For a long while there was silence, just the occasional quiet sound of the house in the background, wood creaking, pipes gargling, while the warmth settled in both of them, burned away the troubles for the moment.
From time to time Clint's lips wandered over Natasha's forehead, and his hand had somehow magically slipped under her pants when he looked next time. It laid there unmoving, fingertips playing with the thin hem of her panties without any further motive.
It was only the soft touch of her skin that he craved, the flood of sweet associations washing over his mind whenever he could feel her close like that, forcing out the coldness.
When it threatened to get just a little too hot, he softly plucked on the ends of her scarf, pulling it away, grinning when his eyes fell on certain marks underneath. He couldn't resist placing another kiss there, the ends of the fabric still loosely wrapped around his hands and her shoulders, holding her close to him.
"We really need to think of a trick to cover these things for summer. Or you have to knock me out everytime I get too enthusiastic."
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Date: 2014-01-04 07:29 pm (UTC)From:From time to time Clint's lips wandered over Natasha's forehead, and his hand had somehow magically slipped under her pants when he looked next time. It laid there unmoving, fingertips playing with the thin hem of her panties without any further motive.
It was only the soft touch of her skin that he craved, the flood of sweet associations washing over his mind whenever he could feel her close like that, forcing out the coldness.
When it threatened to get just a little too hot, he softly plucked on the ends of her scarf, pulling it away, grinning when his eyes fell on certain marks underneath. He couldn't resist placing another kiss there, the ends of the fabric still loosely wrapped around his hands and her shoulders, holding her close to him.
"We really need to think of a trick to cover these things for summer. Or you have to knock me out everytime I get too enthusiastic."