Clint watched her leave with a soft smile and took a few minutes himself to not look like... well, like after a good hot fuck anymore.
He felt calmer when he joined her again, partly surely because of this most erotic little exchange.... But also because they had left hostile boarders behind, so to speak, and their destination was getting closer with every minute.
It was one of the things he loved about Europe, that you could cross from one country to another in a heartbeat here, all of them filled with their own history, language, culture, beauties and pains. He especially had lost his heart on the South Island of Italy, when he had had to explore the blackest depths of Mafia dealings years ago. The more the plane neared that huge Island, very much looking like the ball, the boot-shaped Italian country was playing with, a comforting warm feeling of home began to settle.
They were just in time to see all shades of orange burn into the ocean and it would be probably about midnight when they would reach their destination, but he didn't care. A coffee could take care of that, and no country in this world had better coffee than Italy. Also, he enjoyed driving that long highway right along the ocean through Sicily's landscapes, especially at night with no one else around.
Amused, he watched himself get up as one of the first when they had landed, impatient to get out of these too small, too crowded rooms. He handed Natasha her bag like a perfect gentleman and lead her outside, though the small arrival building to one of the two baggage carousels. Humid, warm air welcomed them, pine-trees still fresh and green outside the small glass building, speaking of a warm autumn, and he smiled. Italy knew how to welcome them, definitely.
"Old informant of mine left me a car a few blocks from here. Are you tired? Should we take a cab there?"
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Date: 2014-03-08 11:28 am (UTC)From:He felt calmer when he joined her again, partly surely because of this most erotic little exchange.... But also because they had left hostile boarders behind, so to speak, and their destination was getting closer with every minute.
It was one of the things he loved about Europe, that you could cross from one country to another in a heartbeat here, all of them filled with their own history, language, culture, beauties and pains. He especially had lost his heart on the South Island of Italy, when he had had to explore the blackest depths of Mafia dealings years ago. The more the plane neared that huge Island, very much looking like the ball, the boot-shaped Italian country was playing with, a comforting warm feeling of home began to settle.
They were just in time to see all shades of orange burn into the ocean and it would be probably about midnight when they would reach their destination, but he didn't care. A coffee could take care of that, and no country in this world had better coffee than Italy. Also, he enjoyed driving that long highway right along the ocean through Sicily's landscapes, especially at night with no one else around.
Amused, he watched himself get up as one of the first when they had landed, impatient to get out of these too small, too crowded rooms. He handed Natasha her bag like a perfect gentleman and lead her outside, though the small arrival building to one of the two baggage carousels. Humid, warm air welcomed them, pine-trees still fresh and green outside the small glass building, speaking of a warm autumn, and he smiled. Italy knew how to welcome them, definitely.
"Old informant of mine left me a car a few blocks from here. Are you tired? Should we take a cab there?"