Keeping his eyes on the street, Clint reached out to rest his hand on Natasha's knee, without any unpure motives this time, just softly caressing her through her clothes. Just like the young gigolos who were on a fun ride with their girls Saturday night. They both weren't too young anymore - sometimes he had a feeling, Natasha would really never grow of age - but at least tonight, coming home under a clear sky, he felt a little like it.
They actually did pass by a few street festivities like you could find them every night on the beaches of Isola Bella and Letojanni on their way, but he didn't halt, not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to hold Natasha in his arms, rest from the journey and thank her for being here with him.
The small, curvy serpentines up to Taormina village slowed him down a little bit. As much as he loved his adrenaline, he hadn't ridden streets like this for some time. And in Italy, traffic rules were pretty much a matter of not getting yourself or the biker next to you killed.
But finally he could park his car in the entrance of a small one story house, one that would look more inviting in a bright red and a well gardened hedge around it in the morning light. Angelina did a good job coming by here every month. It wasn't something Clint hadn't always afforded easily through the years but it had been worth it.
When they brought their luggage in, windows were opened, insect nets perfectly installed, even some fresh fruit was waiting on the counter. It smelled like autumn leave and Angelina's famous Pasta Bolognese probably waiting in the freezer. The furniture had been uncovered from its protection and awaited them clean and inviting. Dark, simple, mostly wood, the way Clint was used to it from very early childhood though he hadn't realized until much later why he had chosen this particular home. Sometimes it was a bit scary, but he liked it here. And he had made his share of good memory here, unlike in that long burned down farm in Iowa.
And he planned to make some more.
"Mylady..."
He probably should do a quick check of the security facilities before they crashed. That was something he didn't leave to his good old housekeeper soul.
But right now he had priorities. Dropping his suitcase where it would fall in the middle of the living room, he pulled Natasha close for a long gentle kiss, her face softly held between his hands, their bodies close enough for her to feel his slightly quickened heartbeat. It was ridiculous but... He kind of hoped, she liked it. It wasn't exactly luxury standard, but it was cozy.
It was where he could be happy and there weren't many places like this these days.
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Date: 2014-03-11 09:16 pm (UTC)From:Keeping his eyes on the street, Clint reached out to rest his hand on Natasha's knee, without any unpure motives this time, just softly caressing her through her clothes. Just like the young gigolos who were on a fun ride with their girls Saturday night. They both weren't too young anymore - sometimes he had a feeling, Natasha would really never grow of age - but at least tonight, coming home under a clear sky, he felt a little like it.
They actually did pass by a few street festivities like you could find them every night on the beaches of Isola Bella and Letojanni on their way, but he didn't halt, not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to hold Natasha in his arms, rest from the journey and thank her for being here with him.
The small, curvy serpentines up to Taormina village slowed him down a little bit. As much as he loved his adrenaline, he hadn't ridden streets like this for some time. And in Italy, traffic rules were pretty much a matter of not getting yourself or the biker next to you killed.
But finally he could park his car in the entrance of a small one story house, one that would look more inviting in a bright red and a well gardened hedge around it in the morning light. Angelina did a good job coming by here every month. It wasn't something Clint hadn't always afforded easily through the years but it had been worth it.
When they brought their luggage in, windows were opened, insect nets perfectly installed, even some fresh fruit was waiting on the counter. It smelled like autumn leave and Angelina's famous Pasta Bolognese probably waiting in the freezer. The furniture had been uncovered from its protection and awaited them clean and inviting. Dark, simple, mostly wood, the way Clint was used to it from very early childhood though he hadn't realized until much later why he had chosen this particular home. Sometimes it was a bit scary, but he liked it here. And he had made his share of good memory here, unlike in that long burned down farm in Iowa.
And he planned to make some more.
"Mylady..."
He probably should do a quick check of the security facilities before they crashed. That was something he didn't leave to his good old housekeeper soul.
But right now he had priorities. Dropping his suitcase where it would fall in the middle of the living room, he pulled Natasha close for a long gentle kiss, her face softly held between his hands, their bodies close enough for her to feel his slightly quickened heartbeat. It was ridiculous but... He kind of hoped, she liked it. It wasn't exactly luxury standard, but it was cozy.
It was where he could be happy and there weren't many places like this these days.