It was difficult to not let at once all blood go south when Natasha passed him by definitely too close. Clint had to hold back hard from not at least teasing her in grabbing that perfect ass of hers shortly.
Somehow he managed to turn his head to the window instead, after he knew which cabin she had chosen and forced his thoughts away from whatever she might have planned. And yes, definitely her choice this time. Something in the way she had praised his behavior, left his hands shaking even a little more, and the familiar warm tickle down his spine started to settle.
He couldn't put a finger on it what it suddenly was that attracted him so much to a game he usually - literally - had to be wrestled and bound into. Usually that fighting was part of the game. Someone with the skill, the rhetoric and the duration to dominate him... Such a person was not only the only one he could accept to surrender to, it also was part of the whole appeal.
This... was different. This was about wanting to submit, to worship and obey. Maybe because last time he had been ordered around, that hadn't turned out so hot. He needed to lay control in the hands of someone whom he trusted with his whole being. He needed to learn to let go, that he had realized just an hour ago on that terrace. There was no other person he could do that with, than the woman waiting for him just a few meters away.
After he had put that confusion behind him, the rising urge to be with her was even stronger. He was on his feet as soon as the waiting time was over. He used one of the knocking signals common between them on missions too, to let her know it was him, before he entered, just shortly making sure no one noticed. People were busy with getting comfortable and making orders to the stewardess, luckily.
It was a challenge, definitely, two people moving somewhat freely in such a tiny room, but somehow he made it to squeeze inside as gracefully as possible and lock the door behind him. Then he leaned against it instead of pulling Natasha into his arms immediately, a silent but very clear sign he was more than willing to submit to her call.
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Somehow he managed to turn his head to the window instead, after he knew which cabin she had chosen and forced his thoughts away from whatever she might have planned. And yes, definitely her choice this time. Something in the way she had praised his behavior, left his hands shaking even a little more, and the familiar warm tickle down his spine started to settle.
He couldn't put a finger on it what it suddenly was that attracted him so much to a game he usually - literally - had to be wrestled and bound into. Usually that fighting was part of the game. Someone with the skill, the rhetoric and the duration to dominate him... Such a person was not only the only one he could accept to surrender to, it also was part of the whole appeal.
This... was different. This was about wanting to submit, to worship and obey. Maybe because last time he had been ordered around, that hadn't turned out so hot. He needed to lay control in the hands of someone whom he trusted with his whole being. He needed to learn to let go, that he had realized just an hour ago on that terrace. There was no other person he could do that with, than the woman waiting for him just a few meters away.
After he had put that confusion behind him, the rising urge to be with her was even stronger. He was on his feet as soon as the waiting time was over. He used one of the knocking signals common between them on missions too, to let her know it was him, before he entered, just shortly making sure no one noticed. People were busy with getting comfortable and making orders to the stewardess, luckily.
It was a challenge, definitely, two people moving somewhat freely in such a tiny room, but somehow he made it to squeeze inside as gracefully as possible and lock the door behind him. Then he leaned against it instead of pulling Natasha into his arms immediately, a silent but very clear sign he was more than willing to submit to her call.