"Nope. As scandalous as it might seem, I do read books from time to time. I was more often the discarded scarecrow than prince charming. Leaves you much time to stay at home."
Clint couldn't resist resting his lips on just that place between Natasha's furred brows for a sweet moment, still surprised that she genuinely seemed to enjoy these strange intimacy.
Such things happened seldom enough as it was. So instead of searching his memory for any fancy poses or turns, he kept to slow basic steps and rather focused on enjoying and memorizing this for later, for the time of their next parting.
Natasha's warmth, her scent so close and the way she shivered when his hand on her waist went back to caressing her, teasing along the hem of her jeans and the sensitive area below... That was all he needed right now.
He thought to recognize the words of the rusty voice in the background as some old Curtis Stigers-song but hardly really paid attention anymore. He was all caught up in the way Natasha's hair looked tonight. And how it felt on his skin when he brought their hands closer to brush her neck, her cheek. They probably looked quite ridiculous, really not that far from high school romance, but he couldn't care less. It was seldom enough he got to see her like that.
"Damn, you're beautiful. I'll gladly count this as the first high school date of my life."
He was probably just a few words away from a bruised rib for sappiness but sometimes he just had to get this off his chest. And if it was just for one of these small, seldom smiles.
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Clint couldn't resist resting his lips on just that place between Natasha's furred brows for a sweet moment, still surprised that she genuinely seemed to enjoy these strange intimacy.
Such things happened seldom enough as it was. So instead of searching his memory for any fancy poses or turns, he kept to slow basic steps and rather focused on enjoying and memorizing this for later, for the time of their next parting.
Natasha's warmth, her scent so close and the way she shivered when his hand on her waist went back to caressing her, teasing along the hem of her jeans and the sensitive area below... That was all he needed right now.
He thought to recognize the words of the rusty voice in the background as some old Curtis Stigers-song but hardly really paid attention anymore. He was all caught up in the way Natasha's hair looked tonight. And how it felt on his skin when he brought their hands closer to brush her neck, her cheek. They probably looked quite ridiculous, really not that far from high school romance, but he couldn't care less. It was seldom enough he got to see her like that.
"Damn, you're beautiful. I'll gladly count this as the first high school date of my life."
He was probably just a few words away from a bruised rib for sappiness but sometimes he just had to get this off his chest. And if it was just for one of these small, seldom smiles.