Clint knew that particular smile of hers, of course, and he was pretty sure, he would be in trouble tonight... A thought just as unsettling as exciting. There was really no other person on this planet he'd choose for certain games of dominance and power every other night.
Right now it was still foreplay, though. And Natasha obviously didn't want to lose any time in showing him her kind of payback. It took just that little touch of her lips to a still sensitive place to leave his blood boiling at once, draw a quiet gasp from his mouth.
A sound that turned into a curse of his own quickly with that not so discreet next touch of hers. He quickly had to shift his mind to unpleasant things, like Fury's face in the morning when they had told him, they were on a leave with open end. Otherwise things would become embarrassing. Better, but his pulse racing under her lips still betrayed him.
He refused to give her the satisfaction of a comment, just raised an eyebrow at her, still grinning, and took his seat in front of the machine then. Off to round 2, obviously, with him now maneuvering the female pac-man which was a nice change actually. Not that he cut the little one any slack because of that.
He never played easy, and video games were no exception. When he was gaming, he always dived in head-first, full risk, with no regard of casualities at all. Aggression management or something, whatever, it helped winning most of the time, and that counted. Of course it also got him killed just as often, and more than once he had the police behind his players, even if he was just doing car racing.
At least that wouldn't happen here. And if that joystick wasn't as worn out as the one back then in that foster home, he was pretty sure, he could beat Natasha easily. At least he wouldn't go down without a fight...
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Date: 2014-02-23 11:32 am (UTC)From:Right now it was still foreplay, though. And Natasha obviously didn't want to lose any time in showing him her kind of payback. It took just that little touch of her lips to a still sensitive place to leave his blood boiling at once, draw a quiet gasp from his mouth.
A sound that turned into a curse of his own quickly with that not so discreet next touch of hers. He quickly had to shift his mind to unpleasant things, like Fury's face in the morning when they had told him, they were on a leave with open end. Otherwise things would become embarrassing. Better, but his pulse racing under her lips still betrayed him.
He refused to give her the satisfaction of a comment, just raised an eyebrow at her, still grinning, and took his seat in front of the machine then. Off to round 2, obviously, with him now maneuvering the female pac-man which was a nice change actually. Not that he cut the little one any slack because of that.
He never played easy, and video games were no exception. When he was gaming, he always dived in head-first, full risk, with no regard of casualities at all. Aggression management or something, whatever, it helped winning most of the time, and that counted. Of course it also got him killed just as often, and more than once he had the police behind his players, even if he was just doing car racing.
At least that wouldn't happen here. And if that joystick wasn't as worn out as the one back then in that foster home, he was pretty sure, he could beat Natasha easily. At least he wouldn't go down without a fight...