Part of her had expected him to back out at the last minute, and she couldn’t help but smile when he called out that it was done, the flight was booked. They were really doing this. Sure, he still had more than 24 hours before their flight to bail, but Natasha was determined to prevent that from happening.
Packing a black bikini, she rooted through the back of her closet to find a few sundresses, something she didn’t often indulge in, and whisked them into her suitcase before Clint could catch even a glimpse.
“And if I was?” She wasn’t. That cartoon kitty was detestable. “Keep that up and you won’t be seeing any of my lingerie.”
Which reminded her. In the back of her drawer she had a few rather special pieces that she proceeded to pack as well. If Clint had any reservations once they got there about ‘running away’, then she would make him forget them pretty quickly.
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Packing a black bikini, she rooted through the back of her closet to find a few sundresses, something she didn’t often indulge in, and whisked them into her suitcase before Clint could catch even a glimpse.
“And if I was?” She wasn’t. That cartoon kitty was detestable. “Keep that up and you won’t be seeing any of my lingerie.”
Which reminded her. In the back of her drawer she had a few rather special pieces that she proceeded to pack as well. If Clint had any reservations once they got there about ‘running away’, then she would make him forget them pretty quickly.