Cuddling was one of your favourite pastimes, just laying in bed with your husband, Clint, pretending that you weren't superheroes, and that the world wasn't such a shitshow that superheroes were necessary. You tried your best to make time to just relax together as much as you could, and tonight was one of those perfect moments that the only worries you held were that of each other.

The two of you were in bed, you with your head on the chest of your husband whilst you read one of the many books you had stockpiled and failed to actually use for their purpose of reading. Clint made the most of the comfy bed and held you close to him, starting to read your book with you but ended up getting distracted by his gentle finger movements through your hair.

It was a nice, gentle, loving gesture as he ran his fingers through your hair, but it did make it harder and harder to focus on the book that you were attempting to read as it made you get drowsy. You tried to keep your focus, but your eyelids were becoming heavy and you wanted to go to sleep even though you were in the middle of a chapter.

"Stop it," you whined.

"Huh?" He muttered as he was brought back to the fact that you were both there not falling asleep.

"You're making me drift off," you berated. "I need to get to the end of this chapter before I go to sleep, or I'll forget where I am."

A laugh rumbled through Clint's chest as he continued to stroke your hair which certainly didn't help matters.

"Clint," you whined.

He pulled you close and pressed his lips to your cheek, ignoring the fact that you were still struggling to keep focus on the book that you were trying to read. You attempted to keep focus, but you were quickly lost to the close contact of your husband and decided it was for the best to ignore your reading and try again tomorrow.

You discarded your book onto your nightstand and snuggled back up closer with your husband and allowed him to continue stroking your hair. It didn't take long to let the gentle drumming of his heartbeat and movements of his fingers to force you to fall into a blissful slumber, still wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved.

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Written by Charlotte.