Natasha gave him the most innocent look she could muster despite the wicked glint in her eyes. When he finally released her hand she brushed her fingers just lightly over his before retracting her hand and lifting her coffee cup. Settling back in her seat, she slouched down just slightly, giving Clint even more leeway under the table, and let her gaze wander as she slowly sipped her drink. It never strayed far, though; always returning to Clint’s full lips wrapped around his straw. It felt good, what he was doing with his knee; more like petting than anything, and had she been a cat she might have purred.
One of her many favourite things about spending time with Clint was that they could sit in perfectly comfortable silence, just relishing in each other’s presence and touch without having to fill the time with inane chatter. His touch, her eyes, they said more than words could. They were completely at ease with each other, completely comfortable and content. It had scared her at first, this realisation, but now she was glad for it.
Pushing her mug away when she was finished, Natasha was surprised by the sudden half hug he gave her but soon smiled in return.
“It’s okay, I can get it,” she replied true to form. “You can carry any purchases we make.”
Most of the purchases would be his anyhow, as she had most of what she needed, at least when it came to the essentials. Unless he really did intend on bringing along some things that were more fun then essential, in which cause they would be for her just as much as they were for him. “Have you figured out what you need to pick up?”
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Date: 2014-01-01 09:18 pm (UTC)From:One of her many favourite things about spending time with Clint was that they could sit in perfectly comfortable silence, just relishing in each other’s presence and touch without having to fill the time with inane chatter. His touch, her eyes, they said more than words could. They were completely at ease with each other, completely comfortable and content. It had scared her at first, this realisation, but now she was glad for it.
Pushing her mug away when she was finished, Natasha was surprised by the sudden half hug he gave her but soon smiled in return.
“It’s okay, I can get it,” she replied true to form. “You can carry any purchases we make.”
Most of the purchases would be his anyhow, as she had most of what she needed, at least when it came to the essentials. Unless he really did intend on bringing along some things that were more fun then essential, in which cause they would be for her just as much as they were for him. “Have you figured out what you need to pick up?”