Darcy, it wasn't until more than a year after we stopped sleeping together that Natasha actually told me why we didn't have to worry about birth control," he told her, putting his beer down on the coffee table and looking at the girl. "How on earth did you get her to tell you?"

"We talk on our runs," she said, shrugging. "You know, girl talk."

"Tash doesn't do girl talk," Clint looked at her, turning his head to the side, like she was some kind of puzzle he hadn't quite gotten yet.

"Has she ever had someone to do girl talk with?" Darcy watched as Clint really thought about the question. "She's been surrounded by men since she came to SHIELD, and Hill isn't any girlier then most of the guys."

"Okay, point," he slouched back on the couch. "While we're on the subject."

"I'm clean," Darcy told him, trying not to roll her eyes. "But you know that, because all my medical records are in my file. I've been on the pill since I was fifteen, I've had six previous partners, two of which were women, none since I took the internship with Jane."

"Wow," he looked at her for a moment then dropped his arm back around her. "Well, I've had eight partners of any significance. All of whom were women, was married once, we were young, didn't last long. I'm clean, and I haven't had a partner in about a year." His eyes flicked up to hers as she pealed the label off her bottle. "Really, two women?"

"Don't get any ideas, cowboy," Darcy stuffed the pealed label into one of Clint's empties. "Don't think I didn't catch the 'of any significance,' either."

"Does that bother you?" he asked.

"No," she curled back up into his side and took a pull at her beer, Clint seemed to have abandoned his on the coffee table, as he got comfortable again. "Past is past."

"Alright then, awkward sex talk finished?"

"For now," Darcy polished off her beer and reaching over to place it on the table. "I'm feeling some Chinese tonight, a little moo shu, maybe some general tso."

"I'll grab the menus and the last two beers," Clint laid a kiss against her hair.

"I'll cue up the Netflix," Darcy flicked through her account and watched Clint in the kitchen. "You know I'm still expecting a nice romantic evening at that Italian place you mentioned."

"Yep, Friday," Clint popped the tops off the last two bottles and tucked the take out menus under his arm. "But tonight is a night at home with my very attractive roommate, and maybe a little inappropriate touching."

"Well, a month of you and Tasha kicking my ass has definitely improved some things," she said, accepting the beer and taking a long pull.

"Don't know, Darce," he flopped down next to her and went for the remote, a quick wrap on the back of his hand deterred him nicely. "You've been a little distracting since day one."

"Right," Darcy settled on a random movie. "I'm aware of the fact that you wanted to be anywhere but training me."

"True, not gonna lie, sweetheart," Clint tipped back his beer. "Doesn't mean I wasn't appreciating the scenery while being all kinds of pissed off at being pulled from active." He threw his arm around her and settled in, looking at their Chinese menu.

"And now?" she slid the remote onto the couch by her feet and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Hasn't sucked," Clint smiled down at her eye roll. "Don't tell Tash, but she was right, Fury wouldn't have fast tracked you if there wasn't something there."

"Was that almost a compliment?" Darcy accepted a gentle kiss against her upturned lips. "More please," she smiled and batted her eyes. Clint slid his unoccupied hand into her hair and put more effort into the kiss, his lips warm and wet against hers, pulling her bottom lip between his, sucking gently.

"If we keep this up," he breathed against her lips. "We aren't going to bake it to our first date."

"The terms of dating are a little different these days," Darcy said, turning into him to get a better angle. "Sometimes it's okay to not wait until the first date for a kiss."

"Really," Clint pulled her all the way into his lap. "I think I can be good with that." He pulled her into him, capturing her lips with his. Darcy ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, her hands scratching along the back of his neck as he deepened their kiss.

"I still want Chinese," Darcy told him as he trailed open mouth kisses along her jaw.

"I'll get you your moo shu in a bit, babe," he said into the side of her neck, before biting down gently at her pulse point. Darcy ground her hips down into his lap, pulling a long groan from both of them.

"Take your time," she moaned as his hands gripped her hips, holding her tightly against him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Notes:

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