in the early light of morning

by NiNA_eN

For a moment, she is disoriented. –Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers.

She wakes to an arm curled around her. For a moment, she is disoriented what happened - where am I and then she is focused where's my poison lipstick - I'll finish the job -

But then she stops.

The air is distinctively clear, calm, clean; all she can smell is the very faint scent of laundry detergent and fresh soap on human skin. Pale sunlight filters through airy curtains to land on cotton sheets that are spotless, dry, pale blue - childish - she notes. It is also wrapped comfortably, securely around her. It's strange - and decidedly domestic. The arm is respectful too - not crushing her to a naked chest or groping her breast - but just loosely draped across her camisole-clothed waist.

Oh. They're both dressed too. The arm in particular is clad in soft off-white material, sleeves pushed to elbow and leading, she guesses, to a button-up shirt. For a moment, she is caught in amusement. Pyjamas? The chest behind her, solid, warm, moves and then there's an exhale, breathe rustling the crimson curls beneath her ear. Clarity hits, finally, a moment later.

"...Mornin'"

The voice is a mumble, a pleasing low tenor, against her shoulder. Blue eyes peer at her, heavily lidded, friendly, familiar. Tousled blonde hair and sleepy-sweet smile, he looks like a child, she thinks absently. Without a word, she simply settles closer, pulling his arm tighter about her. He presses a chaste kiss to her lightly mussed hair in response.

Unbidden, the corner of her lips tilts. It's genuine, unfamiliar.

She'd long forgotten the other uses of a bed until now.

First Avengers fic. I know nothing of this fandom except I love this pairing like burning.