Natasha sagged back against Clint’s chest when he held her close, her eyes closed and one hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck while he nuzzled into hers. She could feel his heart pounding against her back and as his breathing slowed hers matched it. Unfortunately there wasn’t much time to bask in the afterglow, and soon they were cleaning up and redressing as quick as they could in the tiny space. Washing her hands, Natasha was just drying them off when Clint pulled her back against him again, and she smiled at him in the mirror as he softly kissed her neck.
“This will certainly make the rest of the flight more bearable,” she said. Turning in his arms, she wrapped hers around his neck and kissed him slowly, tenderly. All the stress of the day, from the meeting with Fury to the long hours of travel to Clint’s melancholy in Germany was all gone, and she felt completely relaxed once more.
“Don’t forget to wash your hands,” she teased as she pulled back, giving him one last quick kiss before slipping out of his arms and through the door.
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Date: 2014-03-07 11:05 pm (UTC)From:“This will certainly make the rest of the flight more bearable,” she said. Turning in his arms, she wrapped hers around his neck and kissed him slowly, tenderly. All the stress of the day, from the meeting with Fury to the long hours of travel to Clint’s melancholy in Germany was all gone, and she felt completely relaxed once more.
“Don’t forget to wash your hands,” she teased as she pulled back, giving him one last quick kiss before slipping out of his arms and through the door.