Natasha sighed contently when his touch became less fleeting and more tender. When they were at work or out in public they were perfectly capable of keeping their hands to themselves. They could go days without so much as a brush of hands, but here, alone... it was like they had developed an addiction and needed to be in close contact, or at least close enough that they could be in contact, at all times. Maybe it was just because they could, because they didn’t have to hid nor be professional, but whatever it was she wasn’t complaining.
Raising her eyebrows at him when he flexed his muscles under her foot, she sank lower in the water until her chin touched the surface, her eyes never leaving his.
“You said you were enjoying the view, and since you see better from a distance I thought I was helping,” she said, innocently.
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Date: 2014-03-16 03:33 pm (UTC)From:Raising her eyebrows at him when he flexed his muscles under her foot, she sank lower in the water until her chin touched the surface, her eyes never leaving his.
“You said you were enjoying the view, and since you see better from a distance I thought I was helping,” she said, innocently.