it's my fic, and I'll quote from it if I want to <.<

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To Natalie Rushman, there is nothing special about today. She (twenty-five, Libra, Chicago-native) is having Friday drinks with her co-workers (because, lawyers; Friday drinks are sacred) when a blue-eyed man walks up to her and turns on the charm.

He says his name is Jason, and she is totally taking him home.

She shuts the door behind them and Clint pushes her up against it, kissing her with a muttered, “Jesus, 'Tash, how do you walk in those shoes?”

Natasha smirks, nips his bottom lip and then looks him straight in the eye.

“Maybe I'll keep them on.”

“Yes, please.”