"Believe me, you don't want to hear me whine the whole morning because i froze off some vital body parts."
Clint just winked at her and got the mentioned towel from her bag to lie back comfortably, with his arms crossed under his head. That was a kind of morning he could get used to. Waves rolling in steadily, seagulls just waking up, the slowly warming air and clear sky above soon numbing his senses again... He found himself dozing for another few minutes before hew knew, but it was a half hearted rest.
Something followed him into that shallow floating of his mind, kept his thoughts too much awake to really catch up with a few more moments of sleep, like the small shimmers of sunbeam dancing over his pupils even through closed lids.
He could tell himself a thousand times not to worry about Natasha, he probably still would in his grave. She acted as if she was feeling alright and she didn't really look sick, but... He couldn't put the finger on it. It didn't feel like a little jet lag that should have worn off by now, or emotional stress that made her stomach revolt. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all, making her come into a southern country of all places. He had known, this time wouldn't be easy for both of them, and if the weather then burdened her in addition to that...
Sighing, he opened his eyes and glanced to the water, easily spotting Natasha's silhouette. At least she seemed to genuinely enjoy herself. Really, he had to stop overthinking everything. In that bikini she just looked on that side of too hot for his hormones, in fact, with that innocent braid so totally not matching that too tight top...
Clint squinted and frowned when his tired brain finally caught up with his instincts and made him realize what was unusual this morning. The last few days already, probably but then Natasha had either been too clothed to realize or he had been to horny to.
If you worked with somebody that closely for so many years and in countless intimate situations, you got to know your partner's body, every inch of it, every measure. He realized immediately when Natasha had to lose a few pounds for a role or if she came back from an especially tough mission with much too little flesh covering her bones.
He also knew how much she disliked it when she was too injured for proper training and showed off a little more of these luscious curves of hers that he personally liked so much. Apparently this was one of these seldom phases because he could swear, her breasts were actually bigger than usual.
Yeah, he definitely worried too much. A few pounds more certainly wasn't something he wouldn't be complaining about.
He lazily rested on his elbows when Natasha came back, trying to not let wander his eyes too obviously over her body to check on his conclusion, with poor success.
Damn, that bikini definitely was a little too tight...
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Clint just winked at her and got the mentioned towel from her bag to lie back comfortably, with his arms crossed under his head. That was a kind of morning he could get used to. Waves rolling in steadily, seagulls just waking up, the slowly warming air and clear sky above soon numbing his senses again... He found himself dozing for another few minutes before hew knew, but it was a half hearted rest.
Something followed him into that shallow floating of his mind, kept his thoughts too much awake to really catch up with a few more moments of sleep, like the small shimmers of sunbeam dancing over his pupils even through closed lids.
He could tell himself a thousand times not to worry about Natasha, he probably still would in his grave. She acted as if she was feeling alright and she didn't really look sick, but... He couldn't put the finger on it. It didn't feel like a little jet lag that should have worn off by now, or emotional stress that made her stomach revolt. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all, making her come into a southern country of all places. He had known, this time wouldn't be easy for both of them, and if the weather then burdened her in addition to that...
Sighing, he opened his eyes and glanced to the water, easily spotting Natasha's silhouette. At least she seemed to genuinely enjoy herself. Really, he had to stop overthinking everything. In that bikini she just looked on that side of too hot for his hormones, in fact, with that innocent braid so totally not matching that too tight top...
Clint squinted and frowned when his tired brain finally caught up with his instincts and made him realize what was unusual this morning. The last few days already, probably but then Natasha had either been too clothed to realize or he had been to horny to.
If you worked with somebody that closely for so many years and in countless intimate situations, you got to know your partner's body, every inch of it, every measure. He realized immediately when Natasha had to lose a few pounds for a role or if she came back from an especially tough mission with much too little flesh covering her bones.
He also knew how much she disliked it when she was too injured for proper training and showed off a little more of these luscious curves of hers that he personally liked so much. Apparently this was one of these seldom phases because he could swear, her breasts were actually bigger than usual.
Yeah, he definitely worried too much. A few pounds more certainly wasn't something he wouldn't be complaining about.
He lazily rested on his elbows when Natasha came back, trying to not let wander his eyes too obviously over her body to check on his conclusion, with poor success.
Damn, that bikini definitely was a little too tight...