The agent nuzzled the man, flopping over him and wriggling around, “Eames. Get up.” he whined playfully, “It’s way too early and I know you just got home, but baby I got a surprise for you.”
“Barton, it is too bloody early for your adorableness,” he whined in return, unable to hide the smirk at just how cute Clint was being at the moment. Even though all Eames wanted to do was sleep he was willing to give into the archer; if only because he couldn’t ever tell him no. “A'right, a'right, I’m up, love, I’m up. What is it you’ve brought for me, hmm?”
“What you call vacation I call holiday,” he said, chuckling in return. Eames was still shocked that Clint had offered...
ahawkeyesview reblogged this from forgerextraordinaire and added: The archer chuckled and nodded, “Yeah sure. Holiday. If that’s what we’re calling it. I was just thinking of it as a...