Clint put up another pout when he was stopped from his game with the mattress and folded his arms over her legs instead, his chin resting on top as he watched her with a slow, smug grin.
After last night... he didn't have restrictions about certain subjects anymore, not with Natasha. They had learned pretty well how to talk about as good as everything by now, and he trusted her in telling him no to whatever wouldn't be in her liking.
"Well, I was thinking... If I am going to spoil you for a day here and there, I want to make our nights really good for you. Might want to think of some arrangements to keep me ready for you the whole time... Because you know, I really can't promise anything if you're as fucking hot as last night."
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Date: 2013-12-11 10:17 pm (UTC)From:After last night... he didn't have restrictions about certain subjects anymore, not with Natasha. They had learned pretty well how to talk about as good as everything by now, and he trusted her in telling him no to whatever wouldn't be in her liking.
"Well, I was thinking... If I am going to spoil you for a day here and there, I want to make our nights really good for you. Might want to think of some arrangements to keep me ready for you the whole time... Because you know, I really can't promise anything if you're as fucking hot as last night."