"I'll try not wearing you out too much today then", Clint answered, perfectly innocent, at least as innocent as a guy could be when a scorching hot woman was seated on top of him and talked about sex.
Focus, Barton. He shielded his eyes from the delicious view with one arm, the other still playfully caressing Natasha's legs. It didn't help much. Too much soft, warm skin too close to his body, too much temptation to not peek through his eyelids at certain favorite body parts of hers. Back to high school times, apparently. If he had ever been to one, that was.
"I might have to think about a short swim after all, though. You look really gorgeous, you know."
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Date: 2014-03-31 11:00 pm (UTC)From:Focus, Barton. He shielded his eyes from the delicious view with one arm, the other still playfully caressing Natasha's legs. It didn't help much. Too much soft, warm skin too close to his body, too much temptation to not peek through his eyelids at certain favorite body parts of hers. Back to high school times, apparently. If he had ever been to one, that was.
"I might have to think about a short swim after all, though. You look really gorgeous, you know."