Any worry she might have felt that laughing now could ruin the mood was washed away when Clint started laughing with her. He had an amazing laugh, it was so unmistakably Clint, and after how distraught he had been earlier when they had been out Natasha was even more glad to hear it now. It didn’t ruin the mood; in fact, it might have even enhanced it.
“Luckily you’re not as fumbling and sloppy as one,” she replied, stealing the quickest of kisses before resting her head against his chest a moment. Closing her eyes, Natasha let out a small noise to voice her pleasure when he started exploring again, his rough fingers scratching over her ass, his hand stretching at the fabric of her pants and causing the seam to press harder against her.
The laughter was gone but his whisper sent a thrill through her. “Good,” she breathed, grinding her hips to rub the seam against her, to press it against him. One nail scratched over the sensitive mark on his throat again. “And will you be coming with me?” she asked, sliding her hand down to tweak his nipple through his shirt.
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Date: 2014-01-11 09:11 pm (UTC)From:“Luckily you’re not as fumbling and sloppy as one,” she replied, stealing the quickest of kisses before resting her head against his chest a moment. Closing her eyes, Natasha let out a small noise to voice her pleasure when he started exploring again, his rough fingers scratching over her ass, his hand stretching at the fabric of her pants and causing the seam to press harder against her.
The laughter was gone but his whisper sent a thrill through her. “Good,” she breathed, grinding her hips to rub the seam against her, to press it against him. One nail scratched over the sensitive mark on his throat again. “And will you be coming with me?” she asked, sliding her hand down to tweak his nipple through his shirt.