At Clint’s request Natasha repeated the press of her thumb, working a little deeper though still being mindful of hurting him. “The loser can’t say no to anything? And I am just learning about this now?” she said, her other hand moving down his back slightly. “I think you may owe me a few wishes.”
She had always had a certain sort of power over men, but this was different, Clint was different, and feeling him practically melt beneath her hands gave her a certain sense of pride. Her hands weren’t just weapons, just instruments of death; they could be gentle, caring; they could bring pleasure, not just pain; they could heal heal as well as hurt. Clint made her feel like nobody else ever had: he made her feel human.
“Is that what you would wish for if you beat me? More massages?” she asked, leaning forward a little to bring her lips closer to his ear. He didn’t have to wish for it, she was already making a mental note to do this more often.
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Date: 2013-12-28 09:14 pm (UTC)From:She had always had a certain sort of power over men, but this was different, Clint was different, and feeling him practically melt beneath her hands gave her a certain sense of pride. Her hands weren’t just weapons, just instruments of death; they could be gentle, caring; they could bring pleasure, not just pain; they could heal heal as well as hurt. Clint made her feel like nobody else ever had: he made her feel human.
“Is that what you would wish for if you beat me? More massages?” she asked, leaning forward a little to bring her lips closer to his ear. He didn’t have to wish for it, she was already making a mental note to do this more often.