Natasha’s laugh rang through the house at his accusation, but she didn’t stop to reply. Making a beeline for the tub, she already had the water mixed and running by the time Clint joined her in the bathroom. Turning to face him, she let her eyes move over him appreciatively when she found he had already lost his shirt. It was a sight she was sure to have lots of time to grow even more accustomed to over the following weeks.
“Think you worked up enough of a sweat to deserve this?” she asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. Ducking her head, she ran the flat of her tongue across his chest, tasting the slight salt on his skin. “I’m not so sure...”
Leaning back to meet his eyes again, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him a half step closer before undoing the button and zipper and pushing the shorts over his hips to pool at his feet on the floor.
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Date: 2014-03-15 02:49 pm (UTC)From:“Think you worked up enough of a sweat to deserve this?” she asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. Ducking her head, she ran the flat of her tongue across his chest, tasting the slight salt on his skin. “I’m not so sure...”
Leaning back to meet his eyes again, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him a half step closer before undoing the button and zipper and pushing the shorts over his hips to pool at his feet on the floor.