Very careful to not press her into the hard underground, Clint rested on his side, on his arm while his other slipped softly around her waist. Her body was warm, so much softer under his touch than when they were training or doing some fake touching on a mission. His fingertips played over her shoulder until he reached her neck, played a little with her adorably ruffled hair or just softly held her cheek while their lips once more melted into a tight embrace. She tasted a little like wine and and Southern spices, which had him smile against her mouth.
Long minutes passed of just enjoying each other, his body protecting hers from too bright sunshine, until it finally became too uncomfortable on the stones and he carefully pulled her up with him. Thanks to the uneven levels of their little platform he could look straight in their eyes when they were on their feet and made use of that, for several long moments, with his fingertips gently holding her face.
"That's exactly how I always saw you when I sat here alone", he finally said quietly, a last hint of disbelief still shining through his voice. "These are the things I'm taking with me for the next time I get my ass in some torture shit or spend a month sitting on a rooftop."
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Date: 2014-03-22 08:25 pm (UTC)From:Long minutes passed of just enjoying each other, his body protecting hers from too bright sunshine, until it finally became too uncomfortable on the stones and he carefully pulled her up with him. Thanks to the uneven levels of their little platform he could look straight in their eyes when they were on their feet and made use of that, for several long moments, with his fingertips gently holding her face.
"That's exactly how I always saw you when I sat here alone", he finally said quietly, a last hint of disbelief still shining through his voice. "These are the things I'm taking with me for the next time I get my ass in some torture shit or spend a month sitting on a rooftop."