What probably spoke more of her trust and affection for Clint than anything else was Natasha’s ability to overcome pure instincts when it came to him. Muscle memory alone almost had her kicking him off of her when he suddenly flipped them and pinned her beneath him, but she had gotten used to him over time, and after what was definitely not a squeak she had already settled back, locking that defensive mindset away while she was with him.
“Smooth,” she said, rolling her eyes at the pun but it was in a good natured manner, a half smile on her lips before he covered them with his again. Wrapping her legs around him she locked them in place she she could pull him tight against her again, one hand brushing the short hairs at the back of his head upward, against the grain. He still tasted of sugar, and she ran her tongue along his, savouring the sweetness.
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Date: 2014-01-05 06:31 pm (UTC)From:“Smooth,” she said, rolling her eyes at the pun but it was in a good natured manner, a half smile on her lips before he covered them with his again. Wrapping her legs around him she locked them in place she she could pull him tight against her again, one hand brushing the short hairs at the back of his head upward, against the grain. He still tasted of sugar, and she ran her tongue along his, savouring the sweetness.