Natasha was both surprised and grateful that Clint didn’t argue, no matter how much he might want to. As glad as she was that he had been there when she woke up, she wanted a few minutes to herself to really assess her well being going into this new day.
“I’m an excellent motivator,” she said, stealing one last kiss before Clint reluctantly got out of bed. She didn’t comment on his unfinished sentence; it would do no good to argue and what hurt could come from a little precaution? “I’ll get ready while you’re gone.”
Smiling against his lips, she watched him leave but waited until she heard the door close behind him before pushing herself up to sit. Taking a sip of the water he had left for her last night, Natasha nibbled on one of the crackers, rubbing her stomach lightly. She still felt nauseous, and while she could go much longer without food, and had in the past, she knew Clint wouldn’t let her get away with it.
She managed to get down about half a dozen crackers and most of the water before she knew she couldn’t handle anymore and keep it down. Crawling out of bed, she hated the weak feeling in all of her muscles but she ignored them, refusing to let anything ruin today.
Grabbing a bikini and another light dress, she moved to the washroom, and while she made the trip without incident, she was a bit alarmed to find a few spots of blood on her panties, the images from her dream coming back to haunt her. “It’s nothing,” she said to herself. It wasn’t exactly unusual; in lieu of a regular cycle like most women had she would get random spotting, but it was months in between. A leftover gift from the Red Room.
Cleaning herself up, she pulled on the suit before giving herself a good once over in the mirror. It didn’t look quite right; the top seemed smaller than it had been when she had first bought it, it didn’t seem to cover as much. Maybe it was her inactivity catching up, and she was putting on a bit of weight in key areas.
“It’s nothing,” she said again before pulling her dress on over the suit. Removing the braid from her hair she combed it out and left it down like Clint liked it before going about the task of trying to cover a bit of the darkness under her eyes and put some colour back in her cheeks.
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Date: 2014-03-30 07:50 pm (UTC)From:“I’m an excellent motivator,” she said, stealing one last kiss before Clint reluctantly got out of bed. She didn’t comment on his unfinished sentence; it would do no good to argue and what hurt could come from a little precaution? “I’ll get ready while you’re gone.”
Smiling against his lips, she watched him leave but waited until she heard the door close behind him before pushing herself up to sit. Taking a sip of the water he had left for her last night, Natasha nibbled on one of the crackers, rubbing her stomach lightly. She still felt nauseous, and while she could go much longer without food, and had in the past, she knew Clint wouldn’t let her get away with it.
She managed to get down about half a dozen crackers and most of the water before she knew she couldn’t handle anymore and keep it down. Crawling out of bed, she hated the weak feeling in all of her muscles but she ignored them, refusing to let anything ruin today.
Grabbing a bikini and another light dress, she moved to the washroom, and while she made the trip without incident, she was a bit alarmed to find a few spots of blood on her panties, the images from her dream coming back to haunt her. “It’s nothing,” she said to herself. It wasn’t exactly unusual; in lieu of a regular cycle like most women had she would get random spotting, but it was months in between. A leftover gift from the Red Room.
Cleaning herself up, she pulled on the suit before giving herself a good once over in the mirror. It didn’t look quite right; the top seemed smaller than it had been when she had first bought it, it didn’t seem to cover as much. Maybe it was her inactivity catching up, and she was putting on a bit of weight in key areas.
“It’s nothing,” she said again before pulling her dress on over the suit. Removing the braid from her hair she combed it out and left it down like Clint liked it before going about the task of trying to cover a bit of the darkness under her eyes and put some colour back in her cheeks.