Clint watched, eyes glued to James as the brunet pressed his hand to Clint's face and leaned forward to suck on the other's bottom lip. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"You're just saying that because I had sex with you," The blond laughed softly, running his nimble fingers through James' dark hair.

"No," James snapped playfully, holding onto the sides of Clint's neck. "No. God, that always makes you so, sooo hot, but you yourself are stunning pure perfection- and I love you for it."

Clint flushed a bright red and hid his face against James' shoulder, mumbling into the smooth, tan skin. His fingers found themselves twisting the black band on James' left hand, gently tugging at it to catch a glimpse at the engraving on the inner edge. In retaliation, James pulled up Clint's left hand and kissed his own silver band.

"I love you too."

"Mmm." Bucky's acknowledgement let the room fall into comfortable silence. The pair's breathing evened out and soon, Clint was falling asleep with his head against the other's shoulder.

The blanket fell cold against James' stomach the next morning and he groaned, stretching and glancing at the man sitting at the end of the bed. He crawled forward and laid down, wrapping his arms around Clint's waist with his forehead on the small of his back.

"Hi." His voice was thick and tired.

"Hi," Clint whispered. "You should go back to sleep."

"Mm, not if you're awake."

"But you don't have work today."

"You do," James noted lethargically, thumb dragging off words into the soft skin above Clint's hip. "I'll make you breakfast."

"Bucky, go back to sleep," Clint needled, leaning back against the brunet. His appeal was ignored however, as James rolled over the edge of the bed with one hand outstretched and looking for his underwear. "Buck."

"I'm just making you breakfast, I'll lay back down later." He stood and pressed a kiss to Clint's head. "Go take your shower, mmh?"

"There's no convincing you is there?"

James gave him a wry smirk and padded into the hall way. "I'll toss a towel in the dryer for you."

Clint sighed but his mouth slid into the easy smile his husband usually brought about. He showered quickly, grateful for the warm towel to wrap up in when he stepped out. He shoved into a pair slacks and a nice purple short-sleeved button up with the damp towel draped over his head. He traced his usual path into the kitchen, the sound of sizzling oil igniting a small pang in his stomach.

James stood over the stove, scandalously clad in nothing but some briefs and an apron that Clint knew had the words printed "kiss the crook" on the front. He sidled up beside him and put his left hand over James' spine.

"Hey, babe," James grinned, leaning to kiss Clint's shoulder. "Are you picking the girls up or am I?"

"If it's after four then I can, when does Tony want the little bastards gone?"

"Don't know. He and Steve didn't exactly give us a time, but I do know that Tasha and Sam's flight doesn't land until five so Ava'll be there till between six and seven. So I bet if we're lucky we can sneak in another uhm... snuggle-"

"Sex?"

"Well I was trying to be discreet, but yes." James chuckled, flipping the eggs in the pan.

"Ah, sorry, sweetheart," Clint mused lightly and drifted away from Buck to pour himself a cup of coffee. "I can try to get off early if you want."

"Clint, you own the fucking company, you don't even have to go in if you don't want to."

"Yeah, but I like it."

"I know you do, babydoll." James set his spatula down and moved on to fix some toast. "Why don't you take some days off next week and we can spend time with the girls?"

"I'd love to..." Clint smiled softly.

"But?"

"No but. Just I'd love to. I'm sure Kate can handle to place for a while without setting anything on fire. I hope."

James laughed, plating breakfast and offering it to Clint, who took it graciously and found a spot at the island to sit. "I think I can get Wednesday through Friday off, how does that sound?"

"Oh, shit, I have this huge meeting with the NYC Home for Orphaned Youth on Friday."

"Fuck, babe," he groaned, then glanced up at the smirk on Clint's face. "You absolute piece of shit, don't use the children against me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Yes I can get those days off!"

"Good. Asshole."

"I'm sorry," Clint said again, more honestly. "Can I make it up to you?"

Buck looked over at him with a quirked brow. "And what exactly are you thinking of?"

"Wanna visit the office for lunch?" Clint's lip turned up at the corner.

"I think that could work, sure," James nodded curtly in an attempt to suppress his own smirk.

"Wonderful, I'll see you at 12:30 then?" He stood, brushed himself off, and carried his dish to the sink.

"You bet."

"Alright, I'm off then. Make sure you shoot Steve a text, okay?"

"Sure." James leaned over to kiss the side of Clint's head, fixing his collar as well. "Drive safe."

"Will do."

"I love you."

"I love you more."