Natasha had been flipping idly through her phone when she’d heard Clint’s footsteps approaching the door. When he didn’t open it right away, instead just lingering in the hallway, she set the phone aside and looked toward the door as if she could see him through it. Eventually he walked in and joined her in the kitchen and she tried to keep her expression neutral as she took in his flushed cheeks and the silly grin on his face. The grin, at least, allowed her to take a breath, the stab of worry she had felt fading.
Then he produced a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back and at first her brows lowered in confusion before raising in surprise as she looked up to meet his eyes.
“You bought me flowers,” she stated, still unsure how to react. It wasn’t as if men hadn’t bought her flowers before, but they were always huge, expensive bouquets, and they were never for her. They were for Natalie or Nora or Nancy, and they never really meant anything, they were just a way to try to buy her affections.
Looking away from Clint and at the flowers again, Natasha touched the petal of one, careful not to damage it. They were slightly wilted, and not as extravagant as two dozen red roses, but she was sure she had never seen a more beautiful bouquet in her life. Picking it up she brought it to her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply; none had ever smelled sweeter either.
Raising her eyes to his again, she didn’t even try to hide how touched she was by the gesture. He sounded so unsure and nervous, how she expected a boy might act on a first date, but she wouldn’t know from experience, that had never been her life. He wasn’t trying to buy her or woo her; they weren’t an apology or a distraction. “You bought me flowers,” she said again. Not because he felt he had to, not because he had any particular purpose in mind, but because he wanted to, because he wanted to thank her, because he thought she might like them. She wasn’t sure his exact reason, wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do this, but it was absolutely perfect.
Walking around the counter she placed her free hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, letting him feel how much it meant to her. “They’re beautiful.” You’re beautiful.
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Date: 2014-01-23 11:06 pm (UTC)From:Then he produced a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back and at first her brows lowered in confusion before raising in surprise as she looked up to meet his eyes.
“You bought me flowers,” she stated, still unsure how to react. It wasn’t as if men hadn’t bought her flowers before, but they were always huge, expensive bouquets, and they were never for her. They were for Natalie or Nora or Nancy, and they never really meant anything, they were just a way to try to buy her affections.
Looking away from Clint and at the flowers again, Natasha touched the petal of one, careful not to damage it. They were slightly wilted, and not as extravagant as two dozen red roses, but she was sure she had never seen a more beautiful bouquet in her life. Picking it up she brought it to her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply; none had ever smelled sweeter either.
Raising her eyes to his again, she didn’t even try to hide how touched she was by the gesture. He sounded so unsure and nervous, how she expected a boy might act on a first date, but she wouldn’t know from experience, that had never been her life. He wasn’t trying to buy her or woo her; they weren’t an apology or a distraction. “You bought me flowers,” she said again. Not because he felt he had to, not because he had any particular purpose in mind, but because he wanted to, because he wanted to thank her, because he thought she might like them. She wasn’t sure his exact reason, wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do this, but it was absolutely perfect.
Walking around the counter she placed her free hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, letting him feel how much it meant to her. “They’re beautiful.” You’re beautiful.