At Clint’s reply Natasha chuckled, the sound low and almost husky. He was completely relaxed and pliant beneath her hands, hands that had snapped more than one neck in her short lifetime, and she treated him with the same care that such trust warranted.
“Is that how it works?” she questioned, working her thumb into a particularly tough knot. “The winner gets to make a wish?”
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Date: 2013-12-28 08:39 pm (UTC)From:“Is that how it works?” she questioned, working her thumb into a particularly tough knot. “The winner gets to make a wish?”